GEOFFREY

To live up to now is something I thank God for each day. I recall my days as a young family man and how cumbersome it was to travel from one area to another during the 1960s-1980s in Kenya. Today, technological advancements, such as video conferencing, have connected the world, and have enabled me to […]

At far off, I could see smoke and the unknown people holding machetes and sticks standing, and strange people with machetes and sticks on church ground. The church structure burned down, and the stones not visible. Stones were thrown into a latrine pit deep. One hundred fifty feet deep to cover it. I stopped a

At the end of a busy day, a court summon was delivered to my house. The serviceman handed the document to me and left without a word. I appeared before a judge on the appointed day, and my accusers were present. In the judge’s chamber, the judge stated my offense, saying that I had a

My father died when he was 85 years old. He would recount his experience growing up as an only child, his mother having been the first wife of Mugo, son of Nderi. His father, Mugo, was considered to be wealthy enough to support his three wives and other sons and daughters. As the only child,

I became a member of the Full Gospel Churches of Kenya (FGCK), Nakuru, in 1978, and for several years, I was taught the ways of the church and carried on an extensive study of the Bible. I became an ordained church elder ten years later and was charged with leading the neighborhood fellowship at Kivumbuini

My parents and wife lived on George’s farm in Nanyuki, where there were no churches. It was a new settlement, but one elderly lady, Miriamu, was a member of Full Gospel Churches of Kenya (FGCK) before moved to the farm. She would wake up between 3 and 6 a.m., then spent the time preaching and

I seriously took my father’s counsel that the best place to raise my children was on a farm, not in the town, Nakuru. My family lived well on the farm and flourished. When the drought-hit Kenya in the 1980s, things went wrong, and it was hard to continue life on the farm. Most families were

For the Christmas holiday, I got ready for the journey from Nakuru to Kerūgoya. I had to travel to Overland Transport Company (O. T. C.) Nakuru via Nairobi to Kerūgoya, and from there to Kiawakara by a Peugeot car (matatū) to my sister’s house. Her farm spanned Kīawakara village, where we lived during the state of

With a baby was on the way, things were going well until the eighth month. My wife began experiencing backaches, and her legs swollen. I asked an older lady in the neighborhood about leg swelling, and she told me that it was typical for the portions of a pregnant mother to swell. When we went