C.A.C Oke Ayo : From Tears to Triumph
A Story Only God Could Write
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Over 30 years ago, what you see today did not exist. There was no grand auditorium. No branches across states. No instruments, no choir robes, no conventions. There was only a man, a calling, and a God who never fails.
And that God has been faithful.
The Call That Could Not Be Ignored
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In the early 1980s, a young man, Aderoju Paul Olusola, had dreams like every other young Nigerian. Due to financial hardship, he could not continue his education and began trading in patent medicine. Later, he ventured into Aso Oke business and the sale of fairly used motorcycles.
He met influential people. He travelled. He worked hard, but nothing worked.
The more he ran from God’s call, the heavier life became. Debts increased. Doors closed. Peace disappeared.
Like Jonah, he tried to escape destiny. But no one outruns divine purpose.
When everything almost collapsed, he surrendered with words that would shape generations:
“Here I am, O Lord. Send me.”
That surrender gave birth to C.A.C Oke Ayo
Three Families. One Vision.
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On Sunday, November 14, 1993, in an uncompleted building beside Were’s House at Oju Baba, three families gathered : The Aderoju, Olawuwo, and Ajayi families.
That was the church.
The message that day was simple yet prophetic: Be Strong and Courageous.
There was no official name at the time. Many called it “Ijo Ko L’oruko” The Church Without a Name.
When bamboo was later used to roof the building because there was no money for iron sheets, it earned another name: “Ijo Alaparun” The Bamboo Church.
When rain fell, members stood in floodwater during service. Rain dripped through the roof, some people left, but some stayed.
Those who stayed witnessed glory.
Setbacks That Became Setups
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Opposition arose early in the journey, and the first parcel of land acquired by the church was lost. What appeared to be the end of a young vision was, in reality, divine redirection. God provided another site, the very ground upon which the church stands today as a symbol of His faithfulness. On August 22, 1995, the foundation of the permanent building was laid, and by December 21, 1997, it was completed. What began under bamboo roofing and financial limitation matured into a permanent auditorium, proving that God truly sees the end from the beginning.
From an initial choir of ten voices, the ministry steadily blossomed into a vibrant spiritual movement marked by impactful revivals, youth and children’s conferences, drama outreaches, and the renowned Almighty God Revival. Lives were transformed through salvation, healing, deliverance, and divine restoration.
The midwifery ministry, through the grace upon Mama Deborah Aderoju (fondly called Mama Agbebi), became a remarkable channel of both physical and spiritual life. What started as a humble gathering gradually emerged as a true Mountain of Joy: a place where faith was strengthened and destinies were shaped.
The expansion of the ministry began in September 1999 with the inauguration of its first branch in the Barracks area of Iseyin. Today, the church has grown to over 70 branches across five states and the Federal Capital Territory, with additional international branches in Burkina Faso, Ghana and Togo.
More than 200 ministers serve within the commission, while many others have been raised and commissioned to pursue their divine mandates.
From days of struggling to raise ₦400 for land acquisition to building a multi-million naira auditorium, the growth of the ministry stands as undeniable evidence of divine grace.
The journey has not been without trials; financial constraints, opposition, painful losses and seasons of uncertainty. Yet through every challenge, God remained steadfast. Each obstacle became a stepping stone, and every storm strengthened the testimony.
From an uncompleted structure to a thriving and expanding ministry, one truth remains clear: this is not the work of man, but the unmistakable handwriting of God. And as we reflect on His faithfulness, we boldly declare that He alone is worthy of all praise, yesterday, today, and for generations to come.