Christianity Is A Fake Thing – Prophet Iginla
Bro Joshua Iginla led Champions Royal Assembly clock 10 this month and in this interview the philanthropic but fiery prophet opened up on his travails and grass to grace story. How it all began My conversion began at the city of Jos. It was very strong because I’m from a muslim background and my father’s name is Lasisi Disu Iginla and everyone of us from my elder sister to the last were all Muslims.
We have names like Radiatu, Abdul lameed, Abdul Lasisi, Bilikatu, Risikatu, Abdulfatai etc Parents reaction to your conversion My conversion didn’t go well with my father because he was not happy about it. Then I lost a lot of friends because I was a very stubborn barrack boy and some of them made jest of me saying In few days, I’ll return to my senses. But my father rejected me outrightly. I could remember that he threw me out of the house in the middle of the night. It was a painful experience, curses were laid on me and I was treated like an out cast. My journey to glory was painful.
Infact, my father’s mind set and was that as time goes on, probably I will become a Mallam like the rest them. Bro Joshua Iginla The night I came back with the bible i thought my father didn’t see me not knowing he had actually discussed with my other siblings and told them I went to church . He was angry. First of all, what he did was to drag me in, used the military belt to beat me up and broke my head, I was bleeding and he chased me out of the house.
It was very painful. I remembered my father disowned me and called me a bastard and a disgrace. Then there was a pastor who encourages me. He used to come to fellowship to minister. That night, I think around 12, I had to run down to see him in order to be encouraged and to squat with him. I knocked the door, he came out and I narrated all the story and he also saw me bleeding. He just told me he knows how wicked my father was and he doesn’t think he can allow me stay in his house because he doesn’t want to be locked up.
I begged him to please allow me, he slammed the door and ordered me to go, I felt depressed. I remembered leaving the house of that pastor crying, my pain was not what my father did to me but what this pastor did to me. If a man of God can get to this height of treating a new convert this way, then Christianity is a fake thing and I remember the Holy Spirit encouraged me that night… Mum’s reaction You know the power of a man over his wife. My mum was always supporting my father, saying I should listen to whatever my father is saying.
But she wept the night I was leaving. You know mothers are precious, they don’t want to Lose their son but she was behind my father. She was just saying I should adjust and renounce this thing and whatever my father says is what I should do. I could remember I went to Ekwa Primary school to sleep in one of the classes and there were vigilante groups there.
In the quest to sleep there, they thought I was a thief, they followed me and wanted to shoot me. I started screaming that I was not a thief which prompted them to ask me what I was doing there. Before that, a dog harassed me and almost bit me. I explained to them and they told me that the place isn’t too good. I was taken to a class where they were all staying and asked me to find my level the next day.
After that night, I squatted with one of them, the one that actually cocked the gun and he said because he’s an elderly man, he will see how he can follow me to my father and I stayed with him for two weeks. After that we had issues, he said he can’t accommodate me anymore until I take him to my father. When the pressure became very much, two of them followed me to beg my father but he insisted that there’s no way.
That journey led me to one of the fellowship member, late Ibrahim Baka. He’s one of those that helped me before the freedom for all nation scholarship came up. The persecution lasted for more than three years. When everything was down and things became rough and I had issues of going back to my father’s house, I met my sister on Jan 19 that year,. She was half dead and my mother was in tears .
The experience of the conversion was very strong and I told them that if they believe in Jesus, he can do this, I came back home after many years and met that scene and my mother told me to do anything I can do just to revive my sister. My father was sitting down and people were there trying to pacify him. I laid my hands on my sister and God revived her and brought her to life. That became a scene of great miracle.
It brought a revolution to the whole family and the conversion of my father, mother and the acceptance of my faith. On that junction, my father was posted to odogbo barrack in ibadan. When we got to odogbo barrack, the quest to start a ministry came up clear and we started like a joke. I started a ministry in Ibadan. It was a painful and bitter experience. The burden for the ministry started in ibadan and that’s where we started. We started in the army day secondary school in the barrack and we started with ‘atmosphere of power’. It was like an interdenominational ministry, it wasn’t really a church. We were using a class room and people from the barrack gathered. We started a fellowship which comes up every Saturday by 3pm.