Everyone has a story to tell about their life; and a testimony about the God-Factor in their life.
This is my story.....
My name is Tatenda Freeman Mateuro, born on saturday 25th of june 1988, at harare hosptial, in a southern african country called Zimbabwe. My parents divorced when I was young as 1year 8months. this resulted in me being raised by my grandmother, whilst my mother relocated to South Africa to look for green pastures. In those days when I was born it was not easy for a child to be raised by a single mother. By God's grace, I had a good life in terms of material things, I had all the material things that a child can possibly want or need. I had one problem which was asthma from that young age I was always in and out of hosptials. I remember one day my mum had to come all the way from south africa to come to zimbabwe to see her dying son, i remember it like it was yesterday, I had lost a lot of weight, in the middle of night I was sleeping on my death bed I saw my mother looking at me like I was going to die she cried, but I didnt die, I had God's mission to fullfill. I recovered and went back to school and the teachers they discribed me a smart and creative child. yet there was a void in my life that couldn't be filled by any other than the spirit of God but i was ignorant of this. I asked my mother one day, why is it everyone around me is my uncle, how come i never had someone to call father? she then took me to my father, as we went to see my father, he was now remarried with a another child, and his present wife was not amused by the idea of me and my mother to go and reunite, so that first encounter with by biological father it resulted in a conflict between my father and his present wife and whilst me and mum were waiting for him to come and see us, there was a fight going on in the house, where he lived in mbare (zimbabwe's most popular ghetto). me and mum didnt succeed to talk to my father, the man i had always wanted to see all my life. Then we took a taxi home and mum told me how hard it was to accomplish this meeting. but i was excited to have finaly met my hero, then we went back again that same week to see him at his work place and all the people said i looked like him and that kind of made me feel like a person. knowing that I had someone I looked like. finally I could see my old man after every three months when I had school holidays. when i was fourteen years of age, I was enrolled in a boarding school in mout darwin in mashonaland, Chindunduma 1 High School, there I felt part of the crew. another problem emerged, I started smoking ciggerates, marijuana and drinking alcohol. this made me to be labelled as a bad kid and I loved the idea to be called a bad kid cause the result was awesome, that I could get all the young beautiful girls. no girl liked good boys but bad boys. from then i had found a way of putting myself on the spotlight by being naughty. I was always send back home to harare to call parents, either i would have been caught drunk, or I would have been caught in girl's hostels which was a forbidden place for boys. the word now went around that tatenda is now officially a bad kid. whilst within me there was a lil tatenda seeking for identity, acceptence, attention and the disire to be loved. and i was a creative kid, so i would create new naughtiness that was never commited this then managed to make me a popular kid at the school. everybody knew who was tatenda, yet I still had health issues, I was always with my inhaler, oh God that inhaler saved me a lot of troubles, i remember everytime i was caught on the wrong side of school rules i would fake a massive astham attack, and I always find myself not in trouble. I had this gift in me that I would dream true dreams that would come true, at this time i had a dream that my father was dead and i ran away from school and it was as i had dreamed, my old man was very sick with menigitise, he died after few hours of me going to see him. then reality started to sink in that i was only here on earth for a short time i was gonna die like my old man. i went back to school, i would still dream, dreams that would come to pass, then one day i was about to be expelled from school, I wrote a letter to God and I stated in my letter that if God would make me join my mother, I would be a preacher and take care of orphans in every country in africa, at that time my mum had relocated from south africa to united kingdom, then as I would dream this came to pass I had my passport and visa ready but I still had to finish my o' levels, I turned into a mini-monster, i became lawless, I was drunk everyday and I would use my father's death as an excuse to be wasted everyday. i had mastered emotional blackmail at a young age. then i fell sick and this time it was serious i was off school for 2months and i almost died this was now the second time in my life to come to a near death experience because of asthma. then the doctors said it wasn't asthma i had a respiritory condition that would make it difficult for me to live long. This was sad news to my soul and a very good reason to smoke weed, and get wasted. I wrote my last exam escorted by police, with me was some of my close associate, and we endured a massive disciplinary measure from the police and two days later i found myself on the plane to united kingdom. whilst on the plane i had made-up my mind to come and be a good boy, and i reunited with my mother after 7yrs and i had grown from the little tatenda to a boy. we lived with my mother happily. this time my demons from the past came with full force I had to face them.
# the second phase of my life, i was now in the united kingdom with my mother. She didnt really unbderstand me, i was a rebelious kid, who has tasted the world but mum thought i was still a little boy who had asthma. however the beast in me i wanted to take a tour around europe as it had in africa, i started to be involved in selling marijuana, smoking it, within me i had always wanted to be a reggae icon, like lucky dube, burning spear, sizzla kalonje, and capleton. i was involved into all sorts of bad things that you would advise your children not to be involved in. but i was conscious of the damage this will cause my mother seeing that we are in a strange country far away from all our relatives, so i would do all mu dirty staff outside of bedford the local city i lived in, the problem started to come, when now danger was now following me home, the first every crime, i was arrested for was an embarassing one, this girl accused me of sexually rapping her, i was locked up for a week then she confessed that i didnt rape her but whilst i was behind bars reality sank in, i started to remember the letter i wrote to God and how i promised to be a preacher, i also made the same mistake in prison, i told God if he would get me out of here i would be a preacher and please mum and everyone. and the lord brought me out of the prison, then i went back to my old ways, it came to my seocnd i arrested which was a dirivng offense i was arrested for driving without no papers, whilst under the influence, four days i was missing, nobody knew were i was and the police ended-up setting me free i came back home, but still i wasnt finished causing troubles, i was now involved in fraud (419), i almost died again at this period, we had done our deal successfully but the guy i was with, who was my boss, didnt want to share the money equally, and this guy almost stubbed me with a knife and if \god would have intervened i could have been dead, then i went from bad to worst, and my mum was always crying, she would come in front of my bedroom and pray for me, by that time i was convienced that my mum is now insane, she was officially on some drugs she wasnt telling me. then one last asthma attack that send me to the hosptial, i was in hosptial for 2 days, thats when i started to see the God-Factor unveil in my life. the doctors couldnt see what was wrong with me, they runned every blood test that they could run but they could find anything wront with me. (they tested all, diabetes, TB, HIV & AIDS : but still there was nothing wrong with me) then i started to go to church first week a preacher said to me, this sickness isnt unto death but for the glory of God John 9:3) then it was on thursday night i was sleeping, in my house, with a bunch of medications from the doctor which wasnt working anyway, i had a dream, in the dream there was a youth conference but the preacher didnt show-up, then people pushed me to go in front and i started preaching in front of thousands of youths. then i work-up, mum told me the lord had told her that tatenda can not die but he shall live to preach the might works of God. then the following friday it was friday the 13 of april, i gave my life to christ, went back home i could get in the house i slept praying all night in the park and there was a retreat in the church on saturday and i was filled with the holy spirit i started speaking in new tongues. believe me from that day which is 7yrs ago i never had an asthma attack, my life has never been the same, i am growing and still growing spiritually. i consider that tatenda freeman mateuro died longtime ago, its now Christ who lives in this life that i now live in this life. the lord then annointed, appointed, commisioned, ordained & qualified me to be the gospel minster, with a triple h message hope, help and healing. since that day, i have seen miracles that are hard to discribe.