How Everyone in My Secondary School Gave Their Lives To Christ, 7 Colombs Style

I went to Faith Academy, it’s a very very christian secondary school and we had a lot of spiritual activities. In fact our general assembly was church + national anthem + announcements. On Sundays, services were at Faith Tabernacle and in the evenings we’d have another in school. We just called those evening services “spiro.”

During one spiro in Js2, if I remember correctly, our chaplain invited some students from the Covenant University chaplaincy. Spiro was usually an hour and a half, then we would go for dinner. That evening’s spiro went a a little longer than usual.

I remember sleeping throughout most of the sermon. Periodically, my sleep would be interrupted by someone crying or sobbing around me. I’d wake up and and look around for school prefects that wanted to catch people like me. I’d then assume a new sleeping position for maximum comfort. Normally, I never slept during school functions, but that day I did.

I remember properly waking up towards the end of the sermon. I could immediately tell that the preacher was describing hell. A few moments later, after all the sleep had cleared from my brain, I could tell he was talking about 7 people from Colombia who had a vision of hell. It now made sense why people were crying. It must have been a very emotional sermon.

Shortly after I’d processed the sermon, the CU Student/preacher asked everyone to stand up. I think we sang a few worship songs, I am not quite sure. He then asked everyone who wanted to give their lives to Christ to kneel down.

Faith Academy at the time was about 1,700 students. In a few minutes after the altar call was made, there weren’t up to a 100 people left standing. I’d never felt so tall in my entire life.

Don’t get it twisted, I’d done my fair share of repeatedly giving my life to Christ in my Js 1, ever since then I’ve been focused on building my faith no matter how much I stumbled and I have…alot.

I looked to the SS2 and SS3 sections of the hall and saw all my seniors kneeling down. Even the ones that used to lead prayers in school on a normal day. I was more confused than anything but I tried to focus on my own personal life right before I’d look towards SS1 side again.

After we left that service, even people that usually ran to the dinning hall, to get the serving spoons, so they could oppress everyone on their table, walked civilly. Well to be honest, some walked briskly, what can I say, the flesh is weak.

The atmosphere was so pious, peaceful and polite for the next two weeks. No one was getting angry, no one was being rude and if you even tried to complain, everyone would remind you of your newly found salvation by politely yelling  “7 Colombs!” at you. The title of the sermon was after all the 7 Colombian Youths. I hated it.

I hated it not because everyone was now saved, but because it was eerie. Seniors were now nicer-ish. They would ask for your milk, as against taking it by force. If you said no, they’d also 7 colombs you by reminding you that you’re born again and meant to love and share. Nobody made noise in class and everyone suddenly became serious with their academics, including FRIDAY NIGHTS!

Our teachers loved it. Some even tried to 7 colomb us. They had the best students in the world…for like two weeks. By the second week the 7 colombs power was beginning to fade and mahnnn did it fade.

Lets just say we went from this


to this


And the Sunday after that, we went to the dinning hall like this


And the seniors were back to asking for milk like







13 Replies to “How Everyone in My Secondary School Gave Their Lives To Christ, 7 Colombs Style”

  1. Loool!!! I remember wella!!! They sang ijoba orun to make it worse.g….I became friends with people I didn’t even like cos we knelt down together n sobbed a lot. *sigh what a day!


  2. When i saw the title, I just knew it will be this story.
    This stories never get old. I was not there but I heard the gist over and over again.


  3. Damn!!!! Js1 tinz I can never forget o. In my dorm some seniors even apologised to the juniors for ever oppressing us. we lived our lives in fear. some people even bought the book later. I remember they told us of a woman who liked vanity and got to hell. Her punishment was to spray herself with “acid in a perfume bottle” plus the fire she’s already in.


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