Word of Life - Life after Chox...

My spiritual life in earnest was nourished in word of life camps in Kabete and ukunda.. i attended my first camp in Kabete during the April school holidays in 1988... the inauguration day would have been more of a disaster being the shy person I am but thank God for Mike Amunga and the other 'crazy' counsellors who made feel at home with their madness.. i was in serious doubt of these guys christianity, when I knew that christians should have long sober serious faces.... here was a bunch of guys ruuning all over the hall banging on sufurias and singing at the top of their voices obviously enjoying themselves tremendously...

things were to take a different direction when we had our welcome sermon by the director Dave robertson... A man grounded in the word, he delivered what was to be the first of many teachings that have remained with me to this day....

After my first week in wordie, I knew I had found my spiritual home..... This blog is dedicated to my friends and family I met in wordy, those who have gone ahead of us, Aggrey Musera, Tom (Coasto) Pastor Macharia and wife, Walter Papa, Christine Njaga.


John 14 WEB
1 "Don't let your heart be troubled. Believe in God. Believe also in me.2 In my Father's house are many homes. If it weren't so, I would have told you. I am going to prepare a place for you.3 If I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again, and will receive you to myself; that where I am, you may be there also.

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We are in CU , my friends, Jona, Devo, Tom and Elvis all hiding from Nyoike.. the problem was we couldnt leave before the meeting was over so it meant we had to endure an hour long of thomas's singing Sauli mbona wanitesa? (later on I was to appreciate that singing quite seriously). My bossom friend Sammy Mbau had seen the light earlier than us and was in the CU not hiding from Nyoike but genuinely attending afternoon fellowship... at the end of the meeting they made an announcement to the effect that a trip was being organised for CU members to visit Limuru Girls School for a joint fellowship on the 31st of January 1988.. This was really unbelievable.. Could we be hearing right... We all thought that there must be a catch. We asked if we had to pay and sure enough there was.... we were to wear our school uniform on a sunday of all days...The prospect of meeting girls though would very much dull any pain that we would endure in our uniform...

Sunday 31st january our bus rolled into chox..... And there was our nightmare, we had expected at the most 25 girls to turn up for CU, that we could handle, instead, the whole school lined there to greet us... I will be honest and say i was numb from the moment i alighted from the bus until we were in the hall, i dont even remember uttering a word...

In the hall the girls had reserved the front row seats for us probably to watch us as we squirmed in our agony.. funny enough , the genuine CU members had been here before so it was only us late comers who felt the heat.. nevertheless these circumstances caused me to give my undivided attention to the going ons on stage... And therein i came face to face with the gospel of Jesus Christ... I had been to church all my life but never understood why I needed to have a personal relationship with Christ... The preacher delivered the sermon as if he spoke only to me.. quoting from John 11: 25-27,

Jesus said to her, "I am the resurrection and the life. He who believes in me will live, even though he dies; 26and whoever lives and believes in me will never die. Do you believe this?"
27"Yes, Lord," she told him, "I believe that you are the Christ,[b] the Son of God, who was to come into the world."

On that day I accepted Christ as my personal saviour and thus started my journey which has been long and winding, exciting and tough, dark and light... But a journey with NEVER a REGRET... the journey continues....

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In January 1988 something did happen to me that changed my life forever. It was one of those mornings when I wasnt at the bus stop at 5.45 am in the morning, which meant i was caught up in the Thika Road traffic jam. By the time I had run from the community bus stop across matumbato road to upper hill school, it was already 8 am and assembly was on. I had missed preps (one of the biggest sins one can commit in school) and also missed the headmaster's adress. Verdict, punishment,usually delivered after lunch.

It was the preserve of the administer of the punishment to decide how to make your life miserable. this could either be cutting grass, rolling across the football pitch without your shirt, or being confided in a small cupboard which could hardly fit a small child for about 30 minutes.. Once this one guy was asked to uproot the soccer goal posts using a panga... he gave it his best shot and got more punishment for destroying school property...The worst though was being caned by Mr nyoike, who was a specialist of some sort.. This day it was decided that mr Nyoike would administer the canes....

There was obvious panic amongst us late comers cos the guys caning was dreaded.. The only way we could escape this was to go join in the christian union meeting that was being held at that very moment...We did manage to avoid being beaten because nyoike upo bursting itno the CU found us singing athe top of our voices even drowning out regular CU goers.. This was the first event....