My last job was exactly ten years by March 2020 and in those years, I searched for a job that was worth my time, while rejecting certain opportunities that seemed more natural. It was a ten-year period where God taught me a lot of lessons about life. I am particularly grateful for a meeting I had with Pastor Nkechi Ene. In that meeting, I learnt how to rate issues on their scale of importance. I had become quite choosy about what offends me. I learnt to ignore a lot of things that otherwise would infuriate me and bring about friction in my relationship with other people. As a result, my family, my husband especially, now enjoys a better mother and wife. I had mentioned to an old friend that I wanted an administrative job. She asked me to forward my CV to her organization which I did. In March, while away for my mother-in-law’s burial, I missed some calls from unknown numbers which I couldn’t return immediately due to the many activities that usually accompany burials. A few days later, I returned some of those calls and was asked to appear on a certain date with copies of my certificates at a hospital. That was it. I got disturbed when I discovered it was from a Federal Government-owned hospital. I hold a degree in Theatre Arts, though my last job was administrative in nature. I kept wondering how an Art’s degree holder would fit into that organization. My husband joked that they would have to create a position for me if need be and that was exactly what happened. Also, my decision not to falsify my age and anything in my documents earned me the respect of my employers. While some degree holders were offered positions that required only School Certificate, I got employed as a senior staff. I was given a job that fits like a glove with my personality. The lessons I learnt under Pastor Nkechi came in handy quite often. I have been getting recommendations every other month from my department and the department where I am posted. Normally, we are posted to a new department every two months, but the department where I was initially posted refused to release me, citing that they have not had it this good in a very long while. I am gradually being moved into supervisory roles, all within eight months of working there. Knowing the way I used to be, I dare to say that some of these things wouldn’t have been possible if not for that life-defining meeting with Pastor Kech. I had learnt a long time ago to sow seeds into the life of the people God put over me. My harvest came in the form of one word of advice from my pastor which has, as it were, transformed my life. I am a better person today. I have a job that fits me. I get a lot of testimonies from people on how my work touched their lives. My husband is happy that I have finally got the kind of job he has preached to me about for ten years. I am fulfilled knowing that God never abandoned me and that I am relevant in His scheme of things. God takes all the glory for what He has done in and for me. Thank you, Pastor Kech, for that meeting and the way you keep pouring yourself into this ministry. God who called you will reward you richly. Thank you all.

My wife and I have been married for over two years, and I was not disposed to having children immediately. However, my wife wanted to. When we were ready to have children, it seemed there was a delay. We had even started preliminary tests to confirm everything was okay.During the last Hallelujah Week of 2019, Pastor Kech asked couples who had been married for years and do not yet have children to give a shout to God as babies are scattering in TCC. We did in great excitement and faith.My wife informed me that she was pregnant. We were happy because we had other outstanding tests to be done, but they were now cancelled because of the good news.During the last Carpenter’s Place Live (Our Testimony Service) of 2019, my wife was bleeding. Well, I didn’t take it to heart because I was sure how our baby was conceived. A dear sister called me to ask if we were concerned, and my response to her was that I wasn’t careful in this regard. I spoke to my wife and told her to remain calm, that our baby was going to be born perfect. However, she went for a scan which showed a threatened abortion. Again, we were not worried because every morning, as we left the house, we always saw our testimony bulletin listing our miracles on our doorpost.The pregnancy was smooth with not a single complication of any sort.On the evening of July 20th, 2020, my wife complained of some pains and I joined her in bed to keep her company while calling up my FOG (Family Outreach Group) members to know how they were faring. On attempting to get up to ease herself, my wife noticed the bed was wet. We were not expecting our baby at this time. We still had a few weeks to go, but we proceeded to the clinic as advised by a renowned Professor of neonatology in church.My wife was admitted for observation and she urged me to go home as I need to be at work the next day. However, at past 11:00 p.m., she made a frantic call that I come back with the packed suitcases for the baby and herself.I quickly drove to the hospital and before I could go up the stairs and come down, which was less than five minutes, I heard the cry of Chimkasi Sozo Asika. Later on, my wife told me the nurses were amazed it was her first pregnancy because, at first check, she had already 10cm dilated.It is worthy of note to say that our presiding pastor, Pastor Nkechi (Mrs.) stayed awake with us till our baby was born, although I had protested. For this, we are grateful.A week later, our baby was diagnosed with jaundice; this period was really a trying one for us. However, through the strength of God, prayers of friends and family, the medical team, and our delectable Pastor Kech, our baby was discharged three days later. She has continued to grow in leaps and bounds.We give God all the glory.

Firstly, I would like to thank the entire congregation for your love and affection at the home-going of my wife. Time will fail me if I mention names and roles a lot of you played, especially our presiding Pastor. Thank you very much. The passing of my wife, to say the least, took two-third of me away. I became hopeless and every other thing became worthless. I consistently cried and cried, in public, driving to work, returning from work and worst still, when alone at night. Severally, my heart felt like a sharp blade cut through it. Gradually, I began to sleep with suicidal thoughts within me. We planned and planned, we concluded on my girls, and I was sure Boma, my in-law would uphold them morally even as I mentally set aside some funds for their education. For my son, I could not find a suitable individual for him. Every other night, thoughts centred around him was to no avail. Then the Father in His love stepped in. In a rear vision in broad daylight, I saw my son looking tattered, with mud smeared over him. It was a picture of a drug addict. Then I heard a voice saying, “This is what he would become if you had tried that nonsense”. From that day, I began to ignore the enemy and his thoughts. Then the enemy invited his demon of insomnia to torment me. For about a week, sleep disappeared from my eyes. A sister in church who is a doctor, whom I ran into by chance, described my case as a serious one because I could not sleep for up to an hour every day. This time I stood against the enemy with the Word. My sister, Glory and I searched and found more Scriptures on God’s promises on “sleep”. So, I would walk around my room shouting, telling the enemy that he was responsible and not my Father. I would yell at him, scream, pray in tongues and everything else yet I still couldn’t sleep. I have experienced the power of God and was certain of victory, so I continued my resistance against the onslaught of the enemy. At, about the fifth day, when I was becoming weary, I heard in my spirit to play music. I obeyed by playing Stranger’s song on my PC. I guess I was just humming the first song when I slept off. I woke up the next day feeling so good. Praise the Lord! I believe Satan got so enraged by this victory that he put out some more arsenal against me. Five months after the passing of my wife, my daughter, Topis and I were returning to the parking lot to drive home after a prayer meeting here on Greenville, when Edesiri called out to her. Immediately she left me for Edesiri, a vehicle on high motion picked me up and I landed head-on and lost consciousness. According to Uncle Ifeanyi who witnessed it, I went up 8 feet high. The plan was against my daughter and I and more extensively, the church of the Lord Jesus Christ. What he did not know was that the good Lord also pre-planned my deliverance. The same Edesiri had seen the acts in a dream the night before the incident. He interceded, not knowing the victim and the Lord intervened and delivered me even before the enemy attacked. Hallelujah! Then came OASIS 2019, by Word of knowledge, the presiding pastor called out to one under the oppression of the spirit of suicide. I knew I was the one and tried to resist. Suddenly, a sensation like a mild flame came over my bum and I quickly jumped out to receive help. Since then, I have not only smelt the scent of water, but I have also begun to sprout again. I am here to stay and the Word of the Lord to me is, “While you are 80, you are 40”. Hallelujah! Promotion For over four years, promotions to a certain cadre in my organization were stalled and this affected me. My wife and I sought the face of the Lord in prayers and made vows alongside. One day, she came and announced that I was seen occupying a grade one level higher than what we were believing for. I hushed her and reminded her concerning the processes and procedures in our organization. She walked away with an attitude she and I regularly credited to Pastor Charles by declaring “Ewo lokani”, a phrase in  Yoruba which means wetin concern me. Well, four months after she passed, we were unexpectedly invited to write the promotion exams. Unlike before, a new rule which required a minimum score of 65% to qualify for the final level, was set. Immediately after the written exams, I knew that my score was 63 and told anyone that cared to ask, even my mother-in-law. Well, after the incident on Greenville, I was taken to the hospital. On the second day at the hospital, I awakened from a dream wherein there was a battle, and I was victorious. I quickly called a colleague and informed him that we shall be called for the next level. The result of the written test was published and  I scored 73. Then we heard that 10 marks were awarded across board. It was that colleague of mine, who is a member of church, that reminded me of the dream and that God had stepped in for my sake. Yes! I was promoted but that exercise caused the forceful retirement of about 500 staff nationwide, for poor performance.

I give all the thanks back to God: I can’t be silent. I must start by telling you how destiny brought me to TCC. In March 2013, a prayer point was raised to pray for Pastor Nkechi and the entire TCC family in a church in Kaduna where I was worshipping at that time, they also mentioned that Pastor Cee had gone home to be with the Lord. We prayed to God to grant Pastor Kech wisdom to steer the ship He’s committed to her, as at that time I had never heard of TCC nor seen Pastor before. Two months afterwards, I found myself in Port Harcourt for a job and stayed in Eleme with a brother from the northern part of the country who also mentioned that he occasionally worships in TCC. That made me do a google search for the location of the church and I read as much as I could from the web about the church. Within me I knew this was where I belong even though I hadn’t stepped my foot on Greenville. Finally, I came in September 2013 on a Sunday service and afterwards came for prayer meetings only (due to distance coming from Eleme) until June 2014 when I rented an apartment off NTA road, then the journey to membership began.  For about seven years, I had been trusting God for a formal full-time job because I had a casual job with no contractual agreements. Although I had participated in recruitment exercises of different organizations, I never got the job offers despite making it to the final interviews. Some would call these experiences a “near success syndrome”. While believing God for something tangibly big, I was experiencing God’s favours from likely and unlikely vessels in every area of need ranging from clothes, shoes, money, feeding, unsolicited offers of help, phones etc. That made it obvious to me that God isn’t unaware of my petitions. However, I still felt stuck in my career, lost confidence in my intellectual prowess, and wondered if I was ever going to make headway in my career given how much I had invested into it.  My parents and concerned family members, for some years, have made repeated suggestions concerning my change of church as “things weren’t working” for me yet. I stuck to my gun, telling them that everything I needed for total development and success is here and I’m convinced this is the local church where the Lord would have me belong to. God led me to TCC and planted me here. I have audio recordings of some prophecies by Pastor Nkechi Ene that I repeatedly listened to, prayed, and even sowed seeds towards. Each of these prophecies became a song in my mouth as I could say them without listening to the recordings. Even at that, there was no physical improvement in my situation. Two months after the “major career change” prophecy of 5th January 2019. NNPC (Nigerian National Petroleum Corporation) commenced a recruitment exercise which I participated in. I wrote the test and was interviewed for an Experience Hire role. This seemed like the manifestation of the major career change prophecy but without any explanation, the corporation went mute about concluding the process for the Experience Hire positions. A preceding recruitment exercise I took part in was that of Dangote refinery, which I also got to the final interview (4th stage) but was later told the unfathomable reason why I couldn’t get the job.  In June 2020, Pastor Nkechi gave a prophecy during a Thursday service of someone getting a call within seven days. I received that prophecy. Later, I replayed it, prayed and sowed in that regard as usual. Four days afterwards, I got a call from the managing director of an oil and gas servicing company for an immediate phone interview. I quickly got off the public bus I had boarded and had the phone interview by the roadside. After the interview, the interviewer expressed how impressed he was with me and requested that I send him a text message after the call to his personal line which he gave me. I never heard from the managing director or the organization again. Meanwhile, after the prophecy of “the shift” Pastor Nkechi gave in June 2018 there was a shift in my thinking which made me apply for a Petroleum Technology Development Fund (PTDF) overseas Doctor of Philosophy (PhD) Scholarship funded by the Nigerian government given that I had already bagged two master degrees while doing the casual job. Prior to this prophecy, I had always said that I wasn’t psychologically ready for a doctoral degree. With the guidance of my academic mentors and friends who were very familiar with the PTDF final selection criteria, I checked all the boxes in the selection criteria very well and had an impressive interview but I still did not get the final offer. I was greatly puzzled. Then, I was advised to re-sit for West African Examinations Council (WAEC) with targeted grades, so that I could get at least 80% of the maximum score for the Senior Secondary Certificate of Education (SSCE) criteria, as that was the only likely aspect (other than quota system and political connection) that could be humanly responsible for my not getting the scholarship offer in the previous attempt.  I sat for the General Certificate of Education (GCE) exams 1st series in January/February 2020. After that, I was led in my spirit to print complimentary cards for my private teaching outfit and I danced to this leading of the Holy Spirit. I distributed the printed cards in my place of work at that time. When the GCE result came out on the first week of March, I hit the targeted grades but was not shortlisted for the PTDF-PhD interview. This dealt me a severe blow and I was really downcast. Three weeks afterwards, I got laid off from my casual job of seven years; the basis for the inclusion of my name among those that were

My last job was exactly ten years by March 2020 and in those years, I searched for a job that was worth my time, while rejecting certain opportunities that seemed more natural. It was a ten-year period where God taught me a lot of lessons about life. I am particularly grateful for a meeting I had with Pastor Nkechi Ene. In that meeting, I learnt how to rate issues on their scale of importance. I had become quite choosy about what offends me. I learnt to ignore a lot of things that otherwise would infuriate me and bring about friction in my relationship with other people. As a result, my family, my husband especially, now enjoys a better mother and wife. I had mentioned to an old friend that I wanted an administrative job. She asked me to forward my CV to her organization which I did. In March, while away for my mother-in-law’s burial, I missed some calls from unknown numbers which I couldn’t return immediately due to the many activities that usually accompany burials. A few days later, I returned some of those calls and was asked to appear on a certain date with copies of my certificates at a hospital. That was it. I got disturbed when I discovered it was from a Federal Government-owned hospital. I hold a degree in Theatre Arts, though my last job was administrative in nature. I kept wondering how an Art’s degree holder would fit into that organization. My husband joked that they would have to create a position for me if need be and that was exactly what happened. Also, my decision not to falsify my age and anything in my documents earned me the respect of my employers. While some degree holders were offered positions that required only School Certificate, I got employed as a senior staff. I was given a job that fits like a glove with my personality. The lessons I learnt under Pastor Nkechi came in handy quite often. I have been getting recommendations every other month from my department and the department where I am posted. Normally, we are posted to a new department every two months, but the department where I was initially posted refused to release me, citing that they have not had it this good in a very long while. I am gradually being moved into supervisory roles, all within eight months of working there. Knowing the way I used to be, I dare to say that some of these things wouldn’t have been possible if not for that life-defining meeting with Pastor Kech. I had learnt a long time ago to sow seeds into the life of the people God put over me. My harvest came in the form of one word of advice from my pastor which has, as it were, transformed my life. I am a better person today. I have a job that fits me. I get a lot of testimonies from people on how my work touched their lives. My husband is happy that I have finally got the kind of job he has preached to me about for ten years. I am fulfilled knowing that God never abandoned me and that I am relevant in His scheme of things. God takes all the glory for what He has done in and for me. Thank you, Pastor Kech, for that meeting and the way you keep pouring yourself into this ministry. God who called you will reward you richly. Thank you all.

My wife and I have been married for over two years, and I was not disposed to having children immediately. However, my wife wanted to. When we were ready to have children, it seemed there was a delay.We had even started preliminary tests to confirm everything was okay.During the last Hallelujah Week of 2019, Pastor Kech asked couples who had been married for years and do not yet have children to give a shout to God as babies are scattering in TCC. We did in great excitement and faith.My wife informed me that she was pregnant.We were happy because we had other outstanding tests to be done, but they were now cancelled because of the good news.During the last Carpenter’s Place Live (Our Testimony Service) of 2019, my wife was bleeding.Well, I didn’t take it to heart because I was sure how our baby was conceived. A dear sister called me to ask if we were concerned, and my response to her was that I wasn’t careful in this regard. I spoke to my wife and told her to remain calm, that our baby was going to be born perfect. However, she went for a scan which showed a threatened abortion. Again, we were not worried because every morning, as we left the house, we always saw our testimony bulletin listing our miracles on our doorpost.The pregnancy was smooth with not a single complication of any sort.On the evening of July 20th, 2020, my wife complained of some pains and I joined her in bed to keep her company while calling up my FOG (Family Outreach Group) members to know how they were faring. On attempting to get up to ease herself, my wife noticed the bed was wet. We were not expecting our baby at this time. We still had a few weeks to go, but we proceeded to the clinic as advised by a renowned Professor of neonatology in church.My wife was admitted for observation and she urged me to go home as I need to be at work the next day. However, at past 11:00 p.m., she made a frantic call that I come back with the packed suitcases for the baby and herself.I quickly drove to the hospital and before I could go up the stairs and come down, which was less than five minutes, I heard the cry of Chimkasi Sozo Asika. Later on, my wife told me the nurses were amazed it was her first pregnancy because, at first check, she had already 10cm dilated.It is worthy of note to say that our presiding pastor, Pastor Nkechi (Mrs.) stayed awake with us till our baby was born, although I had protested. For this, we are grateful.A week later, our baby was diagnosed with jaundice; this period was really a trying one for us. However, through the strength of God, prayers of friends and family, the medical team, and our delectable Pastor Kech, our baby was discharged three days later. She has continued to grow in leaps and bounds.We give God all the glory.

On Friday, 20th November 2020, at about 6:45 a.m., we had just dropped off my husband at a park and heading back to get on with the day’s activities. We made a turn, got to an intersection, and stopped to give way to vehicles from the other side of the road. A few minutes later, it was quite a shock realising that our car had just been hit. I was still trying to comprehend what had just happened. Within seconds, the vehicle which had hit our car, a sewage truck, continued driving right against ours scraping my side of the car as it went. It eventually came to a halt some meters ahead. What struck me was the fact that I had my two children behind and yet with the impact, I neither heard a sound nor a word from them. I sat in the car frozen with two major thoughts running through my head: “What had just happened? Why was the car so quiet?” The quietness in the car was so loud, yet I found myself unable to turn around. With onlookers beckoning to me, I eventually moved the car to the kerb. As I parked the car, I heard their first words following the incident. Simultaneously, they both asked, “Mummy, what happened?”. At that moment, I quickly turned around assessing them to see that they were okay. They were fine, we were all fine and there was not a scratch whatsoever, though I was visibly shaken. Realising I couldn’t get down through my door, I had to go through the front passenger’s door. On seeing the damage that had been done: a torn tyre, a broken bumper, two doors somewhat torn, and a broken side mirror amongst a few other things. I immediately realized that God was with us and I began to praise Him. Psalm 121:8 says that the Lord preserves our going out and our coming in. The driver of the sewage truck explained that he tried to apply his brake and found out that he couldn’t. So, in avoiding the street lights on his left he ran into us. Eyewitnesses, passers-by, and onlookers were amazed to see that my second daughter was fast asleep. “Dis pikin dey sleep inside this kain tin”, was what we kept hearing. Like Pastor said to me Jesus was there with us! He gave the children peace in the midst of the storm! Perhaps if they had screamed, it may have destabilized me, maybe causing my foot to let go of the brake. Psalm 121:3 says, “He will not let your foot be moved; he who keeps you will not slumber”. God literally did not let my foot be moved. I thank God for this mighty deliverance for my family and me. I thank God for Pastor Kech, Pastor Sola, the assistant pastors, and the undiluted Word that is preached here. I also thank God for the TC Cubs’ leadership and teachers. We will continually declare Psalm 91, “…For He gives His angels charge over us…”. Surely God’s goodness and mercy shall follow us all the days of our lives and we will dwell in His house forever. Amen!