My first mission to Kenya I visited a mission school for orphaned children on the Maasai land. In that culture it means either the father has died, both parents, or a child has been abandoned. As I was set to talk to the school and the children this gentle handsome man was introduced to me as Peter. His Maasai name Emukule. He would be my soft spoken interpreter that held my hand and his spirit emanated peace.
Emukule, born to an absent polygamous father and a mother who adopted abandoned street orphans, was Panyake meaning sickly child. Maasai custom dictates they be abandoned by the road or in the bush as they are cursed. Someone either rescues them or they are eaten by the wild animals.
Although Emukule’s mom had a heart she was bound by beliefs and customs of the tribe. At three years old he was abandoned for about thirteen hours. A woman from another tribe rescued and nursed him. He thrived. Now believed to be special and set apart.
Emukule’s tribe gave gifts and safe passage through their land to his rescuer.
Emukule became a moran. Rite of passage all Maasai male pass though. Circumcised with no anesthetic and no flinching! They are trained as warriors. Culmination (though illegal) they hunt and kill a simba-lion. The one who lands the killing blow gets the head and skin. Warriors carry weapons as they go about daily business.
Emukule passing through all this became a man of GOD. In the picture posted here he is studying for bible school. I am assisting him. He would patiently teach me Swahili and ways of his culture for hours. I would ply him with sweets from US. He still had to go and care for his land in the village.
I stayed for longer periods of time in Kenya and lived on a compound he became a presence. He submitted himself to my Kenya son who rescued him when he was wrongly accused imprisoned. He would clean my house, fill my water tank.
One day we were battling for the life of a very sick child. Emukule passed through my gate. He reported he saw a fully armored angel guarding. He assured me all would be well. Our child recovered within three days.
Emukule, friend and warrior, has this mama’s back. Times he would say, “Mum I am leaving. I am going to fast and pray in the mountains for you and your mission.” He would be gone for days. Oh how blessed to have a warrior servant on your team who loves and honors this mzungu (white face).
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