December, 19, 2024 will remain ever green in the life of Brother Michael who was sentenced to a seven-year imprisonment in Gambia. Four years into his imprisonment, God of Chosen visited and set him free from prison. Who can lay any charges against God’s elect?
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His Testimony:
MY name is Brother Michael Uchechukwu. My heart is full of joy seeing myself standing in this podium. I have never stood in a podium like this before, especially the podium of God of Chosen. Brethren, God of Chosen did a wonderful thing for me, which l cannot hide and that prompted this testimony.
I was jailed seven years ago with three of my men in Banjul (Gambia) and while I was sleeping with the apron l bought from Chosen in 2013, when l was invited to Mgbidi Crusade. Although, the apron has faded and the write-up no longer readable, l still wore it even when l was not born-again. The message l heard at Mgbidi was the whole truth and nothing, but the truth. I moved around with the apron, even when l was convicted; I went to prison with it.

We were convicted for seven years in August 2020 and while in jail, we, Nigerians, decided to start a small business to sustain ourselves and not rely on government food. In the prison, l was addressed as Chosen Nigger because l was always in my apron. In the night, I would spread the apron on my foam and sleep on it.
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On the eve of Dec, 19, 2024, I was sleeping at night, all lights were switched off and once this happened it would not be on again till the next day; so, we had had enough of light for that day. And at about mid-night, a voice called me ‘Michael Uchechukwu;’ l heard the voice clearly, it was not the voice of G.O., but when l turned to find out who was calling me, lo and behold, it was our G.O. that l saw standing behind me. He was wearing his apron, with the inscription: ‘Only God Can Do This.’

He said to me: “Promise God that you will not go back to your old ways and God will set you free.” I replied that l would not go back, then he said, “it is done,” and disappeared. Usually every morning, the warders would come, open the gates and we would line up, while they take the roll-call, we would brush, take our bath and breakfast, and continue to stay indoors. But that fateful morning after the angel of our G.O. visited me, we did not engage in our usual routine, rather, l was called and taken to court. Other in-mates were afraid, thinking another case has been filed against me, but the dream l had the previous night flashed in my heart; so, I said, could this be real?

Eventually, we got to court where l met the same judge that sentenced me. After he had presided over seven other cases, he called for the eighth, which was mine. I entered the dock, but the judge did not ask me anything, he just looked up and down; then said: “You are acquitted and discharged!” P-r-a-i-s-e! The Lord!

l was taken back to the prison and the document that stated that I have been set free duly prepared and handed over to me. God of Chosen is ever great. May His name be glorified in Jesus’ name, amen! I thank God for keeping me alive and making me come back to Him. I was a Nigger, drug-addict, drug peddler, a bad boy, illuminati, among others, but God bypassed all these to restore me. May His name be glorified in Jesus’ name, amen! I thank God for the life of our G.O., a true servant of God. May God grant us the grace to make heaven at last in Jesus’ name… amen!
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