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My name is Tunde, but everyone calls me Ajinde. I died at the age of five and came back to life after two days. My mother told the doctor that God said I would be great, so she knew I could not die then. After falling from my sister’s back and hitting my head on a stone, I died on impact. The hospital declared me dead on arrival. My mother took me to a local doctor, who treated my injuries and was trying to convince her that her son was dead. However, she said no because God showed her the destiny of her child. It was impossible for him to die. My body didn’t grow stiff, and the local doctor saw that there might indeed be hope. On the second night of my death, the local doctor was making portions around 2 a.m. when he heard me mumble something faintly, “ehn.” He jumped, and I repeated “mo fe jeun.” He screamed at the top of his lungs and started shouting repeatedly, “Ajinde!”
My mum, who had taken camp in his house, ran into his medicine room, grabbed me, and cried praises to God in our native language. She brought pap for me to drink, as I had requested food immediately after I woke up. This is the story I grew up with. The Lord gave my mum a Word at my birth, and that Word didn’t allow me to die.
Contrary to everyone’s thoughts, I wasn’t called to the Pulpit Ministry, but to set up a global Christian Bank that allows for no corruption and one that funds missionary assignments across the world. People tried talking me into being a Pastor, but I was sure of my calling. The problem was that I was a cashier for 10 years. I had steady growth when I entered the banking industry at 28. In five years, I became an account officer, managing high-profile accounts. One day, I noticed a suspicious transaction and stopped a politician from illegally transferring looted funds to a dummy account. He was investigated by the Financial Crimes Squad, but he got out without a charge, and he swore to ruin my career. My boss, who had come to love my work, made me a cashier instead of firing me. I tried getting another job, but I was blacklisted, and I couldn’t get another job in the finance industry.
Ten years passed quickly, but I remained in the same spot. My family advised me to get another job or change my career entirely, but the last time I checked with God, He hadn’t changed His Word. I was still to set up a Global Bank for the Kingdom of God. Yes, I am a 43-year-old cashier with no proof of quality experience, but His Word remains the same. My wife believes I am mad, but she has remained with me in these trying times. I started a side job as a consultant to businesses to provide more money for my family, but I couldn’t resign from the bank. God speaks to me, and He hasn’t told me otherwise.
My consultation services involve me helping set up small businesses, building strategic plans, and revenue growth opportunities. This consultation runs only on Saturdays, as I have to work 8 to 5 daily at the bank. On one of such consultations, I helped a young man revive his dead business, and in six months, he got a partnership outside the country. He was so grateful that he referred me to his global partners, and they offered me a job to be their business developer, and my monthly pay was to be in foreign currencies. I went to God so excited; this must be it, the job to get me global, but God said no. It would take me out of His Will. I turned down the offer in tears. I told them my life goal was to set up a global bank that funds select organizations, but I didn’t give them full details on it being a Christian bank. They were interested in investing and asked for my banking experience. My 13 years of experience were nothing to write home about. They withdrew their offer, and I returned to being a cashier. I was broken, and I wanted to quit. God couldn’t be this cruel. This was definitely too much for me.
At 2:00 a.m. that night, my old mother called me. I picked up, concerned about why she would be calling me at this time. She cried out “Ajinde” three times, and I broke down in tears. As she had done a million times before, she reminded me of the word the Lord gave her at my birth—the same word I grew to receive from the Lord. She reminded me of my death and how, at 2:00 a.m. on a morning like this, I came back to life. She said the Lord told her I was tired and that I should not be weary in my calling. She ended the call without my saying a word, only my soft sobbing. I resolved to stand by His promises. Abraham waited 25 years at the peak of his life. Not one word of God is capable of failing. God spoke the earth into being. This means that any promise He makes already exists. Time is the only factor. I will stand strong. I will build capacity. The next opportunity I get will not meet me without experience.
I spent the next 10 years of my life still as a cashier, but I built a very high-profile business development organization. I started running online night consultations. I focused on building their revenue and strengthening their financial system. It became a very popular organization, bringing in millions. I had a staff strength of 10 people working wonders, but I was still a cashier. I never missed one day of work, and I never used office time for my personal business. I just kept building my capacity to own a bank. I started sending out requests for foreign investors. My inability to grow in my 23 years at the bank was a red flag for them.
After I turned 53, I got a mail from an individual whom God told 20 years ago that there was someone he must support financially to start up a bank. He was a billionaire, a Christian, and the owner of a tech company. He said he searched for me all these years, only to find a 53-year-old cashier. He was convinced he had heard wrong. God told him to look further, so he dug deep and found out why and how I was blacklisted. He saw the capacity I had built through my own organization and decided to partner with God.
He, a total stranger, vouched for me with a bank outside the country and got me a job as an account officer. At first, it seemed like a dream, and I thought it might be a scam or that I was just chatting with a “yahoo boy” from my village. However, he came to the country to look for me personally and gave me my employment letter, saying that I needed banking experience to set up a Global Bank. I relocated my family and worked with the foreign bank for five years, eventually becoming the manager of a branch. And at age 59, I caught up with the promise that had already been fulfilled before I was born, because when God promises something, it already exists, and we just have to catch up with it.
Investments were made, and the Global Christian Bank was set up, allowing for easy transactions across the world. After 10 years, this bank became the source of funding for 3 million missionary assignments across the globe, as well as a fund for growing churches and providing grants for Kingdom assignments.
My name is Ajinde, and I came back from the dead to catch up to God’s promises.
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