Southern Rhodesia (now Zimbabwe) 

In February 1955, Brother T was directed by the General Overseer  in Portland to visit South Africa and Southern Rhodesia (now Zimbabwe).  He wrote “I took a local plane to Kano airport where I was to take the plane  to Johannesburg in South Africa. I had a few days' delay at Kano airport  where I was to regularize my visa. Nigeria, at that time, was under the  British rule. In the chalet where I was lodged at the airport hotel, I had time  to pray. As I lay down on my bed it seemed as if an insect bit me. I got up  immediately and searched for the insect but there was none. But later, the  pain was felt all over my body, in my head and brain. I resorted to praying  and kept this to myself. I started to feel a certain numbness from my loins  down to my legs. I did not know how to place the sickness. It seemed my  legs were getting paralyzed. This set me to pray more and more. I  consecrated and this made my heart to be more tender and humble. I did  not know God used this to prepare me for the task ahead.  

“When I got to Johannesburg, the Africans were discriminated  against in those days. They called it 'colour bar'. I started to feel this from  the airport. I had to wait for all the white passengers to go before 'a combi'  bus was brought to take me. One could see abject poverty on the faces of  the Africans. Their overlords felt they should be hewers of wood and  drawers of water and therefore would not give them any considerable  education. I had to live with them in the African township. I thank the Lord  that because of the 'thorn in my flesh' my heart was humbled to accommodate them and bear with them. I was given only 7 days to stay  there. As I held revival meetings and went to town (Johannesburg) to buy  films and post letters, I had no feelings in my legs. I felt they were  wobbling under me as I walked. I did not mention this to my hosts but kept  on trusting the Lord.  

“From South Africa, I went on to Southern Rhodesia (Zimbabwe)  and landed in Salisbury (Harare). Here also I went to live in the African  township. I could not control my bowels, it seemed the sickness became  worse. But I kept on praying, and I continued holding services and meeting  people. One day, I went to town to buy stamps and films to carry on my  correspondence for inviting people to the services. As I was returning from  town, I started to cross a dual carriageway and suddenly a trailer was  approaching. With this 'thorn in my flesh' would I be crushed? I found  myself running across just in time before the trailer got near. On the other  side, it surprised me that I could make that dash. How did I do it? It must  have been God has healed me! From that time on, that was the end of the  sickness. 

“I visited many towns in Zimbabwe – Gwello, Gatooma and finally  Bulawayo. It was at Gwello that Brother Morgan Sengwayo met me and  interpreted for me in the services. He was already saved. He went on with  me to Bulawayo where after a series of revival meetings held, Sengwayo  prayed through to sanctification and the Baptism of the Holy Ghost. Whilst  still holding meetings at Bulawayo, in March 1955, I got the news of the  passing away of Brother Peter van der Puije in Accra, Ghana. There was an  abrupt break in our revival meetings and I hurriedly left Bulawayo for  Accra, Ghana. At the airport I told Brother Morgan Sengweyo to carry on  the work where I had stopped.'' It was on Brother T's return to Nigeria that  he was invited to Portland, Oregon, again for the annual international  Camp meeting in June, 1955. 

In the year 1981, Rev. Sengwayo and his wife attended camp  meeting convention in Lagos. They came along with some of their children  – Freedom, Kingdom, Wisdom, and Seldom.