“I ENJOYED MAKING CHRISTIANS UNHAPPY”: THE STORY OF AN ISLAMIC LAWYER WHO WAS CONVERTED BY JESUS HIMSELF:
HAJIA BINTA FARUK’S CONVERSION STORY
I was born into the Muri kingdom, which is mostly Fulani. My mother, Hajia Aminat Jalingo, is of the Kutep tribe. Contrary to the Islamic tradition of multiple wives, my father married and maintained only my mother. I am the fifth of nine children. My father lived in many parts of Nigeria, serving in the Army till 1996. My mother also worked with the Nigerian Medical Corps until her retirement in 1992.
I attended the Army Children School, Ikeja Cantonment, Lagos, completed my secondary education at Government Girls’ College Enugu. I studied Mass Communication at the University of Nigeria, Nsukka (UNN). After my studies, in 1996, I worked as Programme Producer/Director with the Nigeria Television Authority (NTA), Yola. I got married on April 27, 1997 and God blessed us with a set of twin boys – Hassan and Hussain. Continue reading The Price Of Being A Christian
To all the thousands of users of http://www.phillipseteng.com blog from across the world, I want to honestly apologize for the interruption in accessing the website on the internet over two weeks now. I cherish your continuous patronage of my blog and the emails of testimonies.
The economic recession in Nigeria, my country, affected everything including online dollar payment and purchases. The change affected the domain name renewal, hence the delay in settling the bill for continuous access of the website by the general public. Thank God, the blog is now live and active again. Continue reading Promoting African Gospel Authors & Music
As I sat starring at Junior, my first son crying his eyeballs out, there was anger in my heart, hot bottled up anger. It was about 2.00 am that morning and the rest of the world outside was asleep. My wife was helpless, I could read it from her eyes, as she sat on the edge of the bed confused. Junior’s twin sister, Mary, was sound asleep and from all indications she could be less bothered about her twin brother’s wailing. The twins were only six months old! Yes, only six months in this wicked world. If only I had known Junior’s wailing was not ordinary, I probably would have been on my knees with my dear wife praying that night – asking God to deliver my son from the hands of wickedness. But I was an unbeliever – so it really didn’t matter to me at that time. You could talk about anything under the sun, but don’t mention church or Jesus Christ to me – thank you! Continue reading Don’t Mention Jesus To Me -Thank You!