07/10/2026
In 1977, I had the worst crisis of my life up to that time, when my life had no direction. One man met me on the street in Ilorin and asked me, "Where are you coming from?"
I said, "From down there."
He asked, "Where are you going?"
I said, "Up there."
I was going nowhere.
Then he asked if I could be his houseboy, and I accepted because it was the best option for me at that time. I served as his houseboy for two years, from 1977 to 1979.
Unfortunately for me, I had met my wife before then, and we had already agreed to marry. While she continued her education, I dropped out of school and was helping my master's wife fry and sell puff-puff. My wife would come home on holidays from UI (University of Ibadan) and find me frying puff-puff on the street.
I felt so sorry for her that I even advised her to go and find someone else to marry because I was completely hopeless. But she refused!
Our marriage is now 43 years old. Only last year, she called me and said, "I want to tell you something." She said some of my friends—who are still in Ilorin today—used to pull her aside and tell her in Yoruba, "Is this the person you say you want to marry? Go and look for a real human being!"
My marriage had gone over 40 years before she felt she could tell me. The reason she kept quiet all along was that she didn't want to spoil the relationship between me and my friends! Today in Ilorin, there is no such friend that I cannot employ and pay whatever salary they name—name your price!
Because of everything that happened over these 43 years, everywhere I go in this world conducting crusades across different continents, I make sure I take her along and fly her in business class to honor her!
When I was going to start preaching, I used my calling as part of my proposal to her: "I am going to be an evangelist, so think about it to make up your mind whether you can marry me." I made it clear from day one, and I have been an evangelist for 50 years now.
When I was about to enter full-time evangelistic ministry, I had no usable Bible. The one I had was falling into pieces—the pages were falling off due to overuse, and some were torn in half. I would call out a passage, and when I opened to it, half the text was gone!
She looked at me one day and said, "You say you want to be an evangelist, but you don't even have a Bible."
I said, "It's not my fault."
So she gave me her own Bible. It was her Bible I used to start my ministry!
Whenever I go into the mission field, I take her along with my three sons. I don't want to lose them to the other brand of Christianity you see on television and the internet—driven by young people coming out of school with tech skills and media noise.
The Christianity you see on television in America or Europe is not the only brand that exists! When I hold crusades in places like Tanzania, people trek 100 miles just to hear the Word of God—that is also Christianity!
Credit: Baba isaac omolehin
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