When I came out, I couldn’t walk and the entire street came and carried me all the way round the street to my bank where the car was. That was on Saturday preceding the previous Friday. I got into my car and I couldn’t drive it, so a call was made to my house and somebody came to pick me.

That same night, I came back home in the village and it was raining and my grandmother held me close to her chest weeping. She said she had been having nightmares about me for three days. My mother had always been a strong Christian and when the news of the attack reached her, she made sure she brought some people to Lagos to pray for me and during such vigils which lasted between 7p.m. to 7a.m.; I would remain mute knowing little of what to do. Each time the prayer group spoke in tongues, I wondered what a strange group this was.

This went on until two to three years after when I listened to an uplifting sermon. After the sermon I came to the village I brought out all my juju boxes and burnt them. Those that refused to burn I poured kerosene on them. They all got burned except for three which started jumping. So I put holy water on them and they exploded, all of them.

My sleep that Sunday night was very peaceful. I had never slept so peacefully all my life. I used to sleep for five to six hours but after going to bed at 9p.m. that night; I did not wake up until 11.00am the next day. I slept for 13 hours I was still sleepy but I had to go back to Lagos. So I left for Lagos on Monday.The process of full conversion continued with one old woman, an 83-year-old evangelist from Maryland USA whom my mother asked to stop by and pray for me on her way back to Lagos. She was on her way to Ghana and she visited my office with people working with her. She said ‘let us pray before I leave’ and I requested to draw the curtain but she grabbed my hands with the curtain.

There were two Americans, all AGM’s working with me, I was shy and did not want them to notice me but the Evangelist grabbed my hand and began to pray. That was how in the process I began to speak in tongues. So over the years my quiet exposure to the Lord was building up. My strength in the Lord grew. That was how I began the journey.

Cultism in the Anglican Church.
It is not only the Anglican Church that is grappling with this problem of members and secret societies. The Anglican Church is a product of the society. Earlier, the Lord raised strong men in the Anglican Communion, men who began to expose the evil of cultism. This was about the same time other cChurches were experiencing the same thing. This issue of cultism is not just peculiar to the cChurches. When I came to Owena Bank, the vogue was that you had to belong to one cult or the other to get along. And I believe it was the same story elsewhere.

Many of the junior staff followed the vogue. It was not peculiar to the Anglicans but it become so popular when if you start an office and you as the head belong to a cult, you begin to reflect the image of the organisation through your cult and those under you believe you are in the right direction. If you are succeeding they believe it is because you belong to the cult.

Today at the Owena Bank, many of the staff pray like priests. It was not always so but today God has contacted the place by using me as a tool. Miracles have happened here because we pray and so people have faith that this can happen elsewhere and they now know that even in their homes and villages they can pray through illness.

In my village for example, by any standard, I am wealthy. My cousin, the Minister of Education (then) and myself are expected to make things happen. But oftentimes 80 percent of the people who visit me here in the last eight years come for prayers instead of financial assistance.

Sometimes I come here to see fifty bottles of water waiting. You will hear them say we have talked our problem into it just pray for us, we believe it will be well. Sometimes I give money and they are happy but I have seen people who say they are in a hurry and need only prayer and not money.

Divine intervention in Omegabank
When I came here, I had failure starring at me in the face. I had a financial institution presented to me as a distressed bank. Although I had read about them, there were six of them, which included Owena bank, ACB, National Bank, Mercantile bank and another bank in he east. They were all described as distressed.

When I got here, I met with the NDIC and CBN officials and looked into the books only to discover that the bank was dead and not distressed. It owed over N800million at that time and the capital base was only N60million. They were indebted to the CBN, they were taken off the clearing house. They were taken away from foreign exchange. And they had one case for $3million that had been lost or was about to be lost.

All these were open to me only when I got there. Left with the viable option of resignation, I thought of the people I had assembled from outside as management team. I had also served notice to all the expatriate staff that they had to go.

I got home on my seventh day in the office, I prayed with my wife until 3 am. It was a breakthrough prayer. We were directed to two areas in the Bible where the apostles prayed for Peter when he was about to be killed. When the Angel of the Lord broke the irons and his chains and brought him out. We also read about the valley of the dead bones in Ezekiel 37.

So we immediately took the bank to God in prayers. People felt it was strange and there was opposition. Well, it was understandable for a bank that was steeped in occult from top to drivers. Today, you have a bank made up mostly of strong Moslems or Christians. I didn’t take the bank to God because it was comfortable. I knew I couldn’t handle the situation. We have to realize our limits and know how to handover to God.

Culled from the Guardian

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