By the age of 17, I was into meditation and black magic. I was trying to forget the pain and be strong so I started drinking heavily, smoking 60 cigarettes a day and taking hashish. I seriously considered taking my life. However, I decided to join the army where I became a sergeant and was responsible for 300 recruits. I was searching for real love, truth and joy so I became a Muslim, fasting at Ramadan and praying five times a day.
In the army I was unjustly imprisoned for 45 days where I was badly tortured every morning, lunchtime and evening. This made me pray more to Mohamed but to no avail. I then remembered the story in the Bible of the prodigal son who went away from his dad and did a lot of wrong things until he came back home again.
On 3rd April 1986 I prayed to Jesus and asked Him to come into my life and take away the case against me. The following day the prison door opened and I said to God, ‘Please I cannot handle any more’. The captain came to me and told me that I could go home because everything was OK. But he did not give me my documents so I thought he would shoot me in my back and then say I was trying to escape. It wasn’t until I was on the bus that I believed I was really free and I went straight to the Bible Society bookshop and bought a Bible which is still with me now.
I continued to search for love and respect. One day my close friend was killed and at his funeral I hugged his crying mum and she told me I was now her son.
I went back home and drank until I lost my senses. A Christian friend saw the condition I was in and prayed for me. From then my life began to change. I stopped smoking and drinking and in 3 months I was like a new man. I was a new baby. I started going to church and I haven’t looked back. God slowly took me on a journey to the point when I was ready to serve Him.
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