This morning, at 4:00 a.m. on the 24th day of the 6th month of the year 2024, I had several dreams and a vision that called me to the conquest of Africa and the world. This is the third time, or perhaps more, that Africa or the world has come to me. I remember a dream in which a brotherhood of six angel-messengers visited me—it seemed I was being asked to go to the land of Mali, even before the political crisis began in Cameroon. But is Mali really Mali? Could it be Senegal, Burkina Faso, or Egypt? Or perhaps another place entirely? Côte d’Ivoire?

In one of the dreams about divine direction, I was in a ministry in Côte d’Ivoire. I had to use force to get there and courage to be accepted. The man of God leading the ministry was of Cameroonian origin.

And I remember that street child—poor, abandoned, orphaned—to whom I gave a 5,000 FCFA bill, a large sum in my eyes, yet he received it with great dissatisfaction. That “child”—Jesus—was the one who urged me to go to Côte d’Ivoire to help all the other street children, the sick, those in distress, the poor and orphans, drug addicts, bandits, and more.

So, in recent days, by faith, I have emptied all my savings and embarked on a journey into the unknown. It was a great fortune spent—2,000,000 FCFA—for the plane ticket, passport, visa fees, insurance, accommodation, training, and seed offerings.

And yet, with that money, I could have paid my family’s rent for a year and simply waited for my destiny contract to come. Why always more sacrifice? Is this the price of obeying the Lord? How will I pay my children’s school fees? How will I pay the rent? Where will I find the means to buy a vehicle, which has now become essential for our travels?

“No Appetite!”

The mission to Côte d’Ivoire is dragging. It was only yesterday that I finally applied for the visa. I feel as though the same spirit that tried to prevent me from traveling to Paris in 2017 is coming back with a vengeance.

I have no appetite. Meat doesn’t appeal to me anymore. Neither does fish. I feel no attraction for my wife. She has become, in my eyes, like a biological sister. My children only bring me joy when we study or worship together.

I’m not sure about the mission to Côte d’Ivoire. I doubt it was God who sent me to the Reverend. We’ve passed through a phase of our ministry—our calling to serve—but we still lack preparation and consecration for the task.

I am tired of living off manna. I now have only two desires: to remain in the Word of God and to rest my weak flesh, hoping to be sent to the frontlines in seven years.

Yesterday, I had yet another dream, which I chose not to record in The Book of Dreams and Visions. Prophet Joel Francis Tatu was at my house with his wife Simiane. They were settled in. The prophet was praying outside, while his wife sat on a chair inside. Then I felt as though he was upset that I hadn’t gotten up that night to pray, as I had been instructed in the vision.

Later, he asked to see some members of my maternal family. I saw my grandmother and my mother’s younger sister. Then I went into another room to look for my mother. She wasn’t with them.

In a previous vision, the Lord showed me the battles I must fight to fully deliver our families before the year 2030. Through the Spirit, I understand that I received an order concerning the passing of some of my biological family members, and that I must pray fervently for their salvation.

Thus, my spirit is no longer here. It is in Abidjan. I have no more resources, and I place my hope in the Lord. I believe help will come from Mali. Help will come from the land of the hippopotamus. Help will come from the Lord. I must consecrate at least 30 days to fasting and prayer. Lord, please take care of my accommodation, my transportation, my food, and my protection. Do something great in my life. How can I fulfill the vision of the nations if there is no personal revival in my life? How do I manage this journey?

“Obstacles on the Path”

I’m encountering many difficulties and obstacles in this mission to Côte d’Ivoire. This is the third night of the month of July. By faith, I thank the Lord for the grace of my elder and friend Pascald Djadou, who is helping me prepare for this journey. I strongly feel in my spirit that this slow chapter of my life must come to an end. These memoirs must be completed so I can move on to something else. Didn’t Jesus say:

“No one tears a piece from a new garment and puts it on an old garment; otherwise he will both tear the new, and the piece from the new will not match the old. And no one puts new wine into old wineskins; otherwise the new wine will burst the wineskins and be spilled, and the wineskins will be ruined” (Luke 5:36–37)?

I feel like I’m wearing an old garment on my shoulders. I also feel like I’ve lost all appetite. Neither wine, meat, nor fish appeal to me. Only water, vegetables, and fruits seem pleasing to my taste.

Sleeping feels like going to the hospital for a check-up. Traveling feels like gaining weight. Not operating in the miraculous feels like being sick, paralyzed. How do I win the nation for Christ? How do I make disciples of the 60 African states? And how do I bring the 250 nations of the world to Christ? From which nation should I launch the movement?

Proclamation

Through Christ, I am a disciple of Christ.
Through Christ, I prosper in Christ.
Through Christ, I am free in Christ.
Through Christ, I am a messenger of Reconciliation, Peace, and Love in Christ.
Through Christ, I walk in the Supernatural power of Christ and I proclaim that I am mandated to manifest His Dominion and Power over all Creation and the works of darkness…

This text is an excerpt from the book “EASTERN CLOCK” written by Jean-Paul Marie (Pastor Samuel Binyou).

We invite you to read the following article: “THE DUALITY OF AMBIGUITY.”

MALI?