Back in time, when I had just come to Kla, I stayed with my sister. We had lost our parents and did not have means. She would leave me with little or no money. I would buy a small pint of water and popcorn for breakfast and lunch. In the evening, I would run to a nearby Church which cooked for the community and would line up for some pilao. I told myself when I grew older I would feed the hungry. Rukundo Egumeho kitchen exists to do that. We curate weekly meals and identify a community to bless. We also eat together as a church community. In Acts 2: the early church met daily to pray, read the word of God and break bread.

During the Covid 19 lockdown, I fell sick. I was staying alone on top of a hill. As I crawled to reach the pot and draw some drinking water, I promised God if/when He healed me, I would ...