…Before I realised it, I was unknowingly drawn into a community of homosexuals who all seemed connected. The lust I experienced was unlike anything else—demonic and overpowering. No amount of willpower could break its hold; it required divine intervention. I spent late nights scouring Telegram, Twitter, and Facebook, trying to quench this lust. For two years, I wrestled…
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The Beginning
My story begins when I was just nine years old, in Primary 2. I encountered a boy my age in a restroom who touched me inappropriately. Being naive, I didn’t object or fully understand what had happened. Looking back, I believe this was when the seed of homosexuality was sown in my life.
As I entered my early teens, technology further exposed me to immorality. I recall using an app similar to WhatsApp, which introduced me to illicit content, including homosexuality. Through this app, I connected with a man who sent me inappropriate pictures, and I, not knowing better, responded in kind. At the time, I thought I was just having fun, unaware of the terms “gay” or “homosexual.” I was simply a naive teenager caught in a dangerous web.
Deeper Entrapment
In 2018, my family moved to a new neighbourhood. Initially, everything seemed fine, but toward the end of the year, I began encountering strange men who interacted with me in ways I didn’t fully understand. One man stopped me on the road, asked for my name, and used crude terms commonly associated with homosexuality. When I asked what the terms meant, he realised my naivety and invited me to his hotel room, which I later learned was a hub for homosexual activity. Thankfully, I didn’t go, as something felt off.
Later, another man approached me, showered me with attention, and even gifted me a perfume for my birthday. This was rare for me, and I accepted it happily, thinking he was a true friend. Weeks later, he confessed his love and desire for a relationship. Shocked at first, I didn’t object, as his kindness had sown seeds of acceptance in my heart. Before I realised it, I was unknowingly drawn into a community of homosexuals who all seemed connected, engaging in immoral acts together.
Descent into Darkness
Low self-esteem from childhood struggles, failed relationships, and issues with my parents made me vulnerable. I welcomed this community as a place of belonging. I joined social media groups across various states, connecting with others who shared degrading content and arranged illicit meetups. These platforms normalised sinful behaviour, and I became deeply entangled, battling addiction to homosexual-themed pornography, identity crises, and fear of rejection.
The lust I experienced was unlike anything else—demonic and overpowering. A brother I later helped deliver described it as a stronger and more sinister form of sexual immorality. No amount of willpower could break its hold; it required divine intervention. I spent late nights scouring Telegram, Twitter, and Facebook, trying to quench this lust, but I couldn’t bring myself to fully engage in physical acts due to fear of rape or further degradation.
For two years, I wrestled with these thoughts, searching Google to satisfy my feelings. The internet often reassured me that I was just “exploring,” but deep down, I knew something was wrong. Eventually, I gave in and committed my first act of immorality with a former secondary school classmate who confessed he had always been interested in me. Despite a voice warning me not to go, I visited his apartment. Though we didn’t go all the way, I felt as though I had signed a deal with the devil. Immediately after, I was struck with severe malaria that nearly took my life. My parents were away, and no medication worked until I cried out to God for mercy. I knew this was divine discipline.
A Turning Point
That encounter opened me up to demonic oppression. My mind was consumed, and I couldn’t focus. I even considered starting a channel to post inappropriate content, but was hindered by financial constraints. Praise God for His intervention through poverty.
In the midst of this chaos, a brother from God’s Lighthouse church, Brother Chukwuemeka, reached out. He had previously worked with me on a graphic design project and invited me to church meetings, which I ignored. One day, I tuned into a link he sent and heard the pastor’s voice, but I quickly dismissed it. Though with time, I’d click on the links he’d send and listen to some messages.
Notwithstanding, our conversations about music planted a seed. I began examining the songs I listened to, particularly those by Enya. To my shock, I discovered she was a witch who layered her voice to create “angelic” sounds, using her music as an incense offering to pagan gods. I made up my mind to delete her songs from my phone, and I did. Two weeks after deleting her songs from my device and stopping listening to those songs, I was delivered from depression! I don’t know how to explain this properly, but it seemed like this deliverance came with a form of infilling of the Holy Spirit that gave me the grace to overcome depression and pain. I experienced deliverance from depression, self-hatred, rejection, pornography, and masturbation. It was astonishing how music had contributed to my bondage, and I was ignorant all the while.
After my deliverance, it felt as though a void had been created in my heart. I began to look for something to fill the void, and somehow the Holy Spirit led me to buy a Bible, which I began reading.
I had been born again several times in the past and backslidden, but around this period, April 2023, I was invited to a church group by a young man who encouraged me to go there because of my technical skills. There, I got born again ‘again’ and this time, I wanted to serve God very seriously. I began attending their meetings and working in the technical department. Unfortunately, the church did not have the discipleship structure we have here in God’s Lighthouse, where one is assigned an older Christian to take care of you (called a discipler/shepherd), taken through the Believer’s Bible School, and made to sit under the word and learn scriptures, amongst other things, so I fell off again for a short while.
Then, in June 2023, I got serious with the Lord again. I believe the Holy Spirit began to convict me and pull me to the Lord. I rededicated my life to Jesus, and that’s when my transformation began as He began to work on me.
Complete Deliverance and Transformation
Through Brother Chukwuemeka’s guidance, I began taking small steps toward freedom by obeying the things I was learning. I deleted three Facebook accounts linked to perversion, lost contact with the homosexual community, and miraculously couldn’t access my Twitter account—a warehouse of sinful connections. I also left Instagram and cut ties with negative influences. Though some reached out, I boldly declared my new identity as a born-again Christian.
In December 2023, I attended God’s Lighthouse meeting for the first time, completed the Believers Bible School crash course, got baptised, and participated in the deliverance prayers (which are prayed from Psalm 139). During these prayers, the Lord exposed the slime of homosexuality in my mind, and I got completely delivered. Initially, I denied the prophetic revelation, but when the brother directly mentioned homosexuality, I surrendered and accepted God’s deliverance.
A Heart for Others
Months later, I met a brother struggling with an identity crisis due to homosexuality. I shared my testimony, prayed with him, and encouraged him to rededicate his life to Christ. By God’s grace, he has been free for six months to a year and is growing spiritually in the Abuja church. Initially, I harboured unrighteous hatred toward those still in this lifestyle, but the Holy Spirit rebuked me, reminding me of my own salvation. This softened my heart, and I now pray for opportunities to help others escape this bondage.
I thank God for my journey, both the painful and redemptive moments, for it has equipped me to save others. My story is proof that no one is born a homosexual; it is a bondage that God can and will break if you yield to Him. I encourage anyone struggling to seek God’s mercy and grace, for He is faithful to deliver. My journey is a testament to God’s transformative power.
© GAM 2025
