Wednesday, October 2, 2013

Terror

Even the word is awful... TERROR...A horrible, little, 6-lettered word. But the feeling of terror is much, MUCH worse. Until the 21st of September I knew about Terrorism, I knew how it must affect people, but I didn’t grasp the hold terrorism can have on ones’ life. Every aspect of life. And I didn't even experience it first-hand.


Two weeks ago my life changed. It was an ordinary Saturday and I had luckily gone upcountry to visit my friends for the weekend. After swimming in a pool, I checked my phone and found 6 missed calls and multiple messages. “Please confirm your location...Trouble in Westlands- stay clear”. WHAT? Trouble? What type of trouble? I thought.
 
The ugly truth then revealed itself.


A shopping centre about 10-15 minutes drive away from my house has been attacked by an unknown number of terrorists. They stormed the building, firing randomly at innocent shoppers and workers. The worst part was that they held the building and many, many people hostage for hours... These hours then just kept passing and turned into days. 4 very long days.


4 days of pain. 4 days of deaths. 4 days of terror. 4 days of 24/7 military choppers flying over my house and place of work. 2 mornings of hearing gunfire and explosions as I lay, crying in bed. 4. LONG. Days. VERY long days. Different news reports were saying different things. Some were saying that it was over. Some were saying there were many hostages.


It was and still is a very confusing time. It is hard to tell what the truth of the situation is. How many terrorists were inside? How many hostages? How many people are still unaccounted for? Who set off the explosions? Did the terrorists escape through an underground tunnel?

One of my shopping centres...the only place in Kenya that I could find the appropriate sprinkles for making Fairy bread....The place I was at the very Saturday before exactly the time the terrorists arrived a week later. I went to buy a new pillow and food for Jesus Helper’s. The place I used to love going to for ice cream.


I thank God that I was not there on that day. I pray for those I know who were there and had to see and experience things one should never see or hear. I pray for the children at my school whose fragile little hearts are aching. I pray for the children from school who were shot and lost parents. I pray for healing for families who lost parents, cousins, brothers, sisters, loved ones.


I have always been one to be careful of my surroundings in Kenya...but now even more so. I analyse everything. Is it safe to go to that place? Do I need to do that? Will that place be busy? Can I go at a different time? Should I go alone?


Please pray for Kenya. We are hurting here. And it cuts very deep. I also pray for people in the world who have ever experienced such horrors. I pray for those who live daily in war zones. I can only just begin to imagine the pain that they go through each day.


I could also use your prayers for sleep. I have not had a good nights’ sleep since this began. I am running on adrenaline that wore off about a week ago. I continue to try and give the children in my class a normal routine...I am trying to be the usual enthusiastic, carefree ‘Miss Ross’ who sings songs and plays games and gives hugs...But my heart is simply heavy. I know God is in control and always has His way in everything. So I pour my heart to him and take rest in knowing that he spared my life for a reason. Please continue to pray for all involved and for ultimate healing for my home. Asante Sana.
 
Peace....

 

"Peace I leave with you; my peace I give you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid". John 14:27
 
 
Waithera x

1 comment:

  1. Praying for His peace to wash over you, and for rest, so you can go and be peace for others. Thanks for sharing...

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