It was a normal day, like they all get on the day to return to school. This one came with more a degree of joy, I was going to begin my last semester.
My mother, a single mum of three, was glad that I, her last-born son, was finally going to complete university; I was excited too. She gave me 3.5 Million shillings and a hug and a blessing and I walked to the road with my backpack and another bag and I did not need to wait for long, a bus stopped and I jumped it.
I had not anticipated that robbers would grab my backpack (it had the 3.5 Million Shillings and a laptop and a phone and my personal documents), and run away with them. Despair gripped me and as I agonised in pain I continued to my university hostel. I didn’t even have tears, I was broken as I gathered the feet beneath me to walk to my hostel; the next day I was needed at my internship place for supervision.
It has been a month since the robbery. My friend gave me a laptop, another one gave me a phone, a few people have been helping me with money for upkeep and God has kept me. As I continue to believe that God will clear my fees I will not stop living, I will not stop trusting that He wants me to shine for Him.
Yes, this is the hardest test I have experienced! It is also time for me to trust in the Lord and I will do that.