Page 16 - Msingi Afrika Magazine Issue 6

FAITH STORIES
so it came quite naturally to
me what needed to be done
when she passed. She had
empowered me so much and I
was quite independent for my
age, I was also privy to all her
documents and all her PINs.
She had also been preparing
me because we knew she was
terminally ill. After she passed,
I leaned on my Father a lot and
He guided me carefully using
one of the mums He had given
me to walk me through that
season.
As far as school was
concerned, in terms of fees and
all that, God gave me so much
favor with Daystar University.
When I was applying to join, my
mum had KES 2,000/- (USD
20) and she said, “This is the
only money I have, after this
I don’t know where your fees
will come from.” I told her, “And
for good reason. Daddy and I
agreed that when we send in
this application and we receive
an acceptance letter, it will
mean one thing and one thing
alone: He is going to take care
of the school fees from the
beginning to the end and we
will not need to worry about it.”
And that is exactly what He did.
While she got a SACCO loan
for my first semester, which
wasn’t even the complete fee,
insurance later settled this
and all other loans, meaning
she ended up not actually
having paid my fees. I ended
up getting two scholarships –
which was unheard of. Through
a God-orchestrated series of
events, I was one of the two
students who received “the first
price” scholarship. This took
care of a good chunk of my
fees. Then I also got a work
study scholarship which, not
only allowed me to get work
experience while in school, but
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also took care of part of my
tuition. If there was anything left
to pay per semester, it would
be KES 10,000/- (USD 100) out
of KES 150,000/- (USD 1,500)
or even nothing sometimes.
That’s how I finished Daystar,
no stress whatsoever. My
Daddy took care of it.
Were you ever
discouraged?
Honestly, no. He has not
allowed it to date. You see
one thing I normally tell people
about God is that when you
keep asking Him questions,
trying to understand the things
that He does and why He does
them, you’ll get stuck there.
Then you will leave room for
discouragement to check in. All
I did was ask Him to keep His
Word to take care of me.
On the night before she joined
Him in His glory, 5th October at
around 8pm, I had returned to
the house from the hospital and
was waiting to hear from her
neurosurgeon as to whether
they were going to take her off
life support or not. I was alone
and God spoke to me, audibly,
and said, “Mwende, I love you
and I will take care of you.”
Then at that very moment,
the radio went on by itself and
started playing the song, It is
well with my soul. I knew the
story behind the song and I just
started crying. I knew it was
well. The next day when things
were happening, that was the
only time I wrestled with Him,
saying, “You can still change
this outcome,” and He said,
“No, this is the way it has to
be.” Later, when I was ready
to hear it, He told me why that
was so.
I have stood on what He said;
that He loves me and He’ll take
care of me. And every single
day of the past ten years,
that is precisely what He has
done. He has indeed made
sure I have not had time to sit
down and tell Him, “I feel like
an orphan.” The only time that
happened was when I was
getting frustrated by some
cousins I was living with while
in university. More often than
not, that environment was
quite toxic, but even within it, I
can still tell you He had one of
my mums taking care of me.
Never once have I stopped
experiencing His love, care and
support.
Eventually God led you to
your husband. What was
that journey like?
My husband and I have known
each other almost since we
were in our mothers’ wombs
[laughs]. End of August 2010,
God said to me, “You want a
husband? Then sit down and
let me teach you how to be a
wife.” One of my mums, let’s
call her Ma, was instructed
by Daddy to get me sandals
with two rings on them -one on
each shoe- and also put me
in a cab with strict instructions
to the cab driver to take me
straight home and not stop
anywhere. I was in mind to
go meet the one man that my
Father and I had wrestled over
for years. I believed this guy
was perfect for me; he made
me feel beautiful and valued.
On that day as that physical
separation was happening, the
farther away we moved from
town, where I was to meet him,
I said, “Okay Daddy, whatever
it is that You’re doing, if this
is how You’ve decided this is
going to end, then fine.” That’s
when He told me He would
teach me how to be a wife.