… They called her Emmoh, Emmy, Emmie, Em…the little petite naïve village girl. For reasons divine she enjoyed favor unexplainable, everywhere she went. At home the siblings felt she was dad’s favorite so they would use her to get whatever they wanted.
Fast forward, I am now in high school, very tiny. Initially I didn’t know anyone as I was reporting but later I saw faces I had met elsewhere. Being born again and no mentor, no one to look up to, I didn’t know what exactly was the right thing to do. Like any other girl I had this book that acted like a scrap book but specifically for lyrics. Not gospel of course. Please don’t look at me like that 😊 Yes, something would tell me it’s not right though, so I would do it under cover (Chini ya maji).
God had a way of preserving me all through. When the book of Ephesians says that even before the foundations of the earth were laid and made God knew you and predestined you, I am a sure believer of this.
I remember this particular evening a girl who was probably in form three or four came to our class and she calls out my name and I am wondering how does she even know me. As I followed her I am just wondering what on earth did I do or not do? All kind of thoughts were rushing through my mind. We walked silently along the then dark corridors; at least they were not well lit. Whatever was happening from within me you can bet wasn’t silent. One thing I knew I was a very good girl to have crossed anyone’s path 😊 yeah, I was good and I knew it.
I get into a meeting with teachers and some students. Getting into a meeting where everybody is seated already, I was so sure whatever it was, the verdict had been passed already. I was so sure my stay in this school was about to become miserable already if I was to last. So I was to know later that these were the Christian Union patrons and officials. I was informed that I had been chosen to represent the form ones in the Christian union leadership. This was one sure assurance that God had no plans to leave me to the impact of peer pressure! He for sure had me and He was right on time.
I was later chosen as a class prefect. People said enough times how I had leadership skills to have become the CU chairlady and a head girl … I however felt differently. It was nothing about leadership skills; it was purely God’s way of preserving me through high school. He mentored me by himself!
Being a leader, I had to be extremely careful about my character. Yes, I knew I was being watched; I knew someone was looking up to me; A role model to many. That for sure helped me a great deal.
Being a prefect of course you cross with so many people, especially those that will be punished because their names appeared in a list you forwarded. This is the category that called me “ka-holy-joh”. Actually, one of them told me. We will see how long your salvation would last after we finish school.
“Take it to the Lord in prayer.”