Kenya Tour
From Courtrooms to Crusades
MOMBASA SOUTH B · NAIROBI - HAZINA BRIDGE - RUIRU

The Opening

The St Thomas Prison Crusade had concluded, and the seven missionaries had been released on bail. Yet even in release, there was no true freedom. The bail conditions required us to report to the police station every fortnight — not out of administrative necessity, but by design. The intention was to restrict our movement and, ultimately, to prevent the preaching of the Gospel. But what was meant to contain the work of God became the very ground on which faith was tested.

Katsande, the prosecutor, employed every delaying tactic available. Her conduct went beyond incompetence; it revealed clear signs of corruption. Each postponement was not just legal delay — it was resistance. Behind the case stood Kativu, commonly known as "Half Loaf." He had once been among us. His money had been rejected because it was obtained through unclean means, yet he continued attending services while practising black magic and living in unrepentant sexual immorality. When confronted, he chose opposition over repentance. Now he stood on the other side, investing his time and resources into the case, attending every court session. His reach extended even to Social Welfare, where he arranged conditions that would prevent our children at Mushawevana Children's Home from attending Movement services. What had begun as correction had become persecution. Yet even in this, God was working. After several postponements, Captain instructed that at the next court appearance, we were to refuse any further delay. When we arrived, Katsande claimed she was ready to proceed — but once inside the courtroom, she sought yet another adjournment. This time, the plan failed. Our lawyer, Mr Masawi, was prepared. He refused the postponement, and the Magistrate, having no basis to continue the delay, was compelled to remove us from remand. We were no longer on bail. The State would now have to proceed by way of summons. What had been used to restrict us was removed. And in that decision, a door opened — not just a legal door, but a door for the Gospel.

What happened at St Thomas was not an end. It was preparation.

THE CALL

The Call to Go

At that time, the Movement was under intense pressure. The words of Reverend Nyika, spoken before his departure to glory, now stood with clarity: "This Movement will be persecuted, and it is those who would have heard the truth and left the Movement who will bring persecution." Naturally, it did not seem like the right time to leave the country. Logically, it made sense to focus on the case — resources were needed, attention was required, the situation demanded stability. But God does not move according to human logic. Where man sees danger, God sees direction. It was on a Thursday that Captain gave the instruction: flights were to be booked immediately, and crusades and revival meetings were to be organised in Kenya. There was no room for delay. Everything had to be done quickly and discreetly — there were indications that some authorities were tracking our movements. If we hesitated, the opportunity could be lost. The instruction was not to analyse. It was to obey.

 "Preach the word! Be ready in season and out of season. Convince, rebuke, exhort, with all longsuffering and teaching." — II TIMOTHY 4:2

The timing did not matter. The conditions did not matter. The instruction was enough. God had already given the places: Utange MOMBASA South B NAIROBI Hazina Bridge NAIROBI Ruiru CENTRAL KENYA These were not just locations. They were pulpits.

DEPARTURE

The bags were packed quietly. There was no announcement beforehand — it was only when we arrived for Sunday service that the Movement was informed we would be leaving that very day. There was joy. Not because the journey would be easy, but because the assignment was clear. Transport was arranged, and we proceeded to the airport with no certainty of what lay ahead. Only instruction. And obedience.

FIRST STATION

Mombasa

We flew from Harare to Mombasa via Nairobi. On arrival in Nairobi, our luggage was nowhere to be found. With a connecting flight to catch, there was no time to resolve it — we proceeded to Mombasa without our bags.

We arrived in the early hours before sunrise, and when morning came, the heat hit hard. It took its toll on our bodies, and we fell terribly ill. Yet even in this, there was provision. God had instructed that we arrive a few days before the crusade began. What had seemed like an unnecessary buffer now became essential — it gave us time to recover and acclimatise before the work started. God had already gone ahead of us. Pastor Emmanuel arrived from Nairobi with the advertising materials we had paid for and introduced us to the local host pastor, his brother Samuel. The impression given was that preparations were well underway. But when the first day of the crusade came, the reality was different. We arrived at the venue and found fewer than ten people present. Considering the investment that had gone into advertising, it was evident the resources had not been properly used. Before this mission, we had spent months preaching in Macheke and Headlands — small business centres serving farming communities. At times, only children attended. At times, no one attended at all. Yet we still preached. So when we saw the situation in Mombasa, we were not moved.

 The assignment was not based on attendance. It was based on obedience. Captain preached. He did not adjust the message because of the numbers or hold back because of the size of the crowd. The Word was delivered with the same weight and conviction as if thousands were present.

Throughout the meetings, Pastor Samuel's wife, Irene, attended faithfully and was deeply touched by the preaching. She invited her mother to the Saturday evening service, and during that service, something happened that could not be manufactured. While Captain was preaching, the presence of God became evident. Someone who had been listening from inside their house came out and stood openly, unable to remain hidden. Others responded — some came forward without shame. Captain prayed for them. This was significant. The area was known as a stronghold of ancestral worship, yet God was drawing people — not through numbers, not through organisation, but through His presence.

Sunday service in Mombasa was well attended. Newcomers came specifically to hear Captain preach. Yet something was evident beneath the surface: church politics were present. And where there is politics, there is division. Irene sought private counsel and spoke openly — acknowledging that the church lacked real leadership. Her husband Samuel's struggle to make firm decisions was not, as had been assumed, a matter of personality. It was resistance to holiness. A lukewarm environment allows weakness to remain. Captain addressed the matter directly. Holiness is not sustained by intention — it is sustained by commitment. The issue was not attendance or structure. It was the standard. With that, we said our goodbyes. We were leaving the following morning.

SECOND STATION

Nairobi — South B

We arrived at Jomo Kenyatta International Airport. Pastor Emmanuel was unable to collect us, so we made our own way to the accommodation — not difficult, as Kenyans are generally friendly and willing to assist.

We had a three-day break before the crusade, meant for preparation. Pastor Emmanuel had committed to door-to-door evangelism, and we had invested in flyers and banners for the same purpose.

When the time came, we travelled by Uber to South B. The environment was immediately evident. It was a slum — densely populated, overcrowded, unhygienic. But this did not deter us. Captain had often said that the Gospel begins at the bottom so that revival can reach all. It was no surprise that God would send us to one of Nairobi's most densely populated areas.

We were introduced to Reverend John Mwalimu, presented to us as the pastor connected to the work at Hazina Bridge.

When the time came to begin, Pastor Emmanuel hesitated — the attendance was low, in direct contrast to what he had assured us. But our instruction was not based on numbers. We insisted the service begin immediately. Captain preached. The setting was not ideal — carpenters, workers, and passersby moved constantly through the area. During the altar call, one man came forward, visibly under the influence of alcohol. Naturally, questions arose about the sincerity of his response. But one truth remained: even one soul matters.

Then something else unfolded. During translation, Pastor Emmanuel spoke at length in Swahili, and several people came forward. At first this appeared to be a positive response. But it soon became clear that something was not right. The call had been altered — they had not been called to repentance. They had been called forward for "blessings." What appeared to be a response was, in reality, manipulation. We preach a holiness message. We understand that it does not attract crowds easily — it confronts, it exposes, it demands repentance. Because of this, even if only one person genuinely responds, the mission is fulfilled.

On the second day, the pattern continued. Pastor Emmanuel mobilised women by promising gifts after the service. The praise was energetic and the atmosphere lively. When the Word was preached, the atmosphere shifted. Joy turned to reflection. The Word began to divide — as it is written, it is a double-edged sword.

Captain gave the altar call. No one responded. Then, after further intervention through translation, some came forward again under the promise of receiving something. After the service, Bibles were distributed. Many appeared disappointed. They had expected material gifts. Instead, they received the Word. Where people are drawn by incentives, they expect rewards. Where people are drawn by truth, they seek transformation.

By day three, something had changed. There was no dramatic increase in numbers, but there was quiet attention. People were listening — not openly, but carefully, like Nicodemus coming by observation rather than declaration. During the preaching, a man began shouting violently in opposition. The situation escalated quickly, and at one point it appeared that Captain might be physically attacked. But he did not stop. He continued preaching — calmly, firmly — until the man fell silent. The Word stood.

After finishing, Captain made the altar call. This time, he deliberately stepped away from the podium before Pastor Emmanuel could alter the call. No one came forward. And in that moment, everything was confirmed. The earlier responses had not been genuine — they had been manufactured. Now that there was nothing to be gained, there was no response. The grand finale was on a Sunday. In the morning, we attended service at Brooke of Life Church — Pastor Emmanuel's church, visited in 2021. The contrast was visible. The number of congregants had dropped significantly. Among them was Sister Mary, one of two people Captain had prayed for in 2021 to receive employment. She testified that she had since obtained a teaching position at an elite private school. Brother Felix was also present. This confirmed something: the Word does not return void. Even when time passes, the fruit remains.

The final service had the highest attendance of all the days. The chairs were now fully occupied. A political meeting was taking place inside the hall, and we faced resistance when trying to access the power source. Captain recognised it immediately — these were not just logistical issues, but attempts to delay the work. We proceeded regardless.

When the preaching began, the presence of God became evident. Then the PA system stopped working. But it did not halt the meeting. Captain continued preaching without it, demonstrating what he had always taught: the Gospel does not depend on equipment. The apostles had no sound systems, yet they preached to thousands. The authority of the message is not in amplification — it is in truth. Eventually the system was restored, but by then it no longer mattered. The Word had already gone forth.

⚖ INTERRUPTION

The Warrant of Arrest

While the South B crusade had ended with strong momentum, the situation in Zimbabwe had not disappeared. A warrant of arrest had been issued in my name because I had been absent from a court session. I had to fly back to Zimbabwe, leaving Captain alone in Kenya. I arrived in Zimbabwe in the early hours and went straight to court. God was with us. The Magistrate simply cancelled the warrant and postponed the matter to a date that would allow me to return to Kenya. ✈ This became another lesson: the work of God must not wait for perfect conditions. Court cases, threats, warrants, and fear cannot become excuses when God has already given an instruction. T HI RD STATION

THIRD STATION

Hazina Bridge

The location itself spoke before we even began. It was a dump site. Garbage was scattered throughout the area. The bridge connected two slums, and there was constant movement of people. It was not a place where one could expect people to stand comfortably and listen for long. Naturally, it made no sense. "Are not Abana and Pharpar, the rivers of Damascus, better than all the waters of Israel? Could I not wash in them and be clean?" — 2 KINGS 5:12 The problem was not the instruction. It was the expectation. Captain had been told clearly: at this place, we would not get souls coming back to God. There would be no visible response. Yet we were to go and preach. This was difficult to understand. If there would be no response, why go? If there would be no harvest, why preach? But the instruction was clear. We had not come to measure results. We had come to obey. People passed by. Some stood at a distance, listened briefly, and moved on. There was no gathering, no visible response, no indication that anything was happening. Yet the Gospel was preached in full, without compromise.

REINFORCEMENT

The Arrival of Mai Rev

During this time, Mai Rev joined us in Kenya. Her arrival brought stability. When she observed the setup, something became clear — there was a desire to have meetings as a means of gain. Shortcuts had been taken, decisions had been made with financial outcomes in mind. This explained much of what we had seen. It was not a lack of opportunity. It was a lack of willingness to do what God required.

SUNDAY SERVICE

Brooke of Life

 On Sunday morning, we attended service at Brooke of Life Church. The service felt arranged rather than established — people had been called to gather, but it was not their regular pattern. During the service, Mai Rev was given an opportunity to testify, and she spoke openly. She testified that she had struggled with pornography. She did not hide it. She explained how it had affected her life and her walk with God, but also testified of deliverance — through the teaching of holiness, through repentance, through instruction. She made it clear: this was not instant. It was a process of continual sanctification, underpinned by honesty and obedience. As she spoke, the congregation listened. This was not a common testimony, especially from the wife of a man of God. The truth pierced. It removed excuses. It made clear that the message being preached was not theoretical — it was practical. No one could say, "This cannot be overcome."

THE TURN

The Final Service

After lunch, we returned to Hazina Bridge for the final crusade meeting. Up to that point, no one had responded. Then another truth was revealed — Mwalimu did not have a functioning church. Only two people had come from his supposed congregation. What had appeared organised was not real. But the Word does not only go to the audience. It goes to everyone present, including the organisers. And this is where everything changed. There was a young girl. Minna. She had been with us from the beginning — starting at the South B crusade, serving as part of the choir. She had been present throughout, listening, observing. And over time, something had been happening. The Word had been working. Her dressing had begun to change. Her posture had begun to change. Her response had begun to change. On that final day, she raised her hand. She wanted Christ.

What if we had said, "This place is not suitable"? What if we had refused to come because it was a dump site? Then Minna would not have had that moment. God is willing to move nations — for one soul. The cost of the mission, the travel, the instruments, the advertising, the effort — all of it, for one life. This was not inefficiency. This was love.

 REVELATION

Exposure

As the meeting continued, Mwalimu began to speak — and in doing so, he exposed himself. He confessed his past: prison, his previous life. In that moment, what had been hidden was revealed. It became clear that he had been positioned, not established.

"For there is nothing hidden that will not be disclosed, and nothing concealed that will not be brought to light." — MARK 4:22

Hazina Bridge was not about crowds. It was about revelation. The crusade came to an end — not with numbers, not with visible success, but with understanding. Hazina Bridge was not a failure. It was a revelation.

FOURTH STATION

Ruiru

After Hazina Bridge, our focus shifted to Ruiru. We packed our bags and relocated, as both the crusade and the revival meetings were to be held there. From the moment we arrived, something was different. Our host, Simon, was organised. There was structure. There was preparation. There was expectation. The contrast with what we had experienced before was immediate.

Hope TV — A Door Opens

Early Tuesday morning, the day after our arrival, we had to travel back to Nairobi for an interview on Hope TV Kenya. At the time, we did not understand the significance of the invitation — ignorance is bliss, as they say. It was only when we informed Simon that we realised its weight. He was visibly excited and explained how rare such an opportunity was. When the interview began, Captain did not adjust the message. He lifted the name of Jesus high and preached sanctification and holiness without compromise. This was unusual, especially for a media platform. The presenters themselves were affected — they were not accustomed to hearing such a direct message, certainly not from someone so young. At that moment, it seemed like just an interview. But it was more than that. It was a door. The recording began to circulate — going beyond Kenya. In time, churches in Europe would come across it, and what they heard opened doors for the Gospel to be preached in places we had not planned. At the time, we did not see the full extent of it. But God had already gone ahead.

DAY ONE

The Word Takes Hold

 Back in Ruiru, the first day of the crusade arrived. A large banner stretched across the road, giving visibility to the meeting. A well-branded stage had been constructed by Mr Nice, one of the elders in the church — a blessing when those who are part of the work use their hands to build for God. When we arrived in the evening, it was clear that Pastor Gathua was concerned. He had put his reputation on the line by hosting the crusade, and his body language showed it. To manage this, Captain was initially given Kamua to interpret into Swahili — a form of control, so that if the preaching was not satisfactory, there would be room to adjust. But when the preaching began, everything changed. The power of God came down. The Word began to work. And Pastor Gathua could not remain where he was. He went up onto the stage and took over the interpretation himself. What began as caution turned into participation. He did not just interpret — he responded. He echoed. He mirrored Captain's gestures. At one point, if not for the Bible in Captain's hand, it would have been difficult to tell who was leading. The Word had taken control.

DAY TWO

Increase and Harvest

 On day two, deliberate effort was made to increase awareness. A truck was hired for a roadshow, and the team moved through the streets of Ruiru announcing the crusade. People came out to see what was happening — some followed, some responded immediately to prayer — and even before the evening meeting, it was clear that something had begun. When we arrived at the venue that evening, the numbers had increased significantly. The Word was preached — unchanged, uncompromised. And then came the altar call. This time, the response was different. Many came forward. So many that Captain called me to assist in praying for those who had responded — something that had not happened before.

"When they had done this, they caught so many fish that their net began to break. They called to their partners in the other boat to come and help them…" — LUKE 5:6–7

 It was not the organisation. It was not the roadshow. It was God. The response was beyond what I had imagined — because this message requires something difficult: to admit sin, to face God's standard. And yet, they came. One thing was made clear: God brings the harvest.

SUNDAY MORNING

Hunger

On Sunday morning, before the grand finale, we attended service at Apostolic Faith Church, Pastor Gathua's church. Some members had not attended the crusade, but after hearing Captain preach that morning, something shifted. The message of holiness was not what they were used to — but it stirred them. There was desire. A hunger. Those who had missed the earlier meetings prepared themselves for the evening, and anticipation began to build.

THE FINALE

Distortion and Restoration

The service began in the evening, and with the crowds came pressure. Gospel ministers had been paid to come and sing. When people are paid, the focus shifts — from ministering to God to impressing those who have paid. Ministers exceeded their time. Even Pastor Gathua was carried away. What had begun as a crusade was now at risk of becoming a performance. The people were being entertained, not prepared. Seeing this, I called Simon aside and explained what was happening. He understood immediately — paying people had created a false environment. It exhausted the congregation and took time away from the Word. But God did not allow the meeting to be lost. When Captain rose to preach, everything shifted. The presence of God took control. Distraction faded, fatigue lifted, attention returned. What man had begun to distort, God restored. The response was strong. People came forward, and even Simon joined Captain in praying for them. This was no longer performance. This was ministry.

FROM PREACHING TO TEACHING

The Revival

After the message, the challenge was given: to live a holy life. But it became clear that hearing is not enough. People needed to be taught how to live what they had heard. A revival conference was organised at Apostolic Faith Church — not to gather crowds, but to build lives. Teaching would now take the place of excitement. Instruction would follow proclamation. The revival was scheduled to begin on Friday. We were already accustomed to daily services, so when we learned that Apostolic Faith Church also held daily meetings, we simply attended — without informing Pastor Gathua beforehand. When we arrived, something unexpected happened. Pastor Gathua, upon seeing Captain, said that he could no longer preach. He felt Captain should take the service. But Captain declined the need for preparation — he had been taught by Reverend F.M. Nyika that the Word is not something to be prepared as a performance, but something to be received and delivered as God gives it. He said he would teach from the very verse that Pastor Gathua had intended to use. As he began, it became evident to everyone present: this was not rehearsed. This was inspired. The teaching was clear, direct, and penetrating. From glory to glory, it went deeper, until the root of sin was addressed. Those listening could not remain comfortable — even those who considered themselves already established in the faith began to examine themselves. Simon's wife, Karol, expressed it plainly: even if you are already born again, when Captain preaches, you begin to feel as though you are not. This was not condemnation. It was conviction.

The revival continued, day after day, and the effect became visible. Truth began to take shape — not as words, but as action. People stopped pretending. They began to confront their lives, to seek true salvation and true sanctification. This was not excitement. This was transformation.

THE TEST

The Final Day On the final day of the revival, a Sunday, something unexpected occurred. Pastor Gathua received a visitor from America. The head office of Apostolic Faith expected that the visiting pastor would be given the main sermon — a situation that would have disrupted what God had been doing. But God gave wisdom. Pastor Gathua made a decision: there would be two sermons. The visiting pastor would preach first, then Captain would follow. This preserved both order and the work of God. When Captain preached, the same depth remained — the same conviction, the same clarity. The work was not interrupted. What had begun as a crusade had become a transformation.

THE FRUIT

The Result

The impact of the revival was evident — not in numbers, but in change. Pastor Gathua made a statement that carried weight: "Bishop, you are free to minister at any time on this altar." In most places we had been, the response to the message of holiness was resistance. Often, doors close after such preaching. But here it was different. A relationship had been established, and the fruit of that relationship would not be immediate — but it would come.

The Conclusion

Looking back at the journey, it became clear that this mission was never about convenience. It was about obedience — from courtrooms to crusades, from resistance to response, from empty gatherings to overflowing altars. God remained consistent throughout. Mombasa Numbers do not matter. God moves in individuals. South B What is manufactured will always be exposed. Hazina Bridge Obedience is greater than results. Ruiru God brings the harvest — and teaches how to sustain it. The Gospel was preached — not in ideal conditions, but in real ones. There were court cases, warrants, opposition, manipulation, and resistance. None of it stopped the work, because the work was never dependent on conditions. It was dependent on obedience. The Gospel does not require perfect conditions. It only requires obedience. And where there is obedience, God will always bring the harvest — whether seen or unseen.