Pastor thank you very much for this platform to share the testimony of my salvation and hope and pray that someone, some day and in some place reading this would be blessed with salvation and strengthened in his/her faith in Christ. I was born May 16th 1970 and grew up in a religious family.
All was going on well until in 1980 when suddenly the family was attached by the devil and unleashed sickness, business failure and before you knew it our father died in a motor accident along the Kano – Kaduna expressway at the age of 47 (forty seven). This was the turning point for me.
I was not happy with God for allowing my father to die at that age and from then , I stopped going to church (but funny enough I always locked myself in on Sundays, read the bible and preach to myself. I even recorded some of the teachings!) This time I was a just 15 years old (fifteen).
While in secondary school I started I drama group with friends and we went to different schools performing. It was while we were on the road of acting fame that I unknowingly dabbled into mystical science.
I have this uncle that I visited from time to time. He noticed that I loved reading and somehow there was always a book about the third eye on the table, which I read and out of curiosity tried practicing some of the stuff in there.
Armed with this new knowledge, I gradually turned the drama group into a secondary school cult group. We were not violent but would initiate a few students carefully selected and we had control of the school system much to the chagrin of the school authority.
We grew so strong that students would rather obey us than the school authority. After a few clashes with the school authority, we had a truce which included, co-opting some of us in the school disciplinary committee and school council, including the drama into the weekly school calendar and that presentations where to be from approved literature drama textbooks.
On our part, we are to carry the school along and work with the school committees to ensure discipline and improve the reading culture of students. Every Friday from noon, we would move all students to an uncompleted school hall for our weekly drama presentation.
All class move end and no one, including teachers dared to stop any student from attending the now compulsory drama show. In addition to all of these I was the face of the school.
I was the senior prefect, the lead speaker in all schools debating competitions and also in quiz competitions and we won quite a lot for the school at different levels. I was also a good break dancer and party DJ.
I felt life was a roller coaster at this time just 15 years old. This changed when we had some NYSC members posted to our school.
One of them (God bless him!) Ben Camillus Bassey brought the gospel of Christ to us. Initially we made fun of him because he spoke in a stranger language and cried when he prayed.
We would go for fellowships he organised just to have fun but somehow that was when the seed of the word of God was sown in my heart. Years months, one of the young men of the town who before he gave his life to Christ, was the best dancer and DJ, heard about my fame in dancing and all, made up his mind (he was to tell me later) that he would do all that is necessary within him to lead me to Christ.
Interestingly, others have tried preaching to me but some ended up confused when I bring all my metaphysical knowledge to bear in argument! The talk then among the born again in the town was that I was dangerous to preach to. That one must be sure of himself before coming to preach to me.
I had academic understanding of the bible and would dazzle the unlearned. I recall that It gave me pleasure doing just that! (I am ashamed of that now, thinking about it all!) So, this young man, after days of fasting and prayers came to see me in school and unfortunate for him he came when break time was over and told him point blank, while he was about preaching to me, that though I was the senior prefect, I don’t break the rules that next time, if he really wants to see me, he should come during the break period or after school hours.
With that, I walked away from him. He confessed later to me that he was taken aback by my audacity and fluency of the English language and instead of been discouraged; saw potentials that could be to the advantage of the gospel should I give my heart to Christ.
In the evening of that same day, while alone in my room, I suddenly felt an overwhelming presence (later found out He was the Holy Spirit) and my whole world collapsed. A felt a heavy burden of sin and guilty and my life was presented before me and I saw and felt an emptiness.
I heard a voice in my heart asking me to allow Him into my life and suddenly It dawn on me that that was Jesus! I fell of my bed, on my knees I cried out for His love and comfort. For the first time since l lost my dad, who was a friend, I realised I was still pained at the lost and had been living in denial, using the drama, the cult and all as a cover but there and then, I knew God loves still loves me despite the fact that I was angry with Him for allowing my father to die.
Right there in my room on that beautiful morning of the 17th of February 1986, a few months to my 16th birthday, I gave my heart to Christ! Oh what a day! I could not wait for it to be Sunday!! Sunday morning, I carried my bible, tried to look decent in my slim blue jean and a clean tucked in cream shirt, I headed to the church. The Pastor and brethren could not believe it! In fact the Pastor screamed when I walked into the church! Same day I spoke in tongues and it has been glorious ever since! .