History

My Background and Testimony

My name is Toluwalope Dahunsi. I was born into a Christian home. My parents took us to church from childhood. We were attending The Apostolic Church, Isale Ake, Ogun State in the 80s. We moved to our own house around those times and had to start another assembly in the Apostolic Church, Olomore, Abeokuta Ogun State Nigeria. By the help of the Holy Spirit, God gave my mum the grace to speak to a woman who owned a shop closer to where we live to ask for the possibility of using her church for service after the families who were attending the different assemblies of the Apostolic church live in the area and found out about themselves. They had a meeting to find a solution and start the assembly instead of going to a far place to worship. These families gathered together and we began worshipping there. From then on, we grew up in that environment.

We continued that journey until I got to SS1 in my secondary school. Unfortunately, I repeated SS1 due to trouble with mathematics. What the teacher was teaching wasn’t as clear as we expected, and I wasn’t talking or asking for help. I was just following through. However, repeating the class opened my understanding even more. It was during this year that I began to get closer to God. One night, I began to hear Isaiah 60:1. Every time I opened my Bible, that was the verse that came up. The more I heard it, the more I didn’t understand but I was declaring it every morning before I went to school for few days. I went to my assembly Pastor (Pastor Israel Adeniran Oriyomi) and explained to him what I had been hearing. I was only 13 years old at that time, if I remember correctly.

Before I went to him, I had already started asking questions. I remember very well sitting outside in our veranda, reading my Bible, and Isaiah 60:1 came up again. I asked the Holy Spirit questions such as, “What next? What do I do?” The next thing I heard was, “Take a bell and preach the gospel.” I thought, But the church I attend doesn’t allow women to preach the gospel or stand on the altar. So I kept that in my mind. The more I pressed into the presence of God, the more questions I asked. Eventually, I went to my pastor and told him everything. I explained that in our church, women were not allowed on the altar, so what should I do? He said to me, “On the day of judgment, will you give excuses to God? You have to follow what God says. Don’t look at what man says.”

He got me a bell and told me to go out and preach. The next morning, I asked the Holy Spirit what I should say. I remember vividly standing by the gate, lifting my head, and asking, “Lord, what do you want me to say?” The first thing I heard was, “Where art thou?” I didn’t even bother to check where it was in the Bible. I thanked the Holy Spirit, opened the gate at 5am in the morning, rang the bell, and started preaching. I continued like that for years.

When I got into university, I also continued. Sometimes, while preaching, I would feel the Spirit of God withdraw, leaving me with emptiness. I learned to stop immediately and apologize to God. I monitored those moments carefully. There were also times when pastors in the area came out while I was preaching. I felt shy, but I kept going.

I was disciplined from childhood. We went to church every morning at 5:30 or 6:00 AM, and again at 6:00 PM in the evening. We did this consistently for about 12 years, maybe more.. Even when it was tough to stand up and times when my mum reluctantly had to leave some of my siblings at home due to may be tiredness or ill health, I just decided to keep going, I kept going. On Sundays, we attended Sunday school around 8:00 AM. On Saturdays, we went in the afternoon for choir practice, which was compulsory for our age group.

When I was about 15years old, the Lord told me to organize a revival. I asked Him who should join me, and He gave me the name of a friend. Together, we prayed and fasted in the forest for three days with permission and support from Pastor Israel Oriyomi. Revival broke out in the church. On the third day, the Spirit moved powerfully—the youths left the church as a group in an uncontrollable worship, preaching and dancing in the streets. That revival birthed a new assembly, which continued even after I left for university.

At university, I preached before lectures and even before exams. But in my third year, I decided to pause preaching to focus on exams. I studied hard, but when the exams came, I forgot everything. I cried bitterly. By the fifth day, I realized what had happened—I had neglected the gospel. On the last exam day, I preached before entering the hall, and suddenly I remembered everything I had studied. From then on, I vowed never to exchange the gospel for anything.

When I moved to the United Kingdom, I continued preaching—on buses, trains, and streets. I even created “goody bags” with scriptures and sweets to share. Though sometimes mocked or challenged, I remained bold. Once, police asked me to stop preaching on a train for the sake of peace, but I continued in the streets.

Despite seasons of homelessness, the Holy Spirit emphasised the instruction to me to teach my children the Word of God from a young age. I made lessons interactive and fun, sometimes teaching for hours with activities, sweets, and stories. I trained them to share tracts and preach as led and instructed by the Holy Spirit. I was using analogies like: our sins are written with a pen, but the blood of Jesus is the eraser that wipes away sin. From 2011 to 2017, we consistently preached together, often prayer-walking with oil, water, and salt, anointing the ground and calling people to salvation. My children, even at ages 6 and 8, spoke boldly to strangers with the help of the Holy Spirit. One encounter led a smoker to drop his cigarette in tears, realizing his need for repentance. Another person rediscovered a Bible long left in storage, stirred by our witness. We also met grieving families, people caught in necromancy, and others who returned to Christ after hearing the gospel.

During Christmas, we cooked food for the homeless, placing gospel tracts in the bags. Sometimes only one person received it, but we prayed that even one soul was enough. Once, someone found a dropped tract titled God Still Loves You and called us, saying he wanted to repent. We prayed with him, and he returned to Christ.

There is much to say about evangelism. It has been hard and tough, but God has been gracious. This journey led to the establishment of Mount Zion Global Prophetic Ministry, a ministry God gave me, though He only revealed the name in 2025. Since I was 13 years old, this has been my story, my song, my call. My message is evangelism, but not just evangelism—discipleship too. The Lord is calling us to restore discipline, to re-strategize, and to bring the governance of Christ back into His church and this begins with our children and young people.

To learn more about me, my ebook will be available shortly. 

Thank you for taking time to read about God’s grace upon my life