At this level, one thing had become clear to me. God not only wanted to save and restore me to Himself; He wants to use me to represent Him in this World and preach the gospel. But I surely needed proof of that. On one faithful day, I was at the church praying and the theme of my prayers is that God should call me the way He called Samuel if truly He wanted to use me. This assurance is so crucial to me because, my conversion would be something that I would have to prove to my parents, my family, friends and the community at large because ordinary confession won’t persuade them to believe all testimonies. I knew I would be tried diabolically (and otherwise) from every angle. I must have to do the proving with DIVINE EVIDENCES. (And indeed, such were my experiences (which started with series of diabolical dream encounters). My first proof was posed by my own biological father who almost run me mental with voodoo power after he had failed to dissuade me from continue to preach the gospel everywhere except, according to him, “in your church only.” He believed; it is a shame to him that his son is preaching the gospel.

         Been exhausted after a long hour of fasting and prayers, the resident pastor approached me and informed me that I should go into a room and rest. I was inside the room laying down when suddenly I heard an audible voice from inside the church hall called me by my Muslim name ‘Ganiyu.’ I quickly jumped to my feet and rushed into the hall to see who had called me. One thing however that baffled me in the call I heard is that, how would anyone know me by that name in that country? The international passport I came with did not belong to me. I was given to extend the Germany visa on it which was about to expired. And after I heard the first call at Obalende motor park in Lagos, and I was with that passport, it was the only travelling document I had with me. As soon as it became clear the direction of my journey, I went to a place known as Oluwole in Tinubu Square area of Lagos Island where I paid for the passport to be altered to bear my photo I.D (which was the common criminal practice in those days, I believe, that place does not exist again).

         While wondering about the caller of my name, the resident Pastor came out and I asked him direct if he had called me. I thought, he might not have called me by my Muslim name which was never disclosed to anyone at the time, I had a hidden identity. His response to me became another prayer point for me. He said. “Maybe it is God that call you!” Really! I said to myself; “God called me?” Then I was reminded the subject of my prayer request. But it’s like I wasn’t expecting such a quick and direct call.

Since the initial destination of my journey was not Chad Republic but now, it’s becoming too obvious that, the mystery behind the call and the journey is surfacing. Now, I needed to ask God to prove Himself beyond a reasonable doubt that He is behind the call and it’s directly in response to my earlier prayer request. In a nutshell, all the requests I presented to God like Gideon in the book of Judges (Judges 6:33-40), asking God to assure and re-assure him that He was calling him to lead the Israelite into battle against their enemies. All my requests were granted without any exception. And the most notable one was the request for Baptism with the Power of the Holy Ghost.

          I specifically told God to give me that experience within four days, and if He does, I would turn each day to ten days, of fasting for forty days to prepare myself for the ministry. With the little scriptural knowledge, I had at that time that, Jesus fasted for forty days to prepare for His ministry, in my naivety, I too decided to do the same. Of course, I did not intend to fast for forty days and forty nights exactly like Jesus. The night of the day I made the request, I went for a vigil with a brother from the church to pray as we had begun to do. However, we could not continue with the prayers that night because, I was speaking languages I did not know nor understand. I was so angry with the Devil whom I accused of twisting my tongue to curse God. But twice that day before we came for prayers, at home, in my sleep, I saw two men I recognized to be Angels of God wearing pure white flowing garments, and one of them asked me: Do you want to receive the Holy Ghost? But I did not give any response. While at the church resting before the vigil, these men came asking me same questions. My challenge was that, I did not know that proof of that experience is speaking in unknown tongues.

         The following morning, one of the church workers came from Chad Capital Province called N’Djamena. He began straight to talk about the experience of Holy Ghost Baptism, as if he was sent to guard me in that experience. His emphasis was on the initial evidence or proof that one must have that he had received and that is, speaking in an unknown, and unlearned language that only the Holy Spirit shall speak through the recipient (there is no common agreement on this experience with varying Christian denominations holding divergent views), but this is how I was led and this has become what I also teach and preach (with infallible Scriptures to support). As the brother who visited from the church Headquarters had corrected my erroneous notion about ‘tongue speaking,’ I became so excited that I went back to the church a lone this time and prayed until my voice was almost gone but nothing happened. Exactly the fourth day after my initial prayer request for proof of my calling. I was alone in the church at night worshipping God in a way I knew when suddenly I found myself lifted of my feet, like a hand carried me gently; laid me on the floor like a mother laying her child to sleep. I was bubbling in unknown togues, an experience that lasted for more than three hours that night.

          Immediately after the experience of the Holy Ghost Baptism, I began to hear the Holy Spirit speaking to me in my inner being. He began to ask me to go outside that I would see cripples on wheel chairs or someone with insanity conditions outside the building and I should pray for these people. Going outside to confirm what I was told; it would be exactly. Those people would be seen. At first, I was not too bold to take such step (not been afraid, I just felt that, why would I do that when I am not the pastor of the church), but refusing the order would be like plugging an electric wire with life current into my body until I began to yield in obedience to His Voice even since. Halleluiah!