We went to Kenya to find a bride

My current conversation starter for anyone I meet who knows John is, “Do you know John is now married?” It never fails. The responses range from shock to dismay to doubt to joy! And yet, the best part isn’t that John is married, but that a most amazing woman decided that he is the king she’s been waiting for. Wise woman. John is an amazing man. A go getter. A drink deep or taste not kinda bloke. Amazing chap with one major flaw- He can’t dance. I cannot dance but John cannot dance AT ALLLLL.

When Pastor Pete yelled “Oga, move your waist” as the couple had their first dance (sorry, I don’t have pictures. I was busy being a pastor then), I knew even a supernatural touch from above could not save John. Dancing isn’t in his destiny. If King David had been like John, the ark of God would never have reached Jerusalem. The brother can’t dance.

I didn’t go to Kenya as a photographer. I didn’t go to photograph John’s wedding. I went to bless it as his pastor. Pastor Joe, my travel companion, is also a medical doctor. He and his amazing wife Ayegs counseled the couple.. On our flight, one of the passenger’s enemies decided to try and see if they could nudge him to join his ancestors. After a couple of announcements for a doctor, I saw Pastor Joe switch hats and go to his rescue. What I didn’t know then was that he was nursing a terrible migraine himself. What a selfless man.

Kojo was the angel God has sent ahead of us to prepare for us. He was a fantastic host, and introduced us to aspects of Nairobi life I had never experienced before.

This wedding wasn’t in Cana of Galilee, it was in Voi, a red-earth, quiet community of beautiful women and wild life in Taita-Taveta County in Southern Kenya.

My brother John got us to travel over 6,000km for love; and it is a small price to pay.