Record breaker

When I joined Dunamis in 2016/2017, I gained admission into school. When I got the admission, the devil told me I would fail. I took it casually. On the day I entered the school gate, the devil reminded me again that I would fail. I rebuked it and said, “I will not fail!” That was how I completed my ND without any issues.

I later gained admission into the Federal Polytechnic, Kaduna, for my HND. That was where the battle began.

In the first semester, we wrote our examinations, and I got a carryover. I went to the department and applied for an incident form. They later checked and told me that I did not have any carryover.

In the second semester, I still got a carryover. That was when I understood that this was a serious battle, and I began to pray.

One day, I heard a testimony in Dunamis about a woman who was sick. She took pictures from when she got married, placed them on the wall of her room and began to declare, “This is my body; this is not my body.” That was how God took away the sickness.

I decided to do the same thing. In my third semester, I began to pray and wrote down all my courses. I placed some of them on the wall and others on my bed, and I even lay on them. I began to declare over them, writing down the grades I wanted. I kept declaring, “This is my result; that is not my result.” Glory be to God, when the results came out, I passed!

I said to myself, “Okay, so this is the secret.” In the fourth semester, I did the same thing again, and I passed all my courses.

Hmm! After I finished school, the devil showed up again. I stayed at home for one year without going for the National Youth Service Corps (NYSC), and this became a major concern for me. I was downcast because of an issue that happened between some of our coursemates and the school. They reported the school to the Human Rights Commission, and the school said it would punish us.

One day, I went to my home cell meeting, and they asked us to share our prayer requests. I told them what was happening, and we prayed about it.

On Sunday, my friend called me and told me that we had been mobilised for NYSC. I was so happy! I travelled to Kaduna to collect my statement of results, but when they searched for mine, they could not find it.

At the place where I was staying, we usually had morning and evening devotionals. During one of the morning devotionals, the woman leading the devotion asked me what the problem was. I explained what had happened, and she prayed that whoever was sitting on my results would cause me to stand on that result. I said, “Amen!”

I had planned to spend only two days in Kaduna, but two days turned into two weeks. One morning, while I was sleeping, a hand tapped me, and I stood up, but I did not see anyone. Then I heard a voice telling me to declare. I wanted to do it casually, but the voice asked me, “Do you want to say it in your mind?”

I stood up and began to declare. I said, “Lord, Your words never fall to the ground.” Then I declared Matthew 18:17–18 and said, “I will collect my results today!”

After that, I picked up the necessary things I needed, singing as I went out. When I got to a place in Kaduna called Kasuwa, I saw a call coming in from a new number. When I answered, the man asked me to come and collect my results if I was not too far away.

Glory be to God! He told me that he had just checked one, two, three, and the fourth one was my result. They had searched everywhere, including records from previous years, but could not find it. But that day, God made it possible for them to locate it!

After that, I returned home, but the devil struck again. My mother had always told me that the day I would wear my NYSC uniform, she would take a picture with me. Sadly, she did not live to see that day; she passed away.

A pastor from the Redeemed Christian Church of God (RCCG) had seen my commitment to the things of God. He promised me that wherever I was posted for NYSC, if I did not like the place, he would bring me to Abuja and give me a Place of Primary Assignment (PPA) where I would serve. He also promised that after my service, they would retain me. Sadly, he also did not live to see the day I would go for service; he passed away.

My NYSC call-up letter eventually came out, and I saw that I had been posted to Yobe State. I said that after my orientation camp, I would relocate to Nasarawa State. However, when I applied for the relocation, I lost my peace. I went to the ICT office and cancelled the relocation.

God took me to Yobe State, and He proved Himself there. I experienced unusual favour. Through my service in the church, I eventually became the Dunamis pastor's personal assistant (PA).

God is good!

I thank God for all He has done in my life through Daddy and Mummy. Thank you all for helping to make me who I am today. May God bless you, and may the oil upon your lives never run dry, in Jesus' name.

I am the first person in my family to wear the NYSC uniform. Hallelujah!

God bless Dunamis! DUNAMIS FOR LIFE!