I grew up in a Christian home. I went to church on Sundays because my mother went, and it was required of us to accompany her on Sundays. I knew of the Lord, but did not exactly know Him at a personal level.
I was fortunate enough to go to a nice high school. However, I found it difficult to fit in as a young teenager. I felt different since I was from the village and majority of the students came from big cities. At that point, for the first time in my life, I was aware of the things that divide us as human beings. I had a huge void in me that I felt that needed to be filled. I started attending the school Christian union services to see if I would fit in. I figured He must be the same God that I knew anyway so I would be welcome. When I got there having grown up in the village I worshipped in my mother tongue so I didn’t know of any English songs so during the service I still felt left out. I was not going to go back again but the following weekend I got a conviction to give it a try again and I went again.
Service by service, it became my weekend routine. Slowly I made friends and my self-image improved. I learned to pray by myself read the Bible through the Christian union. In 2006, I finally did give my life to Christ and I was baptized. I realized He loved me first even while I was still a sinner and what we valued and saw in other persons is not what he looks at. In Him, I am a co-heir and a child of the kingdom.
Makueni county has limited facilities and the majority of people have to travel many kilometers for healthcare. The county government has done a phenomenal job in the last two terms with improving existing hospitals but we still have a long way to go.
Growing up, the Kamba community (which I am apart of) is known for its belief and practice of witchcraft. Witchcraft is the explanation for most of the misfortunes that happen to people where I come from. Families have been torn apart by allegations that one member of the family is trying to bewitch another. My cousin suffered from pulmonary tuberculosis and kept on wasting away, my aunt was adamant it was witchcraft and they went to several witchdoctors and were given several concoctions to drink. My cousin never improved. My aunt didn’t want to hear any other alternative reason as to why he was wasting away and by the time we took him to hospital, it was too late: he succumbed. The popular belief is you have to go to a witchdoctor to battle misfortunes forgetting that we have power as Christians to trample over serpents.
When approaching patients it is one of the things you have to have in mind, their beliefs as it may influence care sometimes.
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