The Journey

I am Victor Tsague. I’m a Bamiléké. I was born and raised in a small village called Bafou in the west province of Cameroon until I was 14 years old. I was then sent to a Public high school in the city where I lived along with a roommate of the same age. After few years, I was kicked out for low grades and absenteeism. I moved with my cousin to Douala, one of the biggest cities in Cameroon, to continue high school. My father died soon after. I spent four challenging years that ended with a scholarship for three years in Aviation school in Paris. Eight other Cameroonians had the same scholarship. When we got to Paris, an instructor made a comment that it was a curse to be born black. we forgot what we were there for and we spent our time partying. By the end of the second year, everyone was fired but me. I should have been fired too, but by some miracle I was spared.

I returned to Cameroon at the end of the three years and started working for the national airlines. After four years, I cut my finger and had to change from the department. That change led me to discover some of my hidden potentials. I became the youngest aircraft inspector in the company. After five years as inspector, I had a terrible accident with the company vehicle. The car was totaled but we had only minor injuries. My boss decided to fire me. But because I was an inspector, the Board of Directors had to approve the decision. All the papers were signed and were just waiting for the approval of the Board of Directors. Everyone in the company knew that I was going to be fired, but me. Then another miracle happened. The employees threatened to stop working because the company was not paying the overtime they were forcing people to work. A commission was organized to solve the issue. The day I was to speak before the commission, it just so happened that the Chairman of the Board of Directors was presiding. When I finished speaking, she asked if I was the one who had an accident and asked me to meet with her the next day in her office. That was the first time somebody ever asked me what happened aside from the report I presented to my boss the day after the accident. The next day, she listened to me and two weeks later the Board of Directors decided that I was not going to be fired.

Few years later, I move to Boston, Massachusetts, USA. After four years of misfortunes and challenges with my immigration application, I decided to change and I found myself in Nashville, Tennessee where I found the purpose of my life: To serve God who made everything and give Him glory.

The Dream

At the end of my second year in aviation school in Paris, I return to Cameroon for the summer. My mother decided that I would get married once I finished with school. By the end of the summer I was engaged and we were to be married the following August 1987 once I returned back from Paris. One year later I returned back from Paris and the wedding was going to be just as planned on August 1987. Two weeks before the wedding, I had a dream and my father appeared and told me that the young lady I was going to marry was not my chosen wife. The next day I did not know what to do. I asked to postpone the wedding until December 1987. Everyone was disappointed and mad at me. A week later, my future wife wrote me a letter stating that she was three months pregnant with another man’s child, which happened while I was still in school in Paris. We broke up and not long after, I met my current wife. One year later we got married. We have been together for 20 years.

For years, I believed the person in my dream to be my deceased father. My family practice ancestral worship as everyone in the village. It was only when I became SDA that I understood the state of the dead. So it could not have been the spirit of my deceased father in the dream I had. Could it be that knowing the journey that was ahead of me, God wanted me to be married to a woman that would be qualified when we will cross the valley of the shadow for 7 years.

NEXT: 7 YEARS OF TRIBULATION AND THE MIRACLE.