My story begins the day I was born at 5:32am in Jinja, Uganda, on July 30th, 1979. My mother and father were not married because her parents were Anglican Protestants and forbade her to marry a Muslim man who already had many wives.

Because of the religious differences between my father and the parents of my mother, my mother never got a chance to marry my father and so from the day she conceived me till my birth and even there after I spent my early childhood years with my maternal parents.

The Lord has kept my father alive to this day and he still remains a devout Muslim.

My mother later went and married another man but that man gave her instructions never to go to his home with children born with another man and so my foundation had to be with my maternal grandparents. My grandfather was a herdsman and a traditional African farmer while my grandmother was a house wife and a farmer.

They believed in their culture and tradition and had little knowledge about God. My grandfather had some heads of cattle and goats which I helped him feed whenever he went to care for them. While in the bush, I learned to hunt using a catapult to kill wild birds which we ate after roasting them.

We had a lot of milk at home and food was always plentiful. We often woke up very early in the morning, and worked hard hoeing in the garden.

Back home in the house we slept on backcloth and covered ourselves using backcloth because blankets and mattresses were only for the wealthy. We never dreamed of sleeping on a mattress or having other fine things . I never had a shoe on my foot until I was 17 years old.

Whenever I was sick my grandma would look for herbs in the bush and treat me. Hospitals were hundreds of kilometers away and only the rich could afford them. I thank the Lord for giving me health and strength during my growing up years and for the healing herbs my grandmother provided me when I was ill.

When I was around ten years old, I was taken to a nearby school to begin studies. My uncle took me and bought books for me . I was only able to go for one term and then in my second term, I left school to start working for myself. I grew maize and when it was ready I sold it and got back to learning at school.

Every day, I came home from school early enough so that I could do some gardening work in the evening before bed and then I would get up very early in the morning and get back to school. During that time, I was practicing Islam which was the religion of my father. I knew very little Arabic.

I was able to study up to finishing primary seven and I joined secondary school. I started getting introduced to modern life. We had a number of subjects that we were doing in secondary school which included religious education. I often visited the mosque, but I felt empty going there. I was longing for more.

My heart was lacking something. I felt small and insecure. I always longed for something I did not know. I was very much aware that there was hell but I was not sure of the way to heaven. While in secondary school, the subject I loved most was Christian Religious Education. The teacher who used to teach us was born again and whenever he stood before us to teach, I wanted him to never stop.

He always explained the man Jesus and within one month I had lost interest in the mosque and I stopped going there. A friend of mine and a classmate who was born again lent me his bible which took home with me. Every night, I read the bible. I couldn’t get enough learning about the God Man Jesus. He was so amazing. I was convinced. Jesus was the right person and true and only God but I did not know how to receive him but this I did know, I was going to run away from Islam.

One day a friend of mine by the names of Ronald who was born again asked me to attend their church on Sunday and I accepted. Early Sunday morning I was in church.

Whatever was happening in that church was amazing. People had a lot of love and care which I thought was just fake or a pretense. I was welcomed, and then sat down and they started praising Jesus with songs and people were bubbling with funny unknown tongues. I was surprised.

But I was calm. They invited the preacher who taught so well but right in middle of the teaching, he gave a word of revelation and it happened. He started prophesying and revealing secrets and casting demons and I was so shocked. People spoke in tongues and were slain in the Spirit and received an anointing and fell flat.

I was shaking and afraid of everything happening around me. Before they could ask who was ready to give his life to the Lord my hand was already up and I went in front and I received the gift of salvation. But my zeal was intense so much so that I wanted to be used of God like the man who preached on that day. I made up my mind to never to go back to the mosque and I kept my promise.

I was so hungry and zealous of the Lord that I immediately joined the choir and worship team and was the work of ushering. Ours was a mud-walled grass thatched church structure and every Saturday we used to smear the floor with cow dung and that was always my work. I loved Jesus so much that I wanted to do the very best for him and was very careful in my walk with the Lord and my journey was a great longing to see the Lord.

By the special grace of God, I was able to study up to high school and I finished very well. During my time at school I led scripture union clubs and the good Lord used me so mightily do conduct powerful revival meetings in these schools like never before. I never stopped doing odd jobs to earn money to help with my school costs. I worked for rich people in town, washing cars and working on building construction sites.

I was always willing to do any work as long as it would support me to live and study. I had lots of challenges but God availed me with grace. Back home when my grandparents knew that I was born again, they sent me packing and I was left with no alternative but to leave their home and move on with life as the Lord led me. None of my family members ever wanted to know anything about me.

They hated me so much that the news spread all over and I was always afraid but I could not renounce my faith because I had seen great things in church and I knew the truth and I would never turn back to my old ways. When my family left me, I learned how to depend on God. The bible became a great companion and I read it all the time and I was greatly encouraged.

During that time, I would wake up in the night and concentrate on reading the bible till morning. Since I had no one behind me, I trusted God so much for the safety of my life daily. It was all about God and nothing else. I deepened my life into prayer and fasting and every day the Lord was so sweet to me like never before.

Our church was a typical rural village church and our pastor was a loving and caring man of God who always encouraged me to stand strong and always prophesied into my life of a bright future. The only challenge he had was that he was not educated and was living in very poor conditions with his family.

I loved him with all my life and he meant a lot to me. He still lives today but he is very old. He prays for me and is a big part of my spiritual life. I love him so much because he had the true living word in himself and he revealed the love of Christ to me. He would sit down on the floor and teach me new Christian songs and we always had a walk with him in the village.

After finishing high school, I attended Makerere University for a degree of Bachelor of Arts in Education. I started struggling again in how I could pay for my education and finish my degree. I was new in Kampala city and that was early 2000 in January. A friend of mine offered me accommodation in his small place.

Life at the university was very beautiful and very glorious but it was short-lived because I could not pay for my tuition. I needed a hand of support which I did not have. After one year of hard life at the university, I left it and the university would not allow me to continue with my studies anymore.

It was an embarrassing moment because during the examination time, I had to leave the university premises while my friends continued with their exams. It is one of the worst moments of my life and I don’t love to remember it. It was as though the world had come to the end and I could feel the weight of the whole world on my head. I was shamed before my fellow students and the church, and my family.

They started to treat me with interest and respect again just because I was going to the University. Now that I was done with it, forced to leave because of no money, then they abandoned me again. My heart was broken. But God had a good plan a better one for me. After my humiliating departure from the University, I entered Kampala city to struggle for my education, I joined a small new church which was near the University and I served the Lord there faithfully. In that church the Lord brought me Edith, who is now my wife.

Edith was a strong young lady serving the Lord in that church with all her heart and the best and most valuable thing about her is that she was pure. She had never known another man. Edith and I had many things in common because for her she also left school and could not go to high school because both of her parents had died and she was orphaned. Her story compels and inspires me to help the orphans.

Later in 2004 I went and officially visited her parents and I was introduced and in the same month in September 2004. I wedded her in church in Holy Marriage and I have walked with her till today and to the very end of this life. Life has also been by faith since both us were not employed.

In January 2005 while I had started seriously doing missions in rural areas, I happened to visit this village where we are right now and the whole parish village did not have a church. I preached salvation for three days and a good number of them gave their lives to the Lord Jesus Christ. But I was only a guest minister of the gospel who had just visited for mission work and I had to go back to Kampala.

There were so many new believers there was a need to take care of the people and who was going to step up to do that. I never ever wanted to leave Kampala city to live in this remote Kiroba village which was so rural and impoverished. But, the Lord spoke to my heart and told me to go and serve His people there.

I spent three months in this village discipling as I looked for someone who could pastor the people. No one wanted the job even though many were being saved and the church was becoming strong. The sister who had connected us to Kiroba village offered Edith and I a small room where I could live in the village. But she soon passed on and went to be with the Lord.

We felt the Lord wanted us to come to this remote village and help the Lord’s people. But in the village we did not have a job or any source of income. We left to go back to Kampala and only came back to Kiroba village in 2005. Everything was new and life was very difficult. To many of our friends in Kampala and the surrounding it was like a demotion and we lost many of our friends.

Later in 2011 we went through a great storm as a family and church that we were greatly tested that we decided to leave the village to look for employment in Kampala.

We left the piece of land and church and house to a certain young man and his wife and we peacefully left.

We rented a small room on the outskirts of Kampala city. In 2012 my wife Edith was able to get a job with a kindergarten and she was teaching there with little pay but it was better than nothing. I was jobless and started looking for work and I connected with a labor supply company that got me a job in the Middle East and I went to work at Dubai International Airport.

I left Uganda on 25th February for Dubai leaving my family in tears and very insecure but I had to go. My desire was that I do some work, get money, come back home and buy a piece of land, build a house and put up a small business to support my family because I was tired of a life of begging. Life in Dubai was good but I had very little pay. I was working as a loader at the airport.

I was very discouraged and in my spirit, the voice of the Lord started speaking inside me that I go back to Uganda and I go back to the Lord’s people in the village something that I did not want to do. While in Dubai every time I knelt down to pray His voice was so strong in me that I go back to the Lord’s people because His people were perishing. Soon after the Lord had made it very clear that I go back to Kiroba, I became very uncomfortable at my work.

I was receiving very little money and the Lord told me to quit and go back to my wife and children and to His people in the village I left. When I came home, I was shocked at how thin my wife was and my children too. I was scared and trusting in myself and ignored the Lord’s voice to go back to the village.

I didn’t want an impoverished life for my wife and children. But I was trusting myself and not Him. We went through so many things that I can’t share here but God is faithful and He saw us through. While back in Kampala with my family, every church I went to they were giving me prophesy after prophesy that the Lord wanted me to go back to the village. The strange thing was none of them knew my story.

The enemy played on my fears. Where would I sleep? How would I support my family? How would I begin again?
God blocked every opportunity for me to find success in Kampala. My rebellion and stubbornness to follow God’s call was real. He kept calling me from July 2012 until January 2013.

I didn’t listen until January 2013 while attending a powerful night of prayer at a certain church in Kampala city where they had invited a special guest, a prophet from Rwanda. It was that man of God who called me out of the congregation and spoke into my life telling me the Lord’s plan for me in the future and the Lord’s word that I go back to the assignment of his work back in the village.

He told me that provision will find me on duty and that he will make a great nation out of us and that he was going to bless us and expand our territory and that there will be no more tears amongst us and that he would restore us and bless who ever will bless us.

He told me to go back to the village three times and while he was speaking I remembered my journey of suffering with my family and how much I tried to be faithful and I burst into tears and I sobbed so loudly that I fell flat on the floor of the church amidst hundreds of believers. It took a long time for me to get out of it and my wife was also crying so loudly as if we had lost one of our children.

We were very tired indeed but it was the Lord’s hour. I left the floor feeling new and very much relieved. I now had a powerful determination to go back to the Lord’s people in the Kiroba village at whatever the cost. The following day I called a brother in the village and I told him to tell the brethren that I was going back to them and they were very excited. It was a day of great news for them.

In the last week of January 2013 we packed a few of our belongings and we went back to the village. Brother Richard offered us to live in his small dusty living room with my family for three weeks and the brethren provided us with some food while we started fellowship from the small mud-walled living room of sister Florence.

After three weeks one sister Joyce had a small room besides her house where she was keeping her goats chicken and she offered it to us for accommodation and we cleaned it and shifted from the house of Richard. After a month a village chief who was a great friend of mine knew that I was back and heard of my suffering and he decided to lend us a piece of land that we build a temporary structure of worship so that the Lord’s people could worship Him and pray together.

We raised up very ramshackle structure and we started attending fellowship there. He later told us to purchase the piece if we wanted to use it permanently. We then resorted to hunting for money and miraculously one day we got money to buy a 40 feet width by 140 feet length piece of land and that was one of our happiest days in life and from that day on, we started believing that everything will happen as the Lord spoke.

One day a friend of mine introduced me to Facebook and I opened up this account and since I had some knowledge about the computer, it became easy for me to connect with friends and he taught me how to post something on Facebook which I have been doing over time. Through Facebook once in a while some one is touched with a little blessing and so life moves on like that.

Later we expanded the piece of land to now 120 feet width by 220 feet length on which is built our house and the church and later recently we were able to acquire a 100 feet width by 240 feet length piece of land for the school project. With the acquisition of the two pieces of land, construction of our house, building of both church and school structures though temporary have so much changed our history in the community and among our family members.

Our vision is:

1. To win as many souls to the Lord as it may be possible and to disciple them.
2. To plant as many churches as per the grace that the good Lord Will grant.
3. To help both orphans and vulnerable children in the community by providing them with education through construction of schools. We are looking forward to registration of Emmanuel Children’s Home and building of orphanage home for our orphans.
4. To establish medical centers in the community.
5. To build a strong evangelism team with evangelism facilities to go and reach the darkest parts of the country with the gospel of our Lord Jesus Christ.
6. To build a strong prison and hospital ministry among many others. Our major focus as of now is the children’s school project, building a permanent church structure and an income generating project.

If our house is worked upon well, it can even house international. The good Lord Jesus Christ gave me the name King’s Grace Ministries Uganda few days after starting the church and since then we embrace it. The ministry has been registered with the National Bureau of Non-Government Organization with a five years’ license to be renewed after five years.

I have shared a little of our journey till today and I welcome you beloved to join us in that which was started by the Lord himself and with a great sacrifice. The Lord has been with us in every page of our journey. We love you so much and we love you indeed. The good Lord Jesus Christ bless you so much.

Amen.