How did you come to know the Lord?
Actually, the good part of me is that I've been brought up in a Christian family. Both my father and my mummy were Christians. Sometimes my dad could make it compulsory, that we should memorize verses, we should go to church, never miss church. But there was a time when I went out to secondary school—I started beer drinking, I could do whatever my heart desired. I got lost, reaching a point whereby my dad decided never ever come to my house again. I said, "Fine.” But at the end of the MIC exam, I did well; and he said, "Ah, come on, this boy, despite being naughty, a problem, but look at his progress in class. He has done well."
My uncle assisted me to start working. Even when I started working, I was getting money. […] Of course I had a good salary, but I continued to be a drinking, fighting, use of abusive words. I continued. But for several times I've survived a certain accidents, where those accidents claimed the lives of my friends, but I survived.
So, there was a day I was thinking of myself to say, "How special am I?" I had this friend, he's gone, but… I'm still alive. There was this fight—somebody was stabbed with a knife, he, yeah, yeah… But, those thoughts began to trouble me… and if this is going to be creeping into my heart and my head…
One day I decided to go to church after a very long time without entering the door of a church. Going into the church, the pastor that preached that day, to me—I said, he preached about me. That was my turning point. I said, "No, I need to receive Jesus. Otherwise, I will die." So that's how I came to the Lord.