This month I want to share a story with you written by one of our children at the Centre, who came to stay at MDPEC in 2009 at the age of 9 years old. Susan (not her real name) is finishing her 10th grade year in November. Susan wrote her story in 2010 and has since lost her father as well, leaving her totally orphaned. Although Susan is fully sponsored, we have many girls that are not yet fully or not sponsored at all. Won’t you be an ambassador for our girls in helping to save a child’s life and give them hope for a bright future? Here is Susan’s story.
“I was living in Nairobi with mother, though my father had three wives. But he left with my mother and left the other two stepmothers in another area, it was as if the wives could not understand each other. One day I went to school as usual, but I could not believe what I heard from my father as I came back. I was in the dining room and when I asked my father where my mom was he could not hesitate and said that my mom was sick and in the hospital.
After a short while he took me to the hospital to see her, but after coming home my father told me that my mom was dead. Tears of sorrow ran down my cheeks without control, bearing in mind that I will not live in harmony with the rest of my father’s wives. To make matters worse, I heard that one of my father’s wives was the one who took a knife and cut my mother’s neck without sympathy. “How could I live with such a wife?” I asked myself. After that, I was terribly disturbed.
My father was a drunkard. He was a person of his own words. Suddenly he started refusing to take me to school after forcing me to move from my grandmother’s home where I lived after my mom’s death. I was staying well with my grandmother when my father asked me to leave there and stay with my stepmother in Kilgoris, where they both lived. When I went there, I was totally disturbed. All of the work was given to me. Before I went to school I was expected to finish all of the work before sunrise. That caused me to be beaten by teachers all day, asking me why I was coming late. I could not afford to utter an answer.
After school, even before I could take lunch, the work was all laid out for me to do. Collecting firewood alone in the forest, fetching water and all house chores were done by me, at my young age. I continued doing this even though my father would come and ask about my progress since he was deceived that I was doing well. While I’m being totally abused one day my cousin, Pastor James Nanka, saw me when I was going to collect firewood. After a short time, I went to the field to buy vegetables and eventually went to posho mill. Though I didn’t know how to pray, I remember calling upon the mighty name of God to help me. One morning my cousin, who was ministering in the Maasai Development Project (MDP), came very early in the morning and asked me if I was willing to go with him to Maasai Mara where I would be rescued and saved. I answered him with tears, “please take me right now.” He hugged me and took me to the Maasai Development Project Education Centre. Right now, I thank God because He has opened the way for me.”
May you experience God’s Richest Blessings,
Maasai Development Project