Growing up my grandpa has always been part of the who is who of a fairly popular cult. He’s risen through the ranks and is now the bishop.
I finished campo last year and have been job hunting, only getting paying-through-experience remote jobs. For me to be permanent and pensionable, my parents suggested that I move to Nairobi and try door to door CV dropping and I accepted (I didn’t have a better solution than applying on LinkedIn scam posts).
Sasa they made arrangements for me to stay with my uncle. Uncle is a staunch follower of my grandpa’s cult (so is the entire extended family from my mum’s side). The first rule he lay for me was “Hii nyumba ni ya watu wa CODAFRAWAL” (not real name) and I was like “worrd” because his house his rules.
Last Friday I was initiated and given the official church turban and kanzu. I’ve even already been promised the overall secretary position, Nairobi county. We have to attend mandatory Friday home vigil services, Sunday 5am hudumas and roadshows from 10am to 5pm. I’m yet to get a job but if things go well, I’m set to become the bishop by 2041.