"You Don Spoil My Hustle!” — The Curious Case of the Healed Cripple in Odi In the heart of Bayelsa State lies

“You Don Spoil My Hustle!” — The Curious Case of the Healed Cripple in Odi

In the heart of Bayelsa State lies the historic town of Odi — known for its cultural vibrancy, resilient people, and, lately, a rather unusual miracle that has left tongues wagging across the Niger Delta.

It was just another sunny afternoon in Odi. The birds chirped lazily, the breeze from the River Nun caressed the faces of passers-by, and the ever-familiar sight of the crippled Amadiwei, a roadside regular, unfolded as usual. Known by locals as a calm and familiar face who rarely troubled anyone, Amadiwei had made a modest living receiving alms from empathetic indigenes and travelers. His presence was so constant, he had even become a kind of landmark: “Turn left after the cripple man,” some would say.

But on this fateful day, the unexpected happened.

A visiting man of God — glowing in spiritual authority and driven by divine compassion — spotted Amadiwei lying by the roadside. Moved by what he saw, he walked over, laid hands on the sleeping man, and offered a heartfelt prayer for healing. Heaven responded. Bones shifted. Muscles reformed. And in a moment of pure divine intervention — the cripple stood up. He could walk! He could jump! He could even run!

But what came next? Nobody expected it.

Rather than break into songs of praise or tears of gratitude, Amadiwei was furious! His first words to the stunned man of God?

“Oga pastor, you don spoil my hustle!”

Eyebrows raised. Mouths dropped. And the man of God blinked in confusion as the formerly-crippled man launched into a tirade.

“I no ask you for healing o. Who send you? You don remove the only thing wey dey bring me money. Na this my cripple dey feed me o. Now wey I dey waka like normal person, who go pity me again? How I wan survive?”

The crowd that had gathered couldn't help but burst into laughter and disbelief. Some tried to explain that walking again meant new opportunities — a new life. But Amadiwei was unconvinced. His business model was simple and effective — legs or no legs.

“Next time, ask person first before you perform miracle. Consent dey important!”

He grumbled as he tried to limp again, albeit unsuccessfully, hoping he could somehow “un-heal” himself.

Whether Amadiwei eventually embraced his healing or continued campaigning for the return of his disability remains a mystery. But one thing is clear — in the heart of Odi, this story has become legend.

Locals now joke:

“Be careful who you pray for in Odi — dem fit sue you for miracle without permission!”

This miracle-gone-wrong reminds us all: sometimes, people get too comfortable in their situations. And sometimes, change — even divine change — requires mental healing too.

Story by: Seigha Dora Ayedi 
Edited by: Prince Agbedeyi Odimientimi Desmond
Published by: Global Egberi Media International

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