In love with Masai children


By Prof Ken Mufuka (PhD)

While I was scheduled to make one presentation at the conference, I found myself in dire straits, pleading with the Holy Spirit to put words in my mouth. 

Two Masai girls, Neema (6) and Sharma (13), the little one acting as the children’s secretary and the older girl acting as director called on the “Professor from the US to share a few words for children.” 

I must have risen to the occasion because when I announced my farewell, the children cried. “Oh, Papa is going away. And he has brought us some clothes.” 

They asked the archbishop if they could sing a farewell song. But wait for this. 

But wait for this. The secretary hurriedly wrote a letter, wishing me a “save (yes save journey).” Having no money or anything of value to give to one traveling a long journey, they plucked some wildflowers from Masai Mara (where buffaloes, elephants, and zebras graze) and put them in an envelope for me to remember them by.

Now, I too was in tears. God has been merciful to allow me to share my love for Christ.

I asked them to teach me one song. These are the words of the song.

Milela Milela Ameni (Swahili)

God is good. It is true.

Now I could not hold my tears.

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