I come from a family of non-Christians, though humanly speaking I was a good moral person. In terms of church gathering, I was worshiping with United Church of Zambia (UCZ) and being a good girl. I followed my friends and joined the Girl Guides, since there was no one going to church at home. With time I was given a leadership role. In spite of this involvement in church activities, my life was feeling empty, because I had no Christ in my life.

In 1984, my dad retired on medical grounds from the mines and we went to the village Nakonde in Muchinga province. There I still continued with my religion. In 1988, I was called to live with my uncle, who was a teacher at Chamboli Secondary School. He was not a Christian and he did not like the idea of born again Christians coming to share the word of God with me. He perceived Christians as people who are stranded for money or just looking for marriages in church.

In 1989, when I passed to go to grade 8 at Chamboli Secondary School, I met some Scripture Union members who invited me to go and attend fellowship. One of my friends, Rhoda Nakawala, would always share the gospel to me but I did not take it seriously. I was invited to Scripture Union and there my history teacher, Mr. Indala, was preaching from John 3:16 about the love of God for the world. It was this unique love of God that cut my heart and led me to think about my own life. I could not imagine how God could give his one and only Son to the world to save them from their sins. I gave my life to the Lord.

A number of Christians would make follow ups and teach me the Bible. Among them was my mathematics teacher, Mr. Mukuyamba, and many other children of God. After conversion, I changed churches, following where my friend Rhoda was fellow-shipping. I started going to a Pentecostal church, Living Water Tabernacle. Here I enjoyed good fellowship and grew in the things of God. I was reading the Bible and was involved in the choir group and I was also a youth leader.

My life was very tough after being born again. My uncle became the source of persecution, as he did not want my Christian friends coming home to encourage me in the things of God. He was not happy, for he thought they were responsible for the change of life I had now found in Christ Jesus. At times he would chase me from home and I would go and stay at one of our pastors’ home for some time.

In February 1997, I was accepted to Nursing School in Mansa, and that is where I met Mr. Kawambale as a friend. Because I was late to be admitted in school that year, the principle offered me a job as an accounts clerk, awaiting the next enrollment in June 1997. I took the job and was given living quarters where I was staying. It was during this time that I was invited to Mansa Central Baptist Church by Mr Kawambale, and this day he was the one preaching. Though there was no praise and worship, as we would call it at Pentecostal Church, yet the order of service and the preaching of God’s word was very good, and I decided to continue fellow-shipping with the Baptists. That is how I found myself among the Baptists. This is my personal testimony. Thank you.