I decided to try the God of my late husband. My husband died in 1996 of meningitis. We had been married 7 years. He was from another tribe and a Christian. He used to pray every morning and evening and read the bible. He’d get me to read the bible too. I did it just to please him, not because I believed. After my husband died I went back to live with my family and I went back to praying my Muslim prayers 5 times a day. But now I was desperate. I decided to pray to my husband’s God. I prayed for 3 days, morning and night. I tried to remember scripture from the Bible. The only one that came to my mind was from Proverbs 2:4-5 which says to seek after God like you seek after money. I prayed to God to show me if Jesus really is His Son.

On the third night a bright light flooded my room. It was brighter than the light of a kerosene lamp. I knew Jesus was real. The next morning I prepared to go to work. I am a secretary in the local high-school. My daughter and I were outside the house ready to go. I tried to move, but found I couldn’t move my feet. They were stuck in place. And then we saw a woman. She came and dropped a bag in front of the door to our yard. I knew she was the one.

I went to work and came home at lunchtime. At 2 o’clock I went to that woman’s house. I said, “Why have you been putting excrement in front of our gate?” She denied it. I said, “I know it was you. God held me in place and made me see that it was you.” The woman started to cry. I said I forgave her and I went home. Since then, September 2001, I have followed Jesus Christ.

Almost a year later, on a Sunday in August 2002, I tried to go to the local church. Up to this point I was not attending church. I got to the gates. I was scared, scared of what my family and other Fulani would say. I turned around and came home. I didn’t go back. The next year God sent a Fulani believer to me. I had never met another Fulani who believed in Jesus. Her name is Rukiatu. One morning she came to my school to pay for her relative’s school fees. She saw me reading a Christian book. She asked me, “Do you believe?” I said, “Yes, I believe.” She said, “I believe too.”

My heart was filled with joy because I had thought I was the only Fulani who believed in Jesus. The next Sunday she took me to the Fulani church in town. I have been going there ever since. I was baptised there in 2004. My life has changed. I now seek the will of God through the Word of God. In the past I was always tired and dissatisfied because I desired money and clothes and was angry when I couldn’t get them. I said bad things about people. Now I’m not angry like before. I know God is protecting me. On Wednesday 7 September this year as I slept I heard a knock at the door. I went outside but no-one was there. I looked around my bed with a torch and found a scorpion. I got my shoe and crushed it. I believe God woke me up to protect me.

I pray that God will bless all who hear my story and your families, and that you will believe in Jesus his Son.

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