Face-to-face with Bushiri

As I enter the gates of his larger than life ministry, anxious of an unknown future, the first thing that strikes me to the core is the perennial incoming movement of hardcore believers from all corners of the world – pregnant with hope for a miracle upon departure.

The church, I hear starts around 10am and I wander around directionless choosing to acclimatise myself with the system and culture in order to equip myself and avoid unnecessary pitfalls. This I do in remembrance of the fact that peace and security comes first from knowing your environment.