When the Safaricom’s mast at Saretho was brought down by a militia group and then followed by the killing of teachers at close proximity to my working station in Dadaab Refugee camp, it was an enigma to figure out my place in God’s Mission. My students (refugees), on the other hand, would scream and cry at some point because of depression and the traumatic experiences they go through. They would do it right in the middle of a lesson. Though I had expected such moments, I was optimistic at the onset of the STEM CD. I, therefore, longed to see the transformation, fireworks of ministry, and a sustained growth not only to me but the people I would serve. This kept me closer to the Caller.
It is these disturbing experiences that defined the call. They turned out to be times of giving hope and redefining true peace. I remember sharing my journey of hope with students, praying, and outsourcing a counselor to engage my learners. This had a ripple effect on their class performance, the general outlook of life, and their relationship with me. At the heightened tension of the terror attack, God gave me boldness to share the shalom of Christ with my colleagues. I recall the nights we held our hands in prayer at my small tent after receiving intelligence information of wazito attacking.
In this journey, I have learnt to care and love humanity with both material and non-material abilities. I have also gained vast skills in work ethics like managing two educational programs, developing reports, and inter-organizational relationships.
I pray that God will call more Christian professionals to the North, provide more willing supporters and strengthen FOCUS both in structure and in living the call. I trust God to use my experience and professionalism to serve the North.