My Life as a Black African Girl.

My name is Faith Khalayi Lumonya..(Khalayi meaning the good one and Lumonya meaning the one who whispers in my Local dialect).  One Wednesday afternoon 30 years ago in a small village in Western Kenya a woman went into labour. She was still working on her shift in some relatives hotel and had to excuse herself to go home and prepare to bring out a life(stong right?) And that night I was born. I am the last born in a family of 3, my brother being the eldest and my sister right behind him. As a child life was not so hard because my mother worked her ass out every single day. We would at least get a new dress for Christmas and random thrift clothes in between. I was a sickly little human with numerous asthma attacks and my mother came close to believe I wouldn't manage to click my 10th birthday. (But here I am 30 years later completely healed) . After primary school my mother started being sickly, she couldn't fend for us, depression hit her hard and my pain began. My brother and sister had to go out and try to make ends meet. I was left back to look after her. I constantly checked her pulse to make sure she was not dead. (We couldn't afford a hospital) This is where my Faith in God grew like a forest fire, everyday I trusted in him more. I prayed and cried. All through high school, I depended on well-wishers and handouts and after 4 years I was able to pass my exams. Then I started looking after my mum fully(She got healed, by the way, How? I don't know, I count that as my biggest miracle- The story of another day.

I have not mentioned my dad anywhere right? He was an absentee father....a marathoner who ran away from responsibilities and I don't talk about him because I don't have anything nice to say....(Sigh)

I am married with 3 kids and 2 stepchildren. I lost my job during the peak of the pandemic but my trust In God is the same. I always tell myself '' He will work something out'' Let someone here feel encouraged that the Lord is Very kind and Merciful.

I know I missed out millions of points about my life growing up. How I battled depression and anxiety attacks that I still fight...But all in all, God still sits at the Throne. Shalom.