You’re about to meet Nachi, a courageous, selfless and cheeky grandma who loves her grandson Collins fiercely. Together, they’ve endured unimaginable grief and hardship. At Hillsong Conference, they brought hundreds of people to tears because, as you’re about to see, their story changed.
Nachi is in her 60s but the years of grief and hard labor are etched permanently into her face, making her appear much older.
“When I first moved here I didn’t know anyone. Not a single person,” she says. “I had no friends at all.”
“Here” is the Solai district in northwestern Kenya. For years, Nachi has moved from place to place, desperately seeking work. She’d tried Lodwar in Kenya’s north. Then Nyahuru, 10 hours away. Next was Nakuru in the Rift Valley. Finally, they moved to Solai, a vast district green with farmland.
“I’ve gone around asking for a place to sleep and keep the few items we own,” says Nachi. “It’s difficult for me because I don’t always find work to do and I’m also an old woman,” she adds.
Most of the work in Solai is laborious and intense. Nachi’s painful back and swollen hands and feet can’t support her long enough to earn a decent wage. At night the worry eats at Nachi, stealing her sleep. She fears not for herself but for Collins, her beloved grandson.
“Collins is a good boy,” says Nachi. “I feel overjoyed when I see him. I have really become a mother to him,” she says, blinking away tears. “Collins is my child because I have raised him. He has no father and his mother died.”
When a neighbor mentioned our sponsorship program, Nachi felt hope spark. Mary, the Compassion center director at the local church, vividly remembers their first meeting. “Collins was crying when his grandmother brought him to the center,” she recalls. “He hadn’t eaten for days. He was hungry and visibly agitated. The grandmother pleaded for help.”
Our staff sees the devastation of poverty every day. But they were shocked at what they found when they visited Nachi and Collins’s home. The mud house was almost empty. There was no food and no proper place to sleep.
Immediately, Collins was registered into our Child Sponsorship Program and began receiving extra support through the Highly Vulnerable Children’s fund. With the addition of food, bedding and clothes, their mud house slowly turned into a home.
“Before I took Collins to the center, all I felt was despair,” says Nachi. “I was sure we would both die of starvation. But because of Compassion I can see he will have a brighter future. If I was to meet his sponsor one day, I wouldn’t have the words to express [how I feel]. But if she looked into my heart, the sponsor would see only joy.”
Shy and withdrawn, Collins found new confidence after being enrolled in school for the first time in months, his tuition fees, uniform and shoes covered through his sponsorship.
“I love my grandma,” says Collins. “She is the one who brought me here, here to Compassion.”
But a new devastation was just around the corner. At three in the morning, a crack shocked Nachi and Collins from their sleep. The noise was so loud, so terrifying, that Nachi thought something was trying to attack them. Hearts pounding in the pitch blackness, they realized with relief that they were alone. But what they discovered was no less terrifying: Torrential rain had caused their house to collapse.
They were homeless once again.
“I feel so bad that we are in different houses from day to day,” says Nachi. “If the owner tells us to go then we must go. How will Collins get an education if we are moving all the time? What kind of life is that for him?” Nachi fasted for three days, waking at three in the morning — the time the house collapsed — to pray desperately for a new place to live.
God was about to answer her prayers.
Mary came to see Collins and Nachi, asking them to come with her. She took them to an area with lush green grass and mist rising in front of distant mountains. Around them, laborers worked the fertile soil. Collins and Nachi had no idea what was about to happen.
“We know that you don’t have your own home,” began Mary. “So Compassion is going to help you build a home on this land, a permanent house for you and Collins.”
A slow smile spread over Collins’ face, and Nachi began dancing with joy. “May God bless you!” she exclaims. “Oh, may God bless you. Today, the Lord himself has come. He has heard our prayer! I am so happy, I feel like carrying someone. Who will I carry? I feel so good, I even feel like jumping. Thank you so much, God!”
Nachi placed her hand on her beloved boy’s shoulder. At last, she felt at peace. “I used to think a lot about how I will take care of Collins since his mother passed away. But not anymore,” she says.
“Now it’s over. I won’t be worried anymore.”
Collins’ and Nachi’s stories have changed because of a loving sponsor and their local church. The support Collins receives means he has a future, a hope and a team to help him fight poverty. An act of love — sponsorship — changed Collins’ life.
This story originally appeared on Compassion Australia’s Blog and was written by Silas Irungu and Zoe Noakes.
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Thank you for rekindling my commitment to be a father to the fatherless and defender of the weak and powerless for whose sake I have given up everything and renounced all my pleasure in obedience to the voice which I had once heard deep down in my heart.
I know it was the voice from the Lord and I am so glad that I responded to that voice by my act.
After all, what makes me so worthy of indulging myself in the riches of the world, while millions of people are struggling for their very daily bread and what makes me so different from them?
Unfortunately, the story shared by Nachi and Collins is just one of untold millions who are suffering gravely right at this moment and unless His elect act according to the conviction from on high, this world will really become a hopeless and miserable place.
We are called to “rejoice with those who rejoice and mourn with those who mourn” because our God does the same as we humans rejoice and mourn while the traditional human wisdom tells us to be ignorant of (or pretend to be ignorant) or indifferent to the feelings of our fellow humans, unless we have anything to profit and (or) we get victimized by the similar sufferings.
It has indeed become my joy and delight to give and bless the less fortunate because it pleases the Lord and I too am pleased when I see the poor and needy blessed with their needs and desires fulfilled.
As we consider ourselves mature in the Lord, we will soon realize that the point of the message of the whole scripture has everything to do with the justice for the poor and righteousness for the oppressed because that is where the heart of our God is.