GOD’S MERCY FREED ME AFTER 14 YEARS IN PRISONS
Shall the prey be taken from the mighty, or the lawful captive delivered? But thus says the Lord, “Even the captives of the mighty shall be taken away, and the prey of the terrible shall be delivered…” (Isaiah 49: 24-25).
It was exactly on the 19th of April, 1999, when I was 24 years that I was arrested and remanded in prison custody, and awaited trial for a crime I was guilty of. I was very stubborn and refused to heed to godly advice. However, my eyes opened when I finally landed in prison. I realized that it was a different world altogether and was a place where your freedom was restricted and you had no choice other than to accept whatever came the next morning. Right before my eyes, fellow inmates that committed similar crime with mine died in Prison and even some innocent souls.
I became remorseful and sober, regretting ever going into crime. Being the first son, the thought of my widowed mother’s fate and my siblings made me heartbroken.
On 23rd July, 2000, I gave my life to Christ while in Prison. The enemy tried to use the different categories of people in Prison, such as homosexuals, hardened criminals, ritualists etc, to prevent the spread of the Gospel in Prison, but God used me and other Christians to defend the cause of the Gospel. I became the Pastor in the Prison Chapel and God was with me.
Even though I spent a total of 14years in Prison, God showed me mercy. I had presented five reasons to God for an access to His mercy following many appearances in the court, among which were:
- Because of the church in Prison.
- Because of the prayers of the saints on my behalf.
- For the faith of those I converted and disciples while in Prison.
- For the sake of my widowed mother that had been ridiculed and
mocked because of my predicament.
- So that the heathens who were fighting against my release will be
God granted and honored these reasons (Isaiah 1: 18) and on the 20th day of Dec.2012, I was acquitted and discharged to the glory of God.
I am now a pastoral student of Great Harvest Theological Institute. Praise God!
CRM, Holy Ghost Tabernacle, Owerri.
FALSELY ACCUSEDThe Bible says that bad company corrupts good manners. This was exactly my case. I joined bad company as a young adult and when one of my companions committed a murder which we knew nothing about, we were all arrested and imprisoned. This happened on 17th of May, 2001.
While in prison, I gave my life to Christ on 15th April, 2005. I was very active in God’s work and became the Chapel’s keyboardist. I trusted God for my deliverance and freedom because I served Him with all my heart and without any reservation.
Just before my last court appearance, Bro Ndubuisi Ogu, the Prison Ministry leader in CRM Holy Ghost Tabernacle, Owerri assured me that if there was only one person that would be set free on that day, I would be the one. With that word mixed with faith, I faced the last
On the day of ruling; 25th June, 2013, I saw Jesus in form of a man sitting directly opposite me. Other people did not see Him, but I understood that He was directing proceedings at the spiritual realm. There were ten (10) of us that were arrested, but only three (3) of us were released, the other seven (7) including some innocent ones were condemned to death.
Today, I am joyfully serving God in CRM, Holy Ghost Tabernacle Owerri. Even though I reside in Okigwe, I don’t care how much it costs me to be in Church at least on Sundays. Praise God!
CRM, Holy Ghost Tabernacle, Owerri.
MY NAME WAS CHANGEDMy name is Favour. I was formerly Mgbechi (God’s Time), but by faith in God’s word I changed it to Favour, while in Prison.
I was arrested and imprisoned for a murder case I was guilty of in July 2002, at the age of 14.
While in prison, I gave my life to Christ in 2004, having lost all hope of coming out. My academics was already terminated and my mother had left us (my brother and I) while we were too young to even recognize her.
I served God faithfully and trusting that I would be released some day. On the day before the court’s last ruling on my case, the Judge announced that if the complainants did not appear in court on the next ruling that she would acquit and discharge me. I took that statement
to God and kept praying with the saints that the complainants should not appear in court. That was exactly what happened on the final ruling day 18th Dec. 2008. I was acquitted and discharged to the glory of God.
Soon after my release, my father died of a protracted illness. I was staying in Lagos with an uncle but was constantly reminded that I was a murderer. Life was becoming unbearable for me every day until a former inmate in Prison who had been released and had joined CRM told
them about my case. In February, 2013 I was invited to come to Owerri for them to see what they could do for me. I have been enrolled in a computer school by the Prison Ministry of
CRM, after which I would be enrolled in formal school to complete my education.
I thank God for Mummy Stella Egeonu, Mercy Home Asst. Director for accommodating me, Bro Ndubuisi Ogu Prison Ministry leader and all the Prison Ministry members for their hospitality and love.
CRM, Holy Ghost Tabernacle, Owerri.
DELIVERED FROM RITUAL KILLERSOn February 5 2013, during the 21-day fasting programme of the Ministry, I went to Mile 12 market, Ketu, Lagos, to buy foodstuff for sale as usual. After buying my goods around noon, I boarded a bus to Ikorodu with about eight others at the bus-stop along the expressway. The bus was newly painted in Lagos commercial bus colour. Initially, I was surprised they didn’t mind carrying foodstuff like tomatoes and pepper, which were usually messy. They were also willing to collect the amount I priced unlike others I had flagged down that had insisted on a higher fare because of my load.
However when we wanted to open the windows as the bus moved, they objected saying the bus had AC (although this was not true). Before we knew it, along the way, the bus veered off the road and drove us into the bush near a river close to Ikorodu. I don’t know how they were able to incapacitate us such that we could neither shout nor protest. We were very weak.
At the riverside they phoned their partners to come with boat to take us away. However, before the boat came, God used one of them to spare my life as he recognized me and told me he knew my husband back in my place (and even confessed he still owed my husband for a pair of slippers which he had made for him years ago). He told me in my native language that everyone kidnapped was going to be sold to people who would kill them and cut them into pieces and sell their parts but that he would help me out. He told his partners not to take me telling them that I was his kinswoman and that they don’t use his tribe for rituals, else I would spoil things for them. They refused initially, but he insisted. So they beat me seriously and left me at the riverside unconscious, while the rest were taken away in the boat. They were very mean as they even threw a baby that was crying continuously into the water.
Later in the evening when I woke up, I was moved to raise my hand so that someone could see me and help. That was how a fisherman saw me and helped me get a vehicle that took me to our bus stop with my goods. From there I called my husband to come and take me home. I Praise God for in His great mercies. He saved me from the hands of those killers. I thank Him for His protective hedge around me, especially during the 21-day fasting and prayer period.
I LOST MY MILLIONS, BECAME A WANDERER, THEN FOUND CHRISTI used to be what would be termed a successful business man. My major business was Clearing and forwarding, I made money through the business and started importing pharmaceutical products. I was doing well when an uncle of mine met me and proposed a kind of business collaboration.
The collaboration was thus: ‘supply me all your imported products, I will pay you the total amount, give you same amount again upfront and help you exchange the money at bank rates’. The proposal was fascinating. Before then, my own father had warned me to avoid any business transaction with the man. He further warned me that the man was always looking forward to pulling down any prospective young man in the village. I thought that my father was speaking from what I termed ‘old mindset’.
I went ahead to supply the evil man the whole batch of my products from West Germany (as it was known then). Till date, 23 years after that transaction I’m yet to be paid! That was eventually the end of that business. This evil man, as I will always call him, resides in Ondo State. In my several attempts and trips to Ondo in the pursuit of my payment, I was involved in road accident a few times.
He eventually suggested to me to come along with 30 passport photographs and revealed that he had paid for my membership into Reformed Ogboni Fraternity (R.O.F). He further stated that it was on the basis of that that he would pay me that money. I argued with him, but he did not shift his ground. When I summoned him to our kinsmen’s family meeting, he apologized and promised to pay but to no avail.
That was when I realized that I was in a fix and that I had reached the dead end of the business of importation. I took a decision to look elsewhere for another means of livelihood. I have always had this wonderful ability of connecting to great opportunities but one peculiar trend began to follow me. Any business I initiated, at the point of success, I would have a great unimaginable failure and disappointment. This trend continued and in fact became a reproach. Several businesses I started never succeeded.
I finally raised money from a source, went back to Europe and imported Novalgene injection. That year, 1990, World Health Organization banned the use of Novalgene worldwide. In the hospitals there was no alternative. I used my foreign network of business and secured the production with an old brand name known as deperone. That was how I imported Novalgene. The cost of the product was USD5 per pack of 10 vials which was Seventy five Naira (N75). I imported 1000 packets. The cost price of one unit pack was One thousand eight hundred Naira (N1,800). Invariably, by my calculation I had hit a breakthrough. The item did not land in Nigeria, as projected. From my investigation it went to another destination. I sold one carton I brought in as hand luggage and recovered more than the cost of the whole batch. As I was fighting to locate the missing cargo, those who bought the one carton from me went to Belgium and imported them in containers. When my own was recovered after six months, World Heath has unbanned the item and the price crashed below cost price.
Thereafter, I sold a few things and took a loan from a friend, as I went back to Europe. I hit another opportunity. I met a mafia member who was a car export syndicate. We agreed to form a cartel to colonize Nigeria’s car market import. We were to bring in 30 cars as trial order before the mega orders. I was not to pay a dime but to sell, make a mark-up profit and remit the proceeds back for subsequent supplies. The fellow and I flew to Belgium from Belgrade in Yugoslavia.
As our aircraft was to land, it was one of the coldest winters in many years. We could not land because the tarmac was covered by snow ice. We were diverted to Dusseldorf in West Germany. There, we were to drive into Belgium by train. We were to be given a transit visa so as to enable ride into our destination. Then I hit another road-block. My partner was caught because he had a criminal record in the city and he had on him all the money for the transactions. I was confused. Could I have told the Airport Police to recover the bag and money? I didn’t. So I had no other choice but to return back to Nigeria empty-handed.
I sold other things and went back to Europe for more business. This time I imported some scarce anti hypertensive drugs from Cyprus. By my calculation, this would repay all my losses. While the item was on transit via Addis Ababa Airport, the military overthrew the Prime Minister of Ethiopia, sealed the sea and airports. When the Cargo jet carrying my products was released, and eventually landed in Lagos, my name was in the manifest, but my consignment was lost or stolen, either in Addis Ababa or Nigeria. GOD knows.
The story went from one sour taste to another. I had even greater business opportunities locally. The more I strove to succeed, the more I went down. Any business I was invited into collapsed in a couple of months. I began to understand that I was a moving reproach so I became afraid of either getting into business or partnering with anyone.
I moved from living in apartments to one room and eventually went back to dwell in my village where I had managed to build a house in those good days, though not completed. In the village I became a friend to drunkards and game players. I was there in the village but one thing kept me going. I had a strong belief that my situation had an expiry date.
The evil man equally programmed me to commit suicide so the surge to hang myself or dive into a deep sea was always coming to me. But I never gave in to it. I had a little remnant of faith which I got philosophically. I neither gave up nor despaired.
Further insight regarding my plight unfolded. One day this evil man told someone in front of my younger cousin’s room that he had locked me up spiritually and that no one can unlock me. He also said to my hearing that I would never amount to anything again and that since I had returned to the village, I would continue to wander about till I die. He boasted to anyone that cared to listen that I was his prisoner.
However, this wilderness experience (the period of my captivity) turned out to be a process that taught me great many things. Now I appreciate the whole episode. Could I have been born again without this situation? Was it that GOD allowed this situation to make me a testimony for others held in devilish captivity? Today, the LORD has raised me not only in the community but for nations. I’ve ministered in about 16 African countries and United States of America. My joy is that HE used the situation to train me for spiritual warfare and deliverance. I have forgiven the evil man. He has seen that GOD is supreme. I do pray for his salvation.
Finally, the LORD encountered me in a mysterious circumstance. I started a journey into HIS KINGDOM while searching for deliverance from the evil bondage I found myself in. I went from one Minister to another until I met a man who insulted me. I told him to book me for a family deliverance but he retorted that a young man like me does not need to be ministered to and that I should learn how to pray for myself and my family.
This minister gave everyone that came appointment for their own deliverance except me. I went out, not dejected but with a vow never to go to any minister for prayers again. I started learning and buying prayer books. I got connected to Intercessors for Nigeria, they taught me what my spirit-man needed. I settled with them and began to grow in prayer ministries gradually.
Today, I have witnessed not only deliverance but outstanding breakthroughs and blessings both in Ministry, family and businesses. My counsel to anyone in this situation is not to give up; the situation will make you and not mar you. Whenever there’s a Pharaoh, there must be a Moses. See yourself as the Moses. I’ve written a book that’s widely read: “Power and Influence of Altars” It has sold for over 6,000 copies without going through any bookshop or a formal launching. I’ve also written the second book which miraculously is being printed and published in United States. The title is, “Possessing the Gates of the Seven Mountains”. The publishing company is paying the whole bills and will market the book.
I really thank God for his faithfulness towards me. May His name be praised continually.
FROM DARKNESS TO LIGHTI was born into a polygamous and idolatrous family. My immediate father was a renowned diviner. Before I was born, my grandfather had prophesied that I was male and that I was a reincarnate of him and I should be named after him. So I was given a name before I was born.
Right from childhood I was a very sickly person and this continued into adulthood until I met Christ. Rituals for those who murdered people were conducted for me. The family was involved in human sacrifice as the entire community relied on our principal idol to prosecute wars.
I managed to go through secondary and University education and obtained a good degree in French in 1985. All attempts to get me a job after my NYSC service in 1986 failed, even though my cousin who made me study French with a view to pursuing a career as diplomat was still a well-placed career diplomat. My father told me blankly that I could not go far from him because I was ordained for the idol, to take over the powers from him. Every body in the family including himself called me “father”. Even Spiritual lords that I met later respected and feared me. That is why I now believe that God’s hand had been on me from conception. (Galatians 1:14-16).
I was a great admirer of De Lawrence of India. I was deep into metaphysics and occultism. In my first degree thesis I wrote that “Idol worshipers are better than Christians”. I equally had contact with sango, the god of thunder. On a few occasions, machetes were tried on me but failed to cut my body because of the Ogun (god of iron) powers I had. A cultist one day congratulated me when I told him that the previous night I had ascended to the blue sky.
To compound all these qualities, I was also a drunk and a cinch smoker.
MY ENCOUNTER WITH CHRISTIn March 1991, I was in a dream when a powerful light, brighter than the sun from the sky blazed and dazed my eyes. As I looked down, a voice came from the light saying: “this ring you are wearing on your finger has no power.” In anger, I pointed to the light without being able to look up and said “how do you know?” and it said again, “anything you say in the name of Jesus will happen.” In a flash, one of my occult lords appeared and I said “Lord Samson, this ring, I was just told has no power” and he asked, “who told you?” I now I saw an opportunity to disgrace Jesus because that voice said that anything I say in the name of Jesus would happen and I had been blaspheming that name for years in philosophy and literature classes even among college students. That ring was given to me by the devil from the grave.
To test the powers, I commanded that occult lord, whom I was sure was powerful, to fall down in the name of Jesus. I believed in my heart that this could not happen, but to my greatest amazement, not only did he collapse, blood oozed out from every part of his body. I commanded him to rise in the name of Jesus and he sprung to his feet. Two of us were shivering. I told him that since I had received the true power that I would go and deliver his child that had been sick which I did. After I woke up, I knelt down and surrendered to the name: Jesus.
I was engaged to my wife before my encounter with Christ. Before the conclusion of the marriage rites, my occult spiritual director of the marriage took me to a mysterious river in his village to know my wife’s spiritual background. It was about 10 a.m. A woman appeared from the river and addressed me thus: “my son, this lady you want to marry is not your own, she is here with us.” Seeing that I was afraid, my director told me to go ahead with the marriage and that a sacrifice of a ram in the river would release her to me. I was planning to do that when I encountered Jesus. So I never went back.
Four days after my marriage, I took my wife for a spiritual retreat and she was delivered and saved. She confessed to me that the Ogbanje (evil spirit) group killed 10 out of the 12 children her mother had. This was a confirmation of what the water spirit told me in the river. Before our marriage, she said her father took her to a river in her own village to appease the spirit.
That very year (after our marriage), she took in and after six months, three different doctors certified that she was not pregnant. By the 9th month, the foetus got rotten in her womb and one of the doctors evacuated it. However, to date, the power in the name of Jesus has given us four children. Bring any case of Ogbanje in the world to us and my wife will deal with it. I have not spent anything on her health for the past eighteen years. I have also enjoyed divine health for 23 years. That wonderful name Jesus!!!
To him be the glory, honour and power.
MY ANOINTING AND MEMBERSHIP OF CHRISMATIC RENEWAL MINSTRIESAfter my conversion, I was running from pillar to pole to witness for Christ. One day I met Late Pastor Tony Audu in the market and shared with him my experience and he took me to the Polytechnic at Ugbokolo where National Catholic Charismatic Students had a conference and handed me to Pastor Ben Kwembe, who became my new spiritual director in the Lord. He has remained so to date. That year, 1991, he invited me to the National Charismatic Teaching camp at Okigwe, Imo State, but I turned it down.
On Friday morning that same week, the Lord woke me up in the morning and commanded me to go to Okigwe. I told Him that I had no money, but He told me to go to a cousin who eventually gave me the sixty naira, which I used to transport myself to the Camp.
At the Saturday Morning Watch (early morning prayers) in the hall, the Holy Spirit rushed in on me so violently that I thought the roof was blown off. That was my anointing and commissioning till now.
I am eternally indebted to all who prayed for and financed that program. Another lesson for me was that the same God who asked me to go to Okigwe could have equally anointed me on my bed at Ugbokolo. No serious revelation and divine input are given at the valley. No wonder, we have mount of transfiguration and not valley of transfiguration. The only things that are noticeable at the valley are dry bones. Moreover, all the big ministers in this country and beyond whom I know, I first met them in our national camp. Rev Mike Oye, Gbile Akanni, Uma Ukpai, Pastor Enoch Adeboye, Wale Oke, Prof. Anigbogu, Pastor Ayo Oritsejafor and many others. I therefore challenge all Christians to love mountain encounter with the Lord through His vessels, after all, no professor teaches in secondary schools. If you want to encounter them, go to the university.
This is the end of my story. But remember and sing this song always “That wonderful name, Jesus…. It actually delivers and saves. God bless you.
A Devout Moslem Encounters Christ.I was born into a very lovely Muslim family of five. I grew up in an atmosphere of love and under deep Islamic upbringing.
I was a Muslim fanatic. I always said my prayers five times a day with great devotion. In fact I looked forward to it and could leave whatever I was doing to pray. I grew to hate Christians because I thought they were false and all they did was mislead people. Every time someone tried to preach the gospel to me, I responded with intense anger springing from my inside. I gave no room for the gospel of Jesus in my heart; I didn’t even want to hear it.
Nevertheless, as a Muslim, I had a deep desire to know God, to serve Him. And this led me to staying several hours on my praying mat sometimes when I prayed. There was a vacuum in my life and I sought to fill it. I was looking for more of God (so I thought); I wanted to be used of God, I wanted to be different for God. I kept myself morally and didn’t even have any boyfriend; I tried not to tell lies, etc. all in a bid to be righteous.
One day, as a secondary school student in 1991, I went out and on my way I met a female evangelist who preached the message of Jesus to me and of course as usual I wouldn’t listen to her but there was a categorical statement she made that set me thinking and wondering. She said: ”God is one and there’s only one way to Him, if you really want to know the right way, ask God and He will reveal Himself to you”. That statement was heavy and it sounded like glue to what I had been searching for. Nonetheless, I left angry with her for having the guts to talk to me about Jesus.
Later that day, just before I went to bed that night, those words came to mind and I began to think. I said to myself, “everyone claims their religion is the perfect way. Hindus say their religion is the way, Buddhist, Muslims, Christians, etc say the same thing. Then how can one know the way to serve God?” I then said a prayer to God that I will never forget. I said to God: “Please show me the way to heaven, reveal yourself to me. Show me if Jesus is real; show me if He really died for me and if it’s true, I will serve Him for the rest of my life.”
Months after that night, a miracle happened. I discovered I had a change of heart; my desire for Islam was nowhere to be found, I had a longing desire to know who Jesus is. I began to hide to read the New Testament bible which I had always had but before then I read it only to criticize Christians. As a way of feeding the new yearning for Jesus in my heart, I could pretend to be reading my books close to Christians who were having their meetings in classes so as to listen to them. I refused to let anyone know what was happening to me. I said to myself: “if I tell a Muslim, he/she will try to convince me that Islam is the way and if I also tell a Christian, they will be happy they have gotten a convert and also try to convince me that Christianity is the way.” So I kept it to myself and believed that what was happening to me must be proven that it was divine. If it was from God, then let God Himself work the work in me.
Gradually, as I kept reading the bible with an open and a truly searching heart, scales were falling off my eyes, I had diverse encounter with Jesus and the truth was unveiled to me. In 1992, I could no longer hold back, so I surrendered my life to Jesus, I accepted Him as my Lord and personal saviour.
Then, the next hurdle was how to reveal my new identity. I didn’t have the boldness or courage to tell anyone about it. Until one day while I was hiding reading the bible as usual I came across the scripture in Mark 8:28 which says “For whosoever is ashamed of me and my words in this adulterous and sinful generation, of him the son of man also will be ashamed when He comes in the glory of His Father with his holy angels”. That scripture gave me the strength and boldness I needed to declare my new-found faith to my parents and all around me with great joy. What followed after was painful and very challenging but God’s grace was sufficient for me.
Persecution arose and my once lovely family was tearing apart as they couldn’t understand what had come over their once Muslim dedicated daughter and sister who was a role model for them and was more committed to Islam that everyone in the house including mum and dad.
Several times I was beaten blue, black and left with wounds on my body; slapped, starved, rejected, neglected and much more, all in an attempt to make me deny Jesus and come back to Islam. But I was determined to serve the true God for the rest of my life. I was prepared to die a Christian than to live a Muslim. I had to jump the fence, follow gutter path several times to get to Church. During the trial period, my bible and all Christian books were seized; I had no access to them. I had access to bible only when I got to Church as brethren bring for me or I share with brethren. The brethren showed me much love and care. The encouraged me and continued to pray for me. But the severe persecution at home did not stop.
One remarkable experience I had comes to mind: one night as I went to bed so hungry, lonely (as friends weren’t allowed to come see me at home); and frustrated from the rejection I was suffering from my once lovely family, I began to contemplate giving up my new-found faith; not because I was confused about Jesus but because I was tired of the persecution and I wanted to have my family back. So I decided that early morning the next day, I would tell my family that I had a change of heart, I was coming back to Islam.
But very early the next morning, I sensed a presence in my bedroom. I looked round but couldn’t see anyone. It was a glorious soothing presence, which I knew could only come from Jesus. With that sweet presence in my room, I felt strong; I was ready to go all the way with Jesus regardless of the consequence; even if I had to lose my family’s esteemed love, I felt Jesus’ love was sweeter and more reliable than all the love in the world. It was later I discovered it was the presence of the Holy Spirit in my room, filling me and strengthening me. It was the beginning of an irreplaceable sweet fellowship with the Holy Spirit in my life. Through it all, the Lord Himself kept me. In the midst of the persecution I grew and knew Jesus more and more.
Few years later, my family accepted me with my Jesus. By then I was already in the university. I grew further in Christ and experienced the genuine love of the brethren. Glory be to God. Today, I am happily married to a pastor and we are all doing well in the Lord. I have had no reason to regret that decision I took for Christ. My family members cherish me and when there are difficulties, they quickly send prayer points to me and My Lord Jesus answers when I call upon Him. I have been praying for their salvation and I know that one day, they will all come to accept Jesus, who is the way, the truth and the light.
We know you have been touched in one way or the other by the testimonies above. God has been faithful and promises to reward our good works with more testimonies. However, we have challenges that God can use you to solve. They include; finances, voluntary lawyers, education, businesses and accommodations for ex-inmates, feeding and welfare for serving inmates etc.
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