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.