Cunan was stabbed to death. Why? Over a cigarette. A cigarette. Cunan’s life was worth less than the cost of one cigarette to someone. That someone was likely…
There is a popular song in East Africa that teaches the community that a witchdoctor and a liar deserve to be set on fire. This happened to Mr. Buyongwe (Buy-yong-wee) John, an 80-year-old man who was a well-known witchdoctor, who lived in the Cankozo District in the Republic of Burundi. The people of Cankozo were fed up with the witchcraft practices of Mr. Buyongwe. This led to poverty because many people paid all their money to him to solve their problems. One day the community decided to (punish) his witchcraft lies by setting him on fire.
Not long ago, Kawede was summoned to the local police department. The owner of the leased 2-room structure was illegally demanding the property back, and the police were siding with him. They demanded to know why Kawede had not vacated the leased property.
She darted toward the path of an oncoming vehicle. Acting quickly, Bread of Life’s Benoit Ouatara picked her up, preventing the deadly accident. “You can have her.” He looked around. An older woman, who appeared to be the girl’s grandmother was watching the whole scene from nearby. “If you want her you can have her,” […]
When ITMI’s Muhindo Kawede was a boy, his mother told him to behave or else the ghosts of his ancestors would get him. Instead of using “monster spray” to calm children’s fears of imaginary goblins hiding under the bed, as in America, Kawede’s mother told him and his siblings their ancestors would eat them. And she meant every word.
“I don’t think he knows who we are,” Pastor Mlungisi Zuma told ITMI’s Kelly Smith. They were in a well-lit, non-private hospital room near Zulu Natal, South Africa. The two men were visiting a man they knew as Mr. Cele. “He is mumbling and saying a lot of things, but he is making no sense at all,” the pastor observed. Kelly and the new South African pastor of his church continued chatting with the delirious patient.
Jahim just wasn’t Jahim. Last month ITMI’s Steve Evers sat out under a Ugandan shade tree, seeking some refuge from the intense equatorial sun, while at a small guest house in Kampala, Uganda. Jahim was really glad to see Steve, and he was wanting to discuss what opportunities there were in South Sudan, but Jahim wasn’t Jahim. With what Jahim was exposed to in December in his homeland of South Sudan…
“I’m hiding on the floor with my family.”
“We didn’t sleep much last night with all the bullets and artillery….”
“Two hours ago [Monday, December 16th] a military truck with soldiers came to my neighbor’s house, pulled him out and shot him dead. He is still laying out there and no one can go out to get the body [because all were afraid to show their faces in public].”
Spring had finally arrived to the southern hemisphere and more specifically to the Northern Cape of South Africa. There were signs of growth and new life everywhere. God’s yearly quilt of unlimited color blankets the otherwise barren sheep-land which borders the 185+ kilometer dirt road “shortcut” that leads to the Orange River and the outpost called, Onseepkans, South Africa. This is where ITMI’s Gerhard and Elmane le Roux and family are fighting the monsters that come from an almost forgotten and godless society.
If you remember, I shared about a little girl that had come to the clothes distribution we staged after the first two water wells dedication. She came with anticipation that she would get some type of clothes that would cover her little body. She saw this long, long line of used clothes laying on the […]