Through My Lens

I feel like preaching in here, somebody turn up my mic! I need the whole room to hear this. Did I do well in my preacher voice? Well, if there’s one profound lesson I’m learning from this Leadership Bootcamp, it is this: as a believer, and even more so as a leader, you and I are called to be agents of change. It’s no longer enough to simply show up for church every Sunday, warm the pews, and count down the days until the next service. Christianity is not a passive activity; it’s a call to action. We are not called to settle for a mediocre status quo or to become complacent with religious routines. Instead, we must rise and live out our faith practically. We are needed beyond church attendance and fellowship circles. We are called to bring transformation, not just within the church walls, but out in the world where change is desperately needed. To be honest, the understanding of salvation I grew up with is not the full picture. As I grow in faith and leadership, I’ve come to reali...

I have struggled to write this piece deeply. Not because I don’t have words, but because the weight of what’s happening in my city is unbearable. Nairobi, the city I love and live in, is currently overwhelmed with unrest. Demonstrations against police brutality have intensified, and with them, so has the grief. The grief of losing young lives, brilliant, promising lives, cut short in the most brutal ways. My heart is heavy. There is a sadness that I cannot describe. A sadness that sinks deep into your bones when you see what we’ve witnessed in recent days. During yesterday's demos about a teacher who was killed while in police custody, a 22-year-old young man was hawking face masks to make ends meet. Alone. Unarmed. Standing just a few meters from a group of police officers. Maybe he thought he was safe. Maybe he believed standing at a distance would shield him from the chaos. But in broad daylight, and full view of the public, he was confronted violently. The same people me...

  What comes to mind when we hear the word money? To some, it might evoke thoughts of riches, wealth, or even poverty. For others, money means happiness, access to medical care, education, accommodation, or luxury. It’s amazing how one word can carry so many different meanings, depending on our circumstances and values. What I only recently discovered, and what many may not realize, is that money has a spirit tied to it. That spirit is called Mammon! This spirit subtly suggests that with enough money, we can be self-sufficient. That we can have whatever we want and, therefore, no longer need God. How deceptive this is! Mammon seeks to replace God, urging us to trust in wealth rather than in the One who provides it. We see this dangerous mindset reflected in Scripture. Judas Iscariot betrayed Jesus for thirty pieces of silver. That act of betrayal wasn't just about the coins, it was about valuing money over the Son of God. Today, we still see this same worship of money deeply rooted...

Some stories sit quietly in our hearts, and then some leap out, demanding to be told. My Limuru Mission was the latter, etched in awe, painted in miracles, and wrapped in unexpected glory. It all began with a miracle, quite literally. I had no dime to my name, just two days before the mission. None. But as always, God showed up. He provided. Just in time. That alone was my first divine sign that this journey was more than a trip; it was a calling. We arrived at Kabuku Mission Church and Prayer Center, our home for the next four days. Nestled in the lush beauty of Limuru, the grounds were like something out of a storybook, green grass perfectly manicured, flowers blooming with quiet joy, and the crisp, cold air wrapping around us like a persistent hug. Yet, it wasn’t all romantic. Each morning at 4 a.m., the biting cold forced us out of bed to answer nature’s call. I’d nudge Vivian and Mumbi awake, and they, full of grace, would accompany me to the restrooms under the cover of nig...

Today, I’ll begin with a question. How do you show compassion to others? Whether in your workplace or at home with your family, what does it look like for you? Now more than ever, with the weight of high utility bills, rising taxes, and economic hardship pressing in, how do you remain open-hearted, and willing to lend a hand to those in need?   Let me tell you about someone I’ll call Tom, (for privacy’s sake). Tom's life is a true testimony to compassion, empathy, and generosity. He came from humble beginnings and worked his way up with unwavering determination. Together with his brother, they borrowed a small sum from their father to start a business in downtown Nairobi. The early days were tough, but they faced every challenge with grit and resilience.   Their parents stood by them, offering constant support and encouragement. With time and relentless hard work, their business began to flourish. Every bit of profit they earned was reinvested into the business, fueli...

  A new month means a new blog. Yay! This time, I’m taking you back to a pivotal moment in my career when a production house in Nairobi hired me, but before that, I started as an intern. At the time, I lived along Mombasa Road and had to commute to Westlands daily. The journey was tedious, yet strangely satisfying. I loved my job and looked forward to it every single day. But wait, I’m getting ahead of myself so let’s rewind. Before landing this job, I had an acting job which kept me afloat. Even though I would be on set for two or three days depending on the schedule, I still wanted to do more. To avoid the monotony of being stuck at home, I often spent time at a friend’s business, assisting her just to stay busy. The alternative was endlessly watching my bulky Cathode Ray Tube television (a TV ya mgongo , as we called them) felt unbearable. I had memorized every commercial and program lineup from morning to night, and that was anything but fun. She introduced me to her cousin, ...