My Life as a Missionary in Africa

I moved to Africa when I was 5 years old, with my missionary parents who had previously done work in places like India, and Japan, and the underdeleveped eastern European countries, nothing could have prepared them for what we saw in Africa.

Nigeria was the first country we lived in and although we had a house there for 5 years we traveled alot to the other Western African countries, Sierra Leone, Ivory Coast, Ghana, Senegal, Guinee, Liberia, Togo, and Chad. People living in such poverty it broke our hearts just to see them.

In Liberia and Sierra Leone two countries where war was very abundunt, we helped ex child soldiers and ex combatants, we set up orphanages for children who had witnessed the horrible murder of their entire families right before their eyes, and tried to help in any other way possible, whether it was bringing food to starving families, or giving seminars teaching people how to take care of them selves, bringing them clothes, trying to make a difference in their world.

So many all over the world overlook and turn a blind eye to the sufferings, if you would take into account how many billions of dollars america wastes every day on weapons and the amount of food that goes to waste, cause they simply have to much of it, you realize if people had a heart this world would be a much better place, our work was completly voluntary we didn't have big church sponsors or work for some NGO, it was all voluntary we figured that if God wanted us to be doing this work for the needy and poor that he was gonna have to supply everything along the way, and trust me I have seen some spectactular miracles of God, ranging from free accommodation, to free airline tickets to business men in parts of Africa that wanted to be a part of our work by supplying the resources and finances to get the jobs done.

It goes to show that when you are in the center of God's will, there is nothing He won't do for you, I will write another couple articles just to share some of the many miracles that have happened to me.

Well to continue with my story, living in Nigeria was not something I would say was fun it was a rough place and the weather was so hot and humid most of the year round, we would wake up in the middle of the night sweating so much our sheets would be soaking wet, we had a generator in our house (No Electricity) which we could only use 2 hours a day due to the lack of petrol in the country, so for those two hours we tried to get done all the things that required electricity to say that was very taxing would be an understatment.

One time my father and a colleague where held up on a road when forty armed robbers barracaded both sides of a highway and robbed over 100 cars and killed 3 people, thankfuly neither of them where hurt and the money they where carying with them wasn't found.

We where in Monrovia the Capitol of Liberia when the rebels invaded in 1999 there was fighting right outside of our door step and the amount of people I saw die in front of me would give most people nightmares, but God kept us safe once again and the rebels left our house completly alone.

We left Nigeria in 2000 and spent about 6 months in Kenya whilst house hunting in Uganda. Kenya was a more modern city at the time and so was it very exciting for me when I saw things like an escalator which I had never seen before and other things like that. We moved to Uganda mid 2000 and started setting up projects and did speaking and singing for orphans and schools and other charitble work like that.

In the beginning of 2001 myself, my father, and a few other young missionaries, went on a mission trip to countries in Southern Africa, such as Tanzania, Botswana, Namibia, Mozambique, Zambia, Angola, and The Congo. In Goma, which is in southern Congo we where there right after the big volcano erupted and claimed thousands of lives, while there where other NGO's and The Red Cross there to help the people's physical needs, we helped their spiritual needs, which included telling them about God's love for them and praying for them, we had people lining up just to get prayer from us, it was beautiful.

Around that time we also visited one of the largest refugee camps in Southern Africa, Located in Tanzania, it was heartbreaking to see so many people living with absolutly nothing and literaly starving to death, It made me sick to know about all of the people in developed countries such as America, and parts of Europe and Asia, who waste so much food and stuff their faces to the brim.

In 2003 I moved to South Africa and although our mission trips became fewer and more far between I still had a passion and a desire to help the African people. We left Africa in 2006 and our now living in America, I know someday I will be back there just not when or how but I know I will.

I am trying to live a somewhat normal life, but I know that life will never be completly normal for me, not after the things I have seen and been through. And it makes me sick to watch people like President Bush attack and destroy whole countries for nothing, only more power and riches, if you had seen the things I've seen you would realize that war and destruction is the most horrible thing on the planet, and there is only one place Bush is going when he dies. "HELL"

I want all of you normal people that will read this article to stand up for what is right and try to change the world we live in before it gets much worse, that is my only hope, that we can all live together in harmony, and no one will be starving or lacking anything.

HELP ME CHANGE THE WORLD

I am writing this article on my life for 2 reasons,
1. So that people can see my life story and the things I've been through.
2. So that people will get off their lazy butts and try to do something to change this world we live in, because "Evil Prospers When Good Men Do Nothing".