I was born into a Christian family in Surulere, Lagos, Nigeria. I am privilege to be the third child and last boy with two elder brothers and a younger sister.
According to my parents, my birth was symbolic as I was born with a little bit of grey hair in a part of my head. It was said by my mum that i actually held the pair of scissors in the hand of the Doctor who delivered my mum while he was trying to cut the umbilical cord.
I was calm as a toddler always enjoyed being alone in a corner of the house but this changed as I grew older. I became rough and restless, though I was still brilliant but most people who knew me then could observe this.
It was most time written in my report card by my teachers in school that I was restless and needed to be calm and very focused. Though I was doing well in class so I wasn't really bordered but my parents were.
I was involved in church activities such as the boys brigade as my parents were very committed members in church. We attended an Orthodox Church and I can't remember us vividly missing any sunday service.
My father would organise quiz competition for my siblings and I some Sunday afternoons after which he rewarded us accordingly. We dare not forget the memory verse of Scripture that was taught at the Sunday school as we were beaten and our lunch reduced if any of us couldn't remember the memory verse or what was taught.
My father was well known in church and so asking any of our Sunday school teachers for what was taught was easy. My father passed on in October,1999 after a severe illness.
It looked like our world had ended and to some we were history as they wondered how my mum would cope with 4 Soldiers, my younger sister being classified as a male being in the midst of 3boys. I was tagged the black sheep of the family because I did things my siblings didn't do such as organising and attending parties, drinking, smoking and womanizing from my late teenage years.
I went as far as using the cash given to me by my mum to pay for (NEPA) utility bills to buy a designer T- Shirt as I didn'twant to look or be tagged inferior by my peers. It got so bad that I stopped attending church service on Sunday mornings and would rather join my friends in the neighborhood to go play basketball at the University of Lagos Sports Complex.
This became a serious concern to my mum and siblings that they talked to me severally but I wouldn't just see reasons with them. I wondered myself sometimes why I was so different from my siblings and observed I was the only child given a biblical name, my other siblings all had English first names.
During these periods, I had been to different churches for various programs, youth camp meetings inclusive but my purpose for attending wasn't to be blessed and learn about God but because I was invited by a friend or the other. This was still under peer/youthful pressure.
I got into the Higher Institution in 2001 and it was the same story, during this period I had 3 near-death incidents that would have taken my life but on each occasion, God rescued me supernaturally and speared my life. I didn't know my mum was interceding for me seriously all these while as she thought I was her only problem and I would cause her pain and disgrace.
I went into her room at different times and would find her in tears praying to God. I was almost initiated into a secret cult in the higher institution but just when I was about to be given the form to fill my mum called and asked that I return home.
On getting home, she called me into her room and told me emphatically that I would lose my life if I joined that secret society, that I was never going to come out of it. In order to make this brief, while still in the higher institution.
I believe in my final year, a childhood friend invited me to a Christ Embassy Church not too far from our house at the time. He was also invited by a friend in the neighborhood but I guess he had attended some services and was blessed and so he thought I would be blessed also.
My acceptance to attend service with my friend was the game changer, that was the day I confessed the Lordship of Jesus openly and felted a relief in my spirit after the service. I didn't miss any service after that day, I got committed and the following year 2007, I was sent out as an assistant coordinator to start a new church.
Since then, I have been ascending in glory, in my personal life and also in spiritual responsibilities. Changing destinies around the world and making many candidates of Heaven.
This is what the Holy Spirit can do in a man' life, indeed it's something more than gold. This is my Salvation Story My name is Gershom Asim-Ita.