It is on 3rd March 2007 at 3:00 PM I boarded a bus to Mwanza in Tanzania for a mission of preaching the Gospel of our Lord Jesus Christ. Mwanza is the second biggest city of Tanzania. Lining up for stamping our passports at Busia border to enter Kenya, a gentlemanlooks at my passport, and said: "uuh! this is a Congolese passport, fill into the forms for transit visa. I need 20 $ from you." But I'm not going to Kenya sir, yeah I understand, you cannot enter our country without a visa he added.

Well, I never knew about this but I had no choice. I handed the $20 over to him and gave me a receipt. At 4:00 AM, we reached Sirari border entering to Tanzania. Got $50 with my

passport to comply with the regulations and at 11: 00 AM we parked in Mwanza city. Bishop Tito, who was my host came to collect me. We are closing up our 7 days crusade but let's go home and have a shower then we go for the crusade. I need to introduce you to other pastors there. There I was among many other pastors listening to one precious servant of the Lord preaching the Gospel to the crowds for almost 2 hours.

At the end of his sermon he called for people to come to Christ and those who needed prayers. To my disappointment only few people turned up. As the moderator held back the mic, he said:  Bishop Tito come and introduce your visitor to the crowds so that he can say "hello" to us. Got the mic from Bishop Tito, and said: "the big deal is not you knowing my name, it is that you have heard much about the name of the One who gives eternal life but many of you have chosen to harden their hearts. How can you hear those good words and remain indifferent?"  The next sentence that came out of my mouth was inevitably to preach Christ because of the burden of their hardness I literally felt in my heart.

In less than 2 minutes I captured everyone attention but the devil in his wickedness cut off the electricity. My voice could not reach further. I made an altar call, and 6 people came to give their lives to Christ. Christ is always a WINNER!

The next day on Monday, it was a good time for me to locate Rev Mboyi who mainly handed the invitation to come and minister to the saints. Despite the many trials of calling, his phone was off. "The name of the person you are talking about sounds purely new to me and it seems he does not live here in Mwanza otherwise I would have known him", said Bishop Tito. Anyone who would hear me speak about Rev Mboyi might have thought that I know much about here and yet I had never met him before.

How did I get and accept the invitation then? Some days ago, my friend and ministry team mate Pastor Daniel, had plans to go to Mwanza to open the branch of his church there and suggested that I go to help him set up that new work. Few days, later he received a call from a folk called Rev Mboyi from Tanzania. "I know you don't know me. I have been praying many years to the Lord to connect me to pastors from Uganda and when I was in Geita district in Tanzania, I came across on a paper where I found your contact.

I have one suggestion to make to you. Would you come over here and minister to the church of Jesus Christ"? Pastor Daniel, replied, yes I will come and God willing with another person. Rev Mboyi, made calls almost everyday reminding of his 4 days seminar and crusade he was preparing in connivance with other neighboring churches. While in the office of Pastor Daniel, his phone rings: "oh, Rev Mboyi!!! You have called at the right time, I am with Pastor Gaby that I have been telling you about. Please talk to him". When you reach Mwanza town as you come, you will need to board a ship because we are located across the lake. It sets off at 7:00.AM make sure you don't miss it. I will be at the beach waiting for you, he said. As I prayed about the invitation while in Uganda I felt a release to go.

Now here I am stuck in Mwanza, having lost the contact with my host Rev Mboyi. Bishop Tito asked me which area he said his church is located. I said, Kanyara. What, he exclaimed!!! This is very far from here. It is deep in the forest. It is 10-12 hours in the ship to get there.  Unbelievable, I said. I thought it was just few minutes or so to reach because he said it is across to the other side of the lake.  Bishop Tito said, I cannot personally advise you to go there. This is a place where you know nobody and you don't know their local language. Stay around and be busy with ministry here. I said, after all I prayed about this journey and the Lord did release me to come, if it was not His will, He wouldn't have allowed me to leave Uganda. Let me inquire from Him, what will be next.

Early in the morning at 3:00 AM on Tuesday woke up and fellowshipped with the Lord. Kindly tell me a way out, Lord I said. In His faithfulness, He spoke: "Everything is ready"!!! In the morning Bishop Tito asked me: "So, what's your point of view so far?" with a smile on my lips, I replied, I am going to Kanyara to do the work I came for. He escorted to the coast to get all the requirements.

Wednesday at 7:00 AM I was at the coast struggling among hundreds of people get the ticket. At 9:00 AM we set off and reached Kanyara 6:30 PM. Coming out of the ship, I spotted a "man of God" with a blue shirt and white collar and I smiled as I looked at him and I said. You must be Rev Mboyi, yeah, he said. He had come with an elder in a church who was kind enough to get my weighty bag full of some stuff (drinking water, clothes and shoes, etc).

We moved at a hundred meters to shop where they had left their bicycles. They took my bag, set it on the bicycle of Rev Mboyi and we walk for almost a kilometer. It is getting dark, Pastor Gaby, climb the bicycle and we ride, the brother said! But it is dark, how will you manage to ride in this tiny way?, I asked. Don't worry we shall manage!!! We met countless difficulties on the way. Needless to mention the fallings, pools of water where you are compelled to first remove your shoes then walk through the waters. Despite all these painful encounters my heart was greatly rejoicing for partaking into the high cost of spreading the Gospel of our Lord Jesus Christ. By the grace of God we reached the village where the church is at 9:PM.

Thursday in the morning at 10:00AM we started the seminar. Africa Inland Church (AIC) is one of the eldest Christian churches in Tanzania. It has got many church laws that they impose on their members to shape them for Christian values. Unfortunately these laws cannot do much where the work of the Holy Spirit is ignored. Thus, the Lord had put it on my heart to teach about the Holy Spirit and His work in the life of a Christian. As I surrendered the session to the Holy Spirit in a song of worship, the Holy Spirit began to work in the lives of some saints and all were at amazement as they watched those saints falling under the power of the Holy Spirit speaking in new tongues. I opened my mouth and I began to teach about the one I love so much.

The next day, the church was full to the maximum. As I moved on, I began to sense some religious pastors who were participating in the seminar resisting the Holy Spirit. Good enough my host trusted in the Lord and he knew that whatever I will speak it is what the Lord wanted them to know.

On Friday night I was attacked by evil forces of witches. As I woke up at 2:00AM the Holy Spirit was more than ready to help me win the battle. I wrestled against the powers of darkness from hence forth up to 6:00AM. In my nap, the Lord gave me a dream and showed me when we had entered in the house of a powerful sorcerer from our home village.  As he came everyone was running to hid. As I stood to glance at him, he took a stone and threw it at me but it never reached me. I took one stone and threw it at him. It knocked his forefront and fell down. I took another one, threw it and hit the stomach and intestines came out. Oh, my enemy was finished!!! Praise Jesus!!! Since then my nights were peaceful.

On Saturday, on the crusade more people came to Christ. On Sunday, it was our final day. It was the day when I laid my hands on the saints to be baptized with the Holy Spirit. Saints were delivered from demons, slain by the power of the Holy Spirit, crying tears etc. I saw the fear of the Lord upon the face of the congregation that day. On the crusade that evening the number of the number of people that came to Christ almost doubled. There is so sick person whom I laid my

hands upon that the Lord didn't heal at the spot

On Monday in the morning I was getting ready to come back to Mwanza but Rev Mboyi had told me that there is a lady who is a member of his church and who has been sick for a long time who needed prayers. This lady has been suffering since 1982. She had stomach pain and in her left side. She told me that she has been to several hospitals but she had never experienced any change. I asked her if she believed that Jesus can heal her she said yes.

I told her that no demon can stand in the presence of the Holy Spirit. In few seconds the Holy Spirit dropped a Swahili song of worship in my mind. I asked the wife of the pastor to lead us in the song. As we sing the song, the anointing of the Holy Spirit came on her and she began to go through deliverance by vomiting. I paused for a moment. The Holy Spirit said there was still some work to do.  I asked her, how do you feel? She told me the pain has left my arm, leg, shoulder and stomach but there are some stuff remaining in the chest and they are bothering me. The Holy Spirit flashed another song into my mind, we sang it and before we finished I went near her, rebuked all the devils and she was completely set free. In the afternoon two bicycles were ready to take me to the beach to board the ferry back to Mwanza. Tuesday in the morning at 7:00 we reached Mwanza.

On Wednesday I boarded a coach back to Kampala. At the border of Kenya, unexpected trouble began. As I handed over my passport to the immigration officer, he said: you are a Congolese, yes sir, I replied. Fill into this form and bring $20 for transit visa. I sincerely was ignorant about this. I told him, but I am only going back. I paid the $20 when I entered. He told me, it is not like that! You pay $20 every time you enter. At this time I had no single coin with me. I had landed the extra money I had to Bishop Tito who was my host in Mwanza before I left to the village. But when I came back he was unable to pay it back. This fellow pastor was going through fire according to my discernment.

Since I could afford the ticket back to Kampala, some biscuits and water I didn't bother about the rest moreover the journey was during the night. I pleaded the officers to bear with my ignorance and help stamp my passport for free but they categorically refused. They recommended that I go back to Mwanza. By now it is quite impossible because I shall be required to pay $50 to enter again, I said. In the bus I didn't know anyone who could borrow me the $20 and pay him back when in Kampala.

When the bus was about to leave, they said, ok! We are leaving you to enter but we are not stamping your passport and we urge you, please take your passport and do not make any other suggestion. I took my passport and climbed the bus. Logically I had entered illegally Kenya. We reached a check point where the police check up passports for visa.

As the bus stopped the police ordered the conductor to open the boots of the bus. One of the policemen came into the bus, looked around and went back. Then they ordered the bus to go. Wow! It was the Lord at work. But on the way through, I knew that there still a great challenge at Busia border (border to exit Kenya and enter Uganda). As I was praying to the Lord asking Him to do something, the Holy Spirit flashed a vision in front of me, I was immigration officers at the Busia border and I had them saying: "this one we know him, let him pass." My inner man was strengthened from hence forth.

We reached Busia border at 3:00AM. When I set my feet on the ground, I experienced great anointing of the Holy Spirit upon me. It was the Lord assuring me that He has the situation under control. We began to line up for the visa. Some folks ahead of me got their passports stamped without questions and others were submitted to questions.

My time came. I handed the form along with my passport to the officer. He opened the passport and took some good time carefully probing it. Suddenly I saw him lifting his hand off the table and thought by the mercy of God he was taking the stamp to stamp my passport but his hand did nothing other than cupping on his mouth as he sneezed. He took my passport and threw it into the table drawer.

Then he stared at me with a severe look and fished me out of his sight. I stayed aside until all the people (about 100) from two buses were served. At this moment I knew inevitably the bus is going to leave me. I gave Pastor Gideon a call to get ready and bring me the $20 for I knew even if they released me that was compulsory. The immigration officer called me in. He told me pay $50. I don't have money sir, I said. Then I am sending you to court and explain how you are illegal in Kenya, he said. His colleague told me to sit down.

Another immigration officer, a lady, took my passport and checked it up and said: pay the $20 for transit visa. I said the problem is that I don't have money with me now because if I had it I wouldn't have entered without paying it. In addition to this I never knew that I am required to pay it when coming back. She kept quiet. I looked outside and there were lines of people who have just arrived at the border ready with their passports to be stamped.

At 5:00 AM, the lady looked at me and she asked me. What job do you do? I told her that I am a Pastor. What, she exclaimed! I am just coming from very far where I had meetings in Tanzania. She asked me, what did you preach about? I preached about the Holy Spirit, I replied. What is the work of the Holy Spirit in the life of a Christian, she asked me. I began to teach her. At this time everyone is paying attention to my words.  The lady sent for tea and we drank all. We began to have a friendly conversation of these officers.

The lady asked me how I came to be born again. I told them my story and they all picked interested in my experience. Then the lady told me, Pastor I'm sorry for what has happened to you. You have been embarrassed because you never took with you extra money when you traveled.

Then she said, do you know anyone around who can help you with the $20. I told her the person is in Kampala. By then Pastor Gideon was in the bus coming to Busia. She called him and he confirmed to her he was coming. Around 8: 30 AM a new team of immigration officers came to replace the night team. Before the lady left, she introduced my case to one of them and recommended that they serve me as soon as my colleague brings the money. Then she took 500 Kenyan Shillings ($7) and said: "Pastor, take this and you buy tea and KEEP PREACHING THE WORD".

Pastor Gideon arrived at 11:00 AM and immediately I was served. The Lord is more than Faithful to fulfill His word even at the first what we see seems to be different from what He said. The glory goes back to my Christ Jesus He keeps His word: "I will be always with you up to the end of the world".

I have never had a blessed mission like this. It has been so reviving and has transformed my life. Thanks for all your prayers.

Pastor Gaby K. Ndagano

P.O. Box 28225

Kampala   Uganda

Tel: +256-712-625577

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