I was born under the most degenerate conditions imaginable in a little village called Mpintimpi in rural Ghana. A primitive, makeshift, wooden structure that had ordinary gravel for floor that opened at the top to the tropical sky.

Poverty, deprivation, adversity, degradation — all the epithets we associate with a state of impoverishment — were my best companions as I was growing up in little Mpintimpi.

When I was barely three months old, my mother had to carry me on her back through the scorching African heat on her way to work on the farm. When she got to the farm, she would spread out a piece of cloth on the bare ground and lay me down to rest while she and my siblings who were old enough to work performed bone-breaking labor on the farm. Sometimes, I would — through yelling and crying at the top of my voice — protest at being left alone in that manner. Mother, on those occasions, had no choice but to carry me on her back and continue her tedious assignment!

I did not enjoy the privilege of sleeping on a comfortable bed during my days at little Mpintimpi. Only during my first few months on earth did I enjoy the privilege of sleeping on the wooden bed of my parents. During the next several years, I slept on the bare floor in a small room I shared with my four brothers. Only a thin mat separated the bare cemented floor from our bodies. As if that were not enough, when we retired to bed in the tropical night where temperatures still could rage around 80 degrees, the ubiquitous mosquitoes would not spare us or give us rest.

Were there toys to play with? No. My peers and I had to console ourselves with items such as oranges that served as footballs, old car tires that we wheeled around and primitive toy cars we constructed ourselves, using wood, wire or any pieces of junk we could find.

There was no school at Mpintimpi. We had to walk to Nyafomang — a larger village about three kilometres away. I did so bare-footed, on the African soil that can turn quite hot around midday. School uniforms? Father struggled to provide all his children with school uniforms. There were times when some got really worn out before he managed to replace them.

Then came year five in primary school, and I was attacked by a mysterious ailment that resulted in a forced interruption of my education for two years. For the better part of that period, I could not bear any weight on my left foot. The only way I could move around was with the help of a bamboo stick as tall as me, by means of which I hopped around on my one healthy leg.

After this hiatus, I regained my health and resumed my education. Through the mysterious working of the Lord, I gained admission to Oda Secondary School at the district capital, Akim Oda. Eventually, I ended up attending Mfantsipim School at Cape Coast, one of the leading schools in Ghana.

As I completed my final exams and graduated high school, it never occurred to me that one day I would find myself in Europe.

First the Lord sent His servant to preach the Word of God to me in a powerful way. Not long after that, I received a vision in which I was walking on the streets of a strange settlement that turned out to be Europe. How could someone who did not have the means to purchase a bus ticket to Nigeria end up in Europe? The Lord had spoken, and so it happened! Prophecy was not fulfilled in an easy way, however.

First, I left Ghana for Nigeria with the aim of working to earn my plane ticket. In Nigeria I had to do tedious, bone-breaking odd jobs at construction sites to earn my living. Finally, I earned enough money to enable me to purchase a plane ticket for East Berlin. Though on my arrival I learned that it was almost impossible for a foreigner such as myself to study medicine in West Germany, I did not give up. Instead, I took the first step toward my goal by teaching myself the German language.
 
At one stage, I faced the threat of deportation. In the end, against all odds, I was admitted to the prestigious Hanover Medical School.

I now work as a prison doctor in the United Kingdom, combining my work as a doctor with that of an author and evangelist. I have set up the Thank You Jesus Ministry, Internet, Radio and TV ministry.

I have a vision to set up a hospital in my native Ghana to be called Christ the King Hospital to cater for the poor of society in particular and the general population at large.

For the full account of how the Lord called me from my little village and led me to medical school in Germany, please read The Call That Changed My Life. (First Published by iUniverse 2004, Revised Edition Published by Thank You Jesus Books May 2010).