MY STORY

THE “ME” YOU DON’T KNOW MUCH ABOUT
FRIENDS......
TODAY Is my 47th birthday. I have decided to spend it with the  Church of Pentecost Inmates Assembly in Nsawam Prisons. I'm going to donate half of my personal clothes both new and old to the prisoners in appreciation of what the Lord has done for me.
Many of you don't know me so I have decided to tell you a little about my past which may help you to also thank the Lord for making me alive to see this day too. You should count me blessed because I have gone through a lot in my life….
At age 6,  in 1974, a building collapsed on me in Asisiriwa near Lake Bosomtwi in Ghana. But by the grace of God, I survived.
At age 10, in 1978,  I was knocked down by a vehicle in my hometown when my mother had returned from Kumasi and I was crossing the road to meet her.
At age 10 in 1978 I survived a cholera outbreak in Asisiriwa which killed 12 people. We had gone to spend vacation when the depidermic broke out. I and my younger sister were quickly sent back to Asienimpong my hometown when our father realised the outbreak but I got it. By then people didn't know much about the disease. I was attacked in the night. I visited the toilet 26 times and collapsed the last time where some elderly people rushed me home. The local doctor ( or medical assistant?) refused to admit me because it was Sunday and he was about to travel on preaching assignment in a different town. But thanks be to God, I survived on a chemical sellers prescription. The following week cholera killed 7 people in my town.
At age 13 in 1981, I was transferred to Akrodie in Brong Ahafo to live with my fathers mother, and a pen pal introduced me to The Ras Tafari Movement, a secret society in Rastafarianism. I was initiated as a full member in 1982.
In 1982 a paternal uncle introduced me to akpeteshie (local alcoholic drink) business. We supplied the stuff in most towns in northern Ghana.
In  1982, that same uncle’s wife became a fetish priestess. I became her secretary.
In 1985, I completed Middle School, gained admission into Achisco but couldn't report till January 1986.
Nov 1988, J.J. Rawlings, then Head of State visited my School and I was chosen as a spokesman for the school which made me very popular.
Dec 1988 I decided to accept Jesus as my Lord and saviour but postponed it because I realised I wouldn't be able to enjoy fully,  our school jubilee celebrations  which was to be held in March 1989.
5th March 1989: I won the best student award for my class (form 4, AB and C)
6th March 1989: A National Service personnel in our school slapped me without cause during  teachers get-together which they had invited us (Drama & Cultural Troupe) to perform. It resulted in a very destructive student demonstration ever to happen in the school. I managed to run away but most of my friends were arrested.
I was declared wanted by the police. My name appeared in the newspapers several times.
17th April 1989: some voice impressed it upon me to commit suicide because I will be arrested and jailed by all means. I accepted, went deep into Bissi Forest reserve near Bofourkrom along Sunyani-Odumase-Badu road. I smoked heavily (I thought for the last time), and got into the thicket but then the Lord called me audibly  to consider His love…..
And it is that love which has brought me this far……

He has called me, worked hard and moulded me to become a vessel for His own dignified use. Don't joke with me, I really understand the goodness of my Lord Jesus…. Because I know Him. Yes. I know Him. I heard His voice audibly and He has remained faithful to me to this day. This is the reason why I love Jesus and have been crazy for Him.