I come from a family with no musical inclinations.As my mother
was seeking the Lord for my healing, she fell that the Lord leading
her to encourage me in learning to play a stringed instrument
believing that it would do some good to restoring and soothing my

Another reason was to occupy me so that I will not be out
of the house hanging out with the gang on the street. Little did she
know then that I would gel so obsessed that I would spend time till
the early hours of each day playing my guitar! She found a music
shop and asked the man there to make a violin for me.

Back then in the 70’s, western musical instruments were hard to come by and expensive and so the only resort was to get it custom made
locally. So she paid up the money necessary but there seemed to
be no sign of any violin. Finally after much persuasion, he offered
to make me a guitar. This is how I landed up as a guitarist! Definitely
not by choice.

My mother found a music tutor to teach me to play the guitar. We
didn’t have a music system at home and I used to listen to music
that would spill over from neighbours’ homes and started strumming
along. Nevertheless I was determined to pour in all my energies
into playing the guitar.


With the help of some friends and intense practicing, within a
months time I was playing with a pro band regularly at local social
functions and parties. We lived in a single bedroom apartment. So
I used to play the bass guitar without amp and speakers by holding
it close to my chest and feeling the vibrations as I played it to avoid
disturbing anyone. I got used to sitting up at night doing this in the
dark while my parents were fast asleep. The other thing was that
since I did not own even a cassette player or have any music to
listen to, I started creating my own music.

Six months after I learnt to play the guitar, I was called to play the
bass guitar with two bands. These guys were my dad’s
contemporaries or older and they played the saxophone and
keyboards. Their repertoire of songs was timeless classics and I
learnt to play all these songs by ear – I hadn’t learned to read
sheet music then. As a 14 year old it was a great feeling to see my
friends come to hear me play with guys who were 30 years elder
to me. My evenings after school would consist of jamming with the
band and hanging out with different groups of friends before finally
heading home at 4 am.


I started a Youth Fellowship at my home on Fridays. I invited known
preachers to come and share God’s Word to us. I invited a number
of young people to attend these meetings. Soon this group grew
and we would meet on Friday, Saturday and Sunday evenings!
This was the training ground for my ministry. Through this group
came together the members of my band ‘ABDA’. We used to go
and perform at evangelistic outreaches, prayer meetings,
institutions and wherever we were called.

It was during this time that I first started composing music. One of
my first songs was “Blind Man” for which I got the lyrics after seeing a Jenson & Nicholson ad hoarding while traveling on a city bus. As the words came to me, so did the music. When people heard this number, they were deeply touched by the lyrics. Thus the Holy Spirit started giving me song after song – music, lyrics and all.

Before I came to the Lord I was not a singer but it is really amazing
how the Lord gave me this spiritual gift of writing and singing new
songs. Praise His Holy Name!


When I was 19 years old I came back to the Lord as a backslider.
I started a youth fellowship on every Friday evening in my home and I would just share what I learnt in my quiet time and so would others. At the age of 23, I stepped into full time ministry as an Evangelist.

( To read my whole story kindly read “MORE THAN FAITHFUL”)

On one of my trips to South East Asia, someone had arranged for
me to preach at a church because the preacher who was supposed to preach didn’t turn up and I made my way there. When I got there, the pastor of the church seeing my youthful appearance asked me to present my credentials. He enquired whether I was married or whether I had a church or a degree in Theology and so on. I told him that I lacked proper credentials, was single, did not own anything but the only thing I was sure of was that when I go to preach, I know that the Lord will put into my heart what He wants His people to hear. This reply didn’t quite satisfy the pastor and he let me take the pulpit with obvious reluctance. I surrendered myself to the Lord to be used as His humble instrument and proceeded to share what the Lord had burdened me to speak about. Halfway through my message I glanced down at the front row to where this pastor was seated to see him weeping. I thought I had offended him in some way. At the close of the service, this pastor thanked me and told me that the Lord had revealed Himself in a very special way. Praise be to God!