He walked farther from the crowd. He was trying to be invisible, probably from the shame and the burning destructive thoughts that decapacitated his cranium every single minute. His wear was boyish, a young guy freshly birthed into the wild world but seeking solace elsewhere in a community of young Christians.
I have known ‘Nebuchadnezzar’ (As he embraces his new name) for quite a while now, broad face, black as pith, funny smile that extend way up to the cheek’s extremes and a Goliath body that my boulder can’t crash.
It was the Kkrew arboretum photoshoot and our Goliath has just joined the Kkrew Media team. He looked weird and restless as if fighting a beast within. He didn’t give the genuine smiles he gives today.
He was a broken pot, one that was considered obsolete to even scratch the dead skin off a village farmer’s heels. He was living in denial, a deep voice told him he doesn’t fit. It persuaded him to shy off as he was among saints.
He was silent even as we cracked jokes and shouted like hollow village drums. He walked either farther away or lagged behind. I asked him why he was so quiet but he said that he was just okay.
Hashtag Nebu, his new name, has been chewing those things that make your eyes pop out. Those things that send you to Mars and you envision your own world. He was chewing miraa, something he confessed after receiving Jesus on a night when 22 souls came to Christ. He was also high on weed and tobacco. He was indeed a broken pot.
He felt that he was a black pebble amidst many white ones or perhaps a scrawny cat mingling with beautiful penguins. Little did he know that he was among many other broken beings, perhaps even worse. He never knew that the only thing was to let God handle your brokenness.
It takes a night to switch to a new being, for a lily to blossom and a caterpillar to soar into a beautiful world not thought of before. I could see the joy in Hashtag Nebu’s eyes. I could see how free he was with us, the media team. His chains had been broken. His dungeon of captivity had been demolished. The plastic smiles that camouflaged his face were now real blossoms of happiness and joy.
I loved when I asked him, “How will you be of help to the media team?” I loved his answer. It was simple and funny, “I don’t know!” It was then that I told him, ‘God doesn’t call the qualified, He qualifies the called.’
Nebuchadnezzar (not his real name, but relates his story to the guy in the Bible) is a very humble guy, he attends every meeting that there is in time, he gives feedbacks and ideas that no one can fathom and he has fit in like a jigsaw. He has challenged the many who have joined the Media Team long way back and he continues to thrive with vehemence.
It’s not about what you can do, it’s about what God can do through you. It’s not about what you think you are but what God KNOWS you are. It’s not about your brokenness, your hopelessness or despair but the reality that God is fighting for your triumph.
Kkrew BS, not a judgment pit, not a dominion based fellowship but a place where everyone, no matter your brokenness and murk are welcomed to fellowship and know Christ. It is the little things that matter, the love, the walk and the positive challenge. We call this in Kkrew #DoingLifeTogether.
Why don’t you join us? We fellowship at Nairobi Cinema every Tuesday as from 5.30pm.