REBOOT CAMP 2025

The Science of Fire

Fire is not a coincidence. It answers to conditions. It is pre-planned.

A flame is the child of three things — material that can burn, a force that can ignite it, and oxygen to feed it. Without alignment, nothing lights. When alignment comes, even ordinary wood becomes wildfire.

Me stepping out of reboot camp

That is how Reboot Camp happened to me.

My first camp was 2023 (Theme: Ambience) — virtual. I was new in Celebration Church International, nysc times, I couldn’t travel to Lagos. Funds, timing, logistics — all said stay home. Yet God opened a backdoor through Church MAP groups. MAP means Meet and Pray. Saturdays became our rhythm of scripture and fellowship, but more than meetings, MAP became accountability, people who checked up after the prayer was over, people who reminded you to grow, people who held you up when your flame felt small.

For camp that year, we made plans for those who couldn’t attend physically. I worked with my leader, secured a space, arranged refreshments. It was simple, but it was sacred. That year, I streamed. Present. Hungry. Expectant.

Four hours into prayer on one of the mornings, it hit me —Wait, is this what we do here?
My longest continuous prayer life happened at Reboot Camp. Not because I was capable, but because capacity expanded inside me. Something stretched. Something broke open. I came out with clarity — that fierce knowing the apostles prayed for, that boldness that turns conviction into action. And I re-watched that reboot like five times the following year. It had to stick.

I left that first camp certain of one thing:
Next time, I would attend physically. And I refused to meet that level of glory any less prepared.

So I marked the date for RBC 2024 (Metamorphosis). I trusted God for that Lagos move, and it happened.

Weeks to camp, the church began prayer and fasting — and my expectations rose like stacked firewood waiting for spark. I refused distractions. I had to be combustible.

Accommodation near venue — sorted.
Attendance in the main auditorium — achieved.
Offence, entitlement, emotional clutter — cleared.
My heart came empty, expecting only what God had already been whispering.

And clarity came like floodlight.

Once fire found oxygen, everything ignited. I had put of all notifications and social noise. Honestly, I never got how someone still had the presence of mind to bring out their camera. That is still a mystery to me.

When you know you’re in for something…

Although, I served with follow-up, but personally, it was a strategic choice. I stayed with them because I knew we were serving only in between sessions. I hadn’t yet grown to serve mid-service. Grace to the ones who do — their work is priestly.

Inside that hall, things were just aligning—environment, desire, spirit. Even the family hosting me in Lagos worried about my feeding and safety, but I knew dryness is sometimes fuel. Flame never rests on wet wood. Consecration costs something.

The ministers arrived like flint on stone. From Night One, that Pastor Laju’s prayer and the Celebration Church Worship ministration, the distance from heaven was trekkable.

Pastey had said it would be a meeting of visions. This is no exaggeration but words were falling like rain. My notes were filled — rebuke, correction, comfort, instruction. Heaven spoke, and boy did I listen in.

But here is something every newcomer must know:
Reboot Camp fire is not private property. It is communal combustion.
We don’t burn alone. We burn to burn.

There were moments we prayed in groups, laid hands on each other. Healings broke out between strangers. People in the main auditorium expecting an apostolic hand were slain by neighbour-to-neighbour fire. The overflow and the bowl carried the same Spirit — because everyone came burning, not waiting. We prepared as participants, not spectators.

Even stone-on-stone will spark if both are ready.

After reboot camp, came instruction. And this is where most people miss it. They think it is an event to attend and pass. The event is an invitation to more. It impossible to miss.

I had to do things that were dangerous, stretching, faith-testing. I gave sacrifices that shook me. Because after every encounter and promise, altars must be raise and sacrifices made.

Nobody meets God empty-handed. As Abraham, Isaac, Jacob and even Jesus. Something must die.

Sometimes the sacrifice is money, sometimes consecration, sometimes a lifestyle you lay down. But the encounters only matter if they survive after the meeting.

Fire is glorious when it starts, but meaningful only if it burns on.

So I fanned mine. January, church fasting. February, Hallelujah Challenge. March, obedience. And testimonies came back-to-back, like every three business days.

At the close of Reboot Camp last year, I wrote a statement:

Those words became life. They still are.

So what should you do after Reboot Camp?

War with your prophecies — aloud, aggressively, in prayer.
Then obey what God said — fast, without analysis paralysis.

Look at the woman at the well — one encounter, immediate evangelism. No delay. No hesitation. Destiny demands action, not admiration. And the whole city came to see/hear Jesus on here account.

There was a strong message not to be a spectator in the coming year

And now, Reboot Camp 2025 stands at the door — The Unstoppable Move of God.

Something is rumbling in the spirit — anyone with any prophetic sensing can feel it. I have cleared my schedule. God is not done — He is beginning a chapter that will take decades to understand.

This is how I caught fire.
This is how I plan to burn again.
And I refuse to burn alone.

A generation is being primed like dry timber.
The wind is blowing.
The flame is rising.

Pastey said, ‘We are not preparing for three days. We are preparing for a generation.’

Welcome to Reboot Camp SZN 2025. The unstoppable move of God (4-7th Dec)

I have just one question for you, ARE YOU READY TO CATCH FIRE???

Don’t miss it!