Steven
Steven is Turkana, one of the nursing students committed to returning to his home and working for peace by using his skills to bring healing to both tribes. His goal is to work with Samuel, Pokot and Turkana side by side as a living witness to the power of reconciliation and forgiveness in spite of the horrors of their past. Here is a Steven's story in his own words.
I am a young man in my twenties now with an uncertain future so that now I can't really assure anyone.
If we go by what people say that “your future is made of your past” then I am assured of nothing other than having sleepless nights in the stony village of Katikomoru some few kilometers from our main centre Kapedo.
In the early 1980’s, just barely two months after I was born, Pokots invaded our land and took all our cattle and goats, leaving us with nothing and nowhere to call home, though our traditional huts could still remain our own. That is not enough, though, in our desert home.
I just came to learn about this part of my story: My own mom was killed as a result of the same conflict. This left me lying over her dead body. I can't imagine myself having breast fed on a dead body. Thanks to my step mother who took responsibility for me and made me who I am today and protected me from these terrible details.
I really thank almighty God for bringing me this far. I have survived in spite of poor health access with no immunization, lack of access to education, harsh environmental health and other basic needs a human should enjoy. Anyway, this is not the end but just the beginning. God will see me through.
I am a young man in my twenties now with an uncertain future so that now I can't really assure anyone.
If we go by what people say that “your future is made of your past” then I am assured of nothing other than having sleepless nights in the stony village of Katikomoru some few kilometers from our main centre Kapedo.
In the early 1980’s, just barely two months after I was born, Pokots invaded our land and took all our cattle and goats, leaving us with nothing and nowhere to call home, though our traditional huts could still remain our own. That is not enough, though, in our desert home.
I just came to learn about this part of my story: My own mom was killed as a result of the same conflict. This left me lying over her dead body. I can't imagine myself having breast fed on a dead body. Thanks to my step mother who took responsibility for me and made me who I am today and protected me from these terrible details.
I really thank almighty God for bringing me this far. I have survived in spite of poor health access with no immunization, lack of access to education, harsh environmental health and other basic needs a human should enjoy. Anyway, this is not the end but just the beginning. God will see me through.
