I was born on 2nd December 1946 in Kimugul Village, Longisa Division in Bomet District in a family of 10. In 1958, I joined class 1 in Kapkimulwa Primary School where I continued schooling until 1961. During those early days there used to be an Examination that was sat at class 4 level. The Examination was popularly known as "The Common Entrance Examination." Coincidentally, this Examination was abolished in 1961 during my fourth year in Primary School. So, despite the fact that I was well prepared to sit it, I missed it. However, I couldn't continue schooling at Kapkimulwa Primary School, because Class 4 was the furthest that the school offered. I joined class 5 at Mulot Primary School in 1962 where I was until 1965 when I sat the Kenya Certificate of Primary Education. When the results were released. my performance qualified me for an opportunity in a good secondary school.  Prior to my joining Secondary School, I encountered a life changing experience. That had happened in 1962 while I was in class 5 at Mulot Primary School. It was on Friday the 14th day of May, 1962. The time was 12:30 p.m. During a pastoral programme at Mulot Primary, then a missionary school, the preacher preached from Mathew 16:26. "What does it profit a man if he shall gain the whole world and lose his own soul? Or what can a man give in exchange for his soul." The word of the Lord reached me in great power and authority. I decided to reconsider my ways. And with a great conviction of the Lord's Spirit, I surrendered my life to Jesus. But nobody told me that salvation is not bread and butter. No one told me that life in Christ in not about merely feeling good and shouting Halleluyah - that, persecution and rejection is part of the package. My daddy, who was a firm traditionalist didn't take the news of my conversion lying down. If there is anything my daddy hated, it was the words church and salvation. And there were a number of reasons that accounted for his attitude. For instance one day (before my salvation), he found his way to church. Coincidentally, it was during a Holy Communion Sunday. So, the preacher dedicating the Holy Communion - quoted the Holy Scriptures verbatim - he said, "Jesus took bread, gave thanks and broke it, and gave it to His disciples saying, 'Take and eat, this is my body.' Then He took the cup, gave thanks and offered it to them saying, 'Drink from it, all of you. This is my blood of the new covenant, which is poured out for many for the forgiveness of sins' " (Mathew 26:26-29). Upon hearing those words, my daddy walked out of the church never to return. Why? According to him, church people were terrible - they drunk human blood and ate human flesh. He concluded that church people were cannibals. Come 1962 and one of his sons confessed the same faith. He couldn't stand it. He got mad with me. His directive was simple and clear. I had to choose between him and my salvation. He threatened to disown me if I failed to do away with what he called madness. I had to think again. Had I made the wrong choice? Was I ready to risk being disowned and thrown out of home? I was not ready to be a destitute, no, not at such a tender age. What of my Jesus? I had a witness in my spirit that my life was no longer the same. The peace of God had become so real. What of the comfort of His Spirit? Words cannot express how I felt. I put everything on the weighing balance. Then, I made my final decision. I decided to keep my head up. I had chosen Jesus and I had no apology to make. So, firmly but tenderly I answered my father, "Daddy, I love you. But I just can't do without my Jesus. I need Him so badly. Please understand. This thing is in my blood. I can't divorce myself from it." With those words, I signed myself into a life of persecution. My old man, with words not minced, declared me persona non grata. I was expected to leave his compound through the shortest route possible, never to return. But before I left he had an important point to make. He gathered my other six brothers. And in their presence, he declared, "I am a father to seven sons. But from today onwards you all need to understand that one amongst you all is dead. Yes, as far as I am concerned, William is dead." With those words, I was sent out of home. I walked out of home, frustrated and desperate, to the streets. As I roamed around, I came across a deserted house. I got in and from that day, I made that place my home. I loved schooling. So, from there, I would still continue studies during the day. I would walk around in the neighbourhood and beg for food to keep me going. It was a hard life. There were days I would get food and there were days I would lack. Starvation was in no way a rare thing to me. But what marveled me is the peace that ruled my heart. The assurance of the presence of the Lord in my life was so real. Quite often, I get on my knees and call upon the name of the Lord. In return, He would engulf me with His presence. He would embrace me with His loving kindness, despite the heavy odds I had to face. Days came and went. The going didn't get better. It got bitter. At one point in life, I almost fainted. I gave it another thought. I wondered whether it was worth suffering that much. Finally, I arrived at one decision - to backslide. But before I did it, I went before the Lord in prayer. I told Him, "Lord, I have had enough of it. I can bear it no more. I have come to tell I want to go back. I want to backslide." At this point, I heard the voice of the Lord God say, "Son, I am glad you have decided to tell me before you do it. I neither force you to continue with your faith in me. But before you go back, answer this. Are you sure to get the peace I always give you out there? Are you sure to get the kind of joy I supply you in the midst of adversity? What about my unlimited love that embraces every one of your days? Son, think again. Will you get it all - away from my presence?" At this, I fell prostrate before the Lord. Tears rolling down my cheeks, I said with a sense of conviction, "No, Lord. There is no peace without you. No Love. No joy. Forgive me and draw me closer to your presence." This experience left me more grounded and more steadfast in the faith. From that point, I purposed to guard my salvation with all diligence, no matter the price! On the other hand, a very strong wind of rumour persisted within our locality concerning how my father had disowned me and chased me out of his home. God used the mouths of men to speak sense to my father's heart. He was losing credibility as a local elder due to the way he was handling me. Consequently, he called me back home. That way, I got reunited to my family members. A great breakthrough it was indeed. Thereafter, my mother and most of my family members gave their lives to Jesus. In 1966, I joined Kericho High School. It was wonderful climbing the academic ladder. In 1969, I sat the 'O' level exams. My first employer was the East African Venture, the then publishers of both Target and Lengo newspapers. I had the privilege to work in the accounts department. Thereafter, I quit East African Venture and joined ACROSS (African Committee for Rehabilitation of Southern Sudan). I served ACROSS in the capacity of Financial Controller until 1977 when the Lord called me into full-time Christian service. I got married to my dear wife Rebecca in a lovely ceremony on March 31, 1973 at Kariokor Social Hall, Nairobi. The Lord's calling into His service reached me, loud and clear. His will was plain to me. He was calling me out of my stable job to serve Him, full time. It was not a simple decision to make. As a rational being, I had to consider all pros and cons. However, the Lord was daring me to cross from the known to the unknown. The risks were visibly clear, right before my eyes. I thought God could understand that I was still young and needed to consolidate myself. But that did not bother God. He challenged me to dare trust in His unfailing love. Finally, I made up my mind not to be disobedient to the heavenly call. At that point, I tendered my resignation to my employer. My employer was in no way willing to release me. He was not willing to let go my input in the firm. Therefore, to ensure that he retained me, he doubled my pay. Tempting indeed isn't it? But what was greater? A fat payslip or doing the Lord's will? I had to be wise. I refused to be blindfolded with a payslip. But that was not the end. My employer gave me another offer. I was offered a scholarship to Germany, to further my education. I decided to forfeit it all for the sake of Christ. That way, I walked into the unpredictable soil of full-time ministry. That was 1st May, 1977. It was during the early days of Deliverance Church ministry. The ministry was so young that no man of sound mind could have thought of relying on it for survival. Apostle Joe Kayo was the man running with the Deliverance Church vision then. So he absorbed me to be his assistant pastor. But I felt so humbled of God that I was not willing to be called an Assistant Pastor. The title was just too big for me. I was okay being Apostle Joe Kayo's P.A. (Personal Assistant). I wanted to be his errand boy. I wanted to be his armour bearer. I was okay carrying his briefcase. I was satisfied, carrying the Bible for the man of God. But Apostle Kayo would not allow me to settle there. He was loud and clear, that the Lord's calling upon my life was beyond armour bearing. That is how I came to hold my first pastoral office, as Joe Kayo's assistant pastor. I must admit that doing ministry work wasn't easy in my early days. I had no prior experience. I was previously a professional accountant and a radical Bible believer. I had done evangelism, yes, but not pastoral work. And, I had no theological training. But God supplied grace. He enabled me. Furthermore, he sent before me a very loving mentor, Joe Kayo. He showed me the way to go. It has taken the grace of God for me to have come this far. A time came and Apostle Joe Kayo had to leave Deliverance Church Ministry. That was in 1978. We had five congregations only in the entire republic. So, as Apostle Joe Kayo formalized his departure, he came out strong about his successor. The fact that, he was handing over the overall responsibility of Deliverance Church Kenya to me was indeed a very tall order. I consulted the Lord God. He whispered a word of encouragement to me, "Son, whosoever I send, I equip. Be strong and of good cheer. I am equipping you for the job." That sufficed. Despite the fact that I felt unworthy, I slipped into the huge shoes of the Presiding Bishop of Deliverance Church. As I took over office, I asked of the Lord, five things. Wisdom to lead His people. Knowledge Understanding Physical and spiritual strength The anointing of the Holy Spirit The Lord told me that he was more interested with my availability than my abilities. In the year 2000, I handed over the office of the Presiding Bishop to Bishop Mark Kariuki.