Growing up in East Africa makes me a third culture kid (TCK). I learned this by watching my parents and how they gave up so much material gain to spend time in a more complicated situation in East Africa. Thus it is my privilege to serve Him (or at least try my best to) in all I do. I have always believed in God and believe He is perfectly good and loving. There I went to Rift Valley Academy, made lots of friends, and built the foundations of a relationship with God. The next fourteen years of my life were mainly spent in central Kenya. The only memory I have is of my mum being worried about my dad because of all the land mines.
I remember hardly any of this because we were evacuated out (my dad stayed behind at first because he is a doctor) when I was just three. The Lord’s Resistance Army (the LRA), which was led by Joseph Kony at the time, was fighting with the government, abducting children to fight, and doing all sorts of other horrible things. We lived in a very rural place that was in the midst of a civil war (or at least civil unrest). My parents were volunteering with NGO’s In Western Uganda at the time. I was born in England just outside of Manchester, but spent the rest of my childhood in East Africa. (edit: this was a lie, most are about this length) Just a heads up that this is a lot longer than most posts will be. There is a bigger focus on the role depression has played in my life because that is what I want a lot of the content on this blog to be about.
This post is recapping that talk (sorry it is so late for those who asked for it earlier) with bits added. Thus I had to talk very quickly or cut a lot out, and I chose the latter. This was the story of my life in fifteen minutes. The word testimony usually means to testify to something, or give an account of. In February of this year I had the chance to give my testimony at an event put on by a society I am a part of at university.
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