I never lived on my own, I’ve always lived in community or in homes with families. That’s how I was raised. I grew up in Mombasa, Kenya, in a community called Frere Town, started by missionaries for rescued slaves. My great father was one of them. We were a Christian community. We worked together, played together, and went to church twice a day. I had a very happy and content life. Many years later, I was invited to come to the United States to learn how to minister and evangelize. Then I started a new career as a live-in nanny or caregiver for elderly people. In 2017, however, I faced my worst fear. I could no longer work, and suddenly I was alone and homeless. I prayed to God … and God heard my prayers.