I was born on 12th April 1966 to a very strict Pentecostal Christian family. I am the first born in a family of eight children, four boys boys and four girls. However, apart from the one who died under normal circumstance, three had died under mysterious circumstances, most probably related to the fanatical stand that my parents had.
My parents belonged to a group that had swayed from the African Inland Mission due to differences in speaking of tongues as evident of the baptism of the Holy Spirit . (The A.I.M. never believes and still does not believe in speaking in tongues.) The group called itself "Arata a Roho Mutheru" meaning "Friends of the Holy Spirit". This denomination had some outstretched beliefs. For example, they believe in divine healing to the extent that any other forms of treatment including medical treatment were branded 'idolatry'. This doctrine became so strong that if one was found to have gone to hospital under any circumstances, one was ex-communicated. No member is permitted even to shake hands with such a person as such an act was regarded as an act of defilement.
I grew up under such teachings and being so zealous of them. I was so indoctrinated to an extent of not to even touch medicine or a pack of cigarettes.
In 1980 I found salvation after being preached to by a brother, and we even underwent circumcision together. I remember that everything in this denomination was spiritualized, even undergoing circumcision was a church affair and was considered a form of sacrifice or offering. Nonetheless I gave my life to Christ at the tender age of fourteen years. Two years later, in 1982, I got baptized in the Holy Ghost and I had a lot of zeal for the truth.
Now, as a young Christian I encountered some difficulties. This was due to the fact that our church never believed in fellowshipping with any other group of Christians other than members of the same church. Hence, I could not join the Christian Union in school. I could not confess to other students of my Christian faith because they would ask me to join them for prayers, a thing I was not allowed to do. This prompted me to backslide though not completely because there was something in me warning me of whatever I was doing, and hence, I was on and off in my Christian life until I left school in 1987. For all those times, I had a lot of questions going through my mind as to the doctrines being held so strongly by the church which had to have biblical basis, yet answers were not forthcoming to me.
In March 1988 I got
a temporary job as an untrained teachers in a
local school and that's where I had all the chances to hold firmly to
what I believed. I remember a time when I wanted to attend a convention
that had been organized
For a fact the message of Branham was an answer to the many questions that had lingered in my mind. No sooner had I received the message that I found in the very church that I followed that conditions were introduced on how one was to handle "the message". It looked alright from the onset but it was a trick of the devil. After a while it was impossible to rectify the mistakes that the church had lived with all along due to ignorance. For example the church was controlled by elders who assumed the role of pastors, the elders felt threatened by the liberty brought by the message and consequently refused, though cunningly, to embrace the message as it is.
Due to the elders' stand, there arose friction with some of us because we questioned the Biblical basis of some of the doctrines they held as the truth e.g. the head coverings for women, the issue of medication, the ministries coming up in the young people. etc. All these were branded as foreign ideologies and were told to seek alternatives outside the church which we humbly accepted.
When I met the so
called old timers in the message mount I came across another problem
that ministered more questions in my mind because every time I shared with
some of them about Godís word as stipulated in the Scriptures they
always said, "you see, the prophet said". As young believer I could not
understand why they kept on repeating "the prophet, the prophet". Then by
Godís grace, during the wake of a revival meeting, a minister brought me
a book that I did not at that time take seriously but when I read it
later I was
so impressed that the following day, when the minister came, I told him
that the writer of the book had said the truth. I did not bother at that
time to know who had written it but the content was quite spiritual as
the spirit in me was concerned. All that I had noted was that the book had
Later on God opened a way and I got connected to a brother, Moses Segite, and from then on, I and the few brothers, we left "Arata-a-Roho Mutheru" together. We have never turned back.
May His Name be praised. Amen.