What is it about the life of a Christian that makes it so unpredictable? Like the wind, one hears it but knows not where it goes or comes from?
That is the question that lingered in my mind as I reflected on the twists and turns in my life. As many of you are aware, I recently got a job in Family Bank. This, coming two years after graduation was truly most refreshing. Hence, it was expected that I would wear myself thin in ensuring that this one did not slip through my fingers. However, this was not the case. I resigned. The stated reason for doing so was going for full time post graduate studies at the University of Nairobi. However, there was an underlying reason. Those who know me well suspected it and they are right.
As a Christian, there is that fundamental question that always begs an answer, “What is God’s will for my life?” During the fourth year of my undergraduate studies, I obtained the answer. There was this particular course that affected me greatly. All other courses, I learnt out of a sense of duty. This one, I learnt out of a sense of devotion. Food and Nutrition Security opened my eyes to a whole new world. To say that I came alive in that class is an understatement. It is in that class that a quite but strong conviction stubbornly settled in my heart. This was what I wanted to spend the waking hours of my life upon-ensuring food and nutrition security for the vulnerable populace whenever and wherever. This conviction took me to several places. All of which I volunteered: Moi Teaching and Referral Hospital (MTRH), National Cereals and Produce Board (NCPB), Academic Model Providing Access to Healthcare (AMPATH). Judging from this list, banking was nowhere in my mind. However, the anxieties of this life got to me and I finally gave in to that philosophy which I had strongly argued against in the past-getting any job that comes your way. Why? So I can have a meaningful answer to that question that many use to define others, “So, what do you do?”
I enjoyed banking for a while. That was before that conviction that settled in my heart two years ago started gnawing and burning within. Every time I saw those 4×4 land cruisers with red number plates heading to Lodwar or some other arid land, my heart skipped a bit. Every time I held a newspaper and read of a looming crisis in the food security of a particular region, the more anxious I became. When I surveyed my humble library and saw titles such as “Food and the Poor”, “The Kenyan Maize sub sector performance”, “Community Nutrition”, “The Management of Severe Malnutrition”…my heart sunk. I continually became restless in my work and even though I worked hard at it, my heart was elsewhere. Every evening after work, adorned in dark sharp suits, I walked in the streets of Kitale, turning a head or two here and there. It was evident I was the envy of many. Family Bank having a good name among Kitale folk, my face had become familiar, and thus a nod here and a nod there had become the norm. To many, I was the young guy in the right place only waiting for my big break. However, inside, I was the young man lured by money and watching time fly by as a most crucial task remained unattended.
It is this task that has led me to improve myself at the University of Nairobi through that field that has lured me from my first year in my undergraduate studies-Applied Human Nutrition. The good book states it is not good to have zeal without knowledge (Proverbs 19:2). I have the former in full measure. I lack the latter and hence my being in Kabete to pursue this noble course.
The years of my pilgrimage are few and tender. There are many things that I am yet to fully grasp. However, this much I know. God has called me to this peculiar task; that I spend myself on behalf of the hungry and I satisfy the needs of the oppressed, then my light shall will rise in the darkness and my night will become like the noon day (Isaiah 58:10). Let it be so.