2 years back I lost 2 people in my life. One was my dad (Part One) and the other was a friend (Part Two) who worked earnestly to ensure am close to Christ. Well, this one is a little different. Read it carefully.
I knew some guy called Obi backed in the #LoveKwaStreet events where we would go to the streets and feed the hungry street kids, mingle with them, go to children homes or donate to find the homeless a home. To be honest, I never thought I would one day find myself on the streets playing and mingling with street kids, visiting a children’s home or even writing about it. I never thought I would one day push this guy to tag me along more events so that I can fully participate and write about it.
Obi doesn’t have much, but he has the heart for people. He is a likable person and the very little they collect is used to run these projects. He desires to die empty, to give all to the world and stretch his hand to the needy. I remember asking him why he has really sidelined me on #LoveKwaStreets projects when he told me that the #Carol issue has really stopped everything and it is the top priority at the moment. I never knew what this Carol issue was.
In a few weeks time, a team was up, #FriendsofCarol that took to social media with the hashtag #IStandWithCarol. They went to congregations, friends, families and strangers to raise funds for this one friend of theirs who was suffering from Lupus. With the few coins that was collected, she was sent to India for further treatment.
Still in India, Obi and his team took to every platform they had. They dug to every pocket they could, they did events and shoots to raise funds, they sold caps, T-Shirts and wristbands and worked earnestly through every available means to raise the 3.7M hospital bill. Sadly, what they collected could not amount anywhere close to this.
Read more about the call to action on Carol on a post I wrote here.
On January 10th, when the team had finally braced up and harnessed efforts to trend on Twitter, Carol passed away. This was probably the biggest shock I had received for the longest time ever. I never knew Carol, never met her but there was this connection; I felt as if she were my sister. I was neither on the #FriendsOfCarol team but I prayed for her and gave what I could. I had a sad day at work, I was asking myself, if am this hit, what of those who knew her? What of those who worked earnestly towards her return to Kenya? What about her family?
I was devastated when I saw her on this video appealing to people to contribute funds for her. I remember I never finished watching the video because it was heart-wrenching. I placed myself into her shoes. I imagined myself in and out of chemotherapy and dialysis sessions in a land far away from home. I imagined a drained family where we had sold everything we had for my medication and to this bill that accrues. I imagined lost land, lost house, lost livestock and huge debts. I imagined seeing my mother on this guest house with me in India looking at me with pale eyes giving the very sad blinks as if to wave goodbye to his only son. I imagined myself with a lost career, with no things that I really fancied most, with no strolling around the city, no more cycling in Karura, no more social life, no more Pizza hangouts nor friends to stop over to when I am bored.
I imagined the things I keep so much close. The things I can really take a bullet for. The pride I have for my efforts and little successes, the brain I have invested in, all taken away to a land yonder and here I am in front of my mother’s phone camera appealing for funds from my statesmen, heartbroken, skinny, worn out and hopeless. I took the place of Carol and tears wet my cheeks. I imagined my faith in God, the constant reminder and assurance people give me that they are praying with me and that I will be well. I imagined my pain, my new fate and maybe just maybe the thought that I might not make it alive. I asked myself the question, ‘Will I still trust in Him even when my life takes this new phase?’ I imagined all what Carol was undergoing and asked myself whether I deserved to be where I am, healthy, blessed and endowed with good things. Was I too good to have all this? Did I please God much more that He favored me? Why did I still complain to God about minor issues while I was so much blessed with much?
It was through Carol that I realized that I never deserved a thing in this world. It was through Carol that I fully realized why we should intercede for others. Carol, though I never met her, though I have never set my naked eyes on her has taught me to really thank God for everything that happens in my life and that I really need God in calm as much as in the storm. How is Carol’s story impacting your life?
Guys, the bill is still outstanding. It is sad that we are now bringing #BringCarol’sBodyHome but God’s will has to be done. He is perfect, He is sovereign and His peace transcends all human understanding. Anyone reading this I would urge you to pray for the family and most of all give all that you can for Carol. Just imagine every situation that has befell on the family; imagine a mother giving her all for the treatment of her daughter only to come back home with an outstanding bill and a coffin. Imagine Carol’s life, get life lessons and acquire virtues that will make a difference in other peoples’ lives.
M-changa pay bill number is 891300 account number : 8557.
No amount is too small to help.
You are free to share this post with friends and persuade them to donate for Carol. Thinking of where to start donating? Where to start doing charity from now on? Thinking maybe you need more information about Carol? Contact Obi on +254 726 363733
My Condolences to the family and friends of Carol. To the #FriendsOfCarol group, kudos for the efforts. Do not let this end, there’s so much you can do for many others. May her soul RIP.
These are Carol’s photos before she fell ill
Someone decided to do a video #RIPCarol