My name is Kantono Rinnet, and I am 12 years old.
I was age eight when my parents died in 2018. Relatives began mistreating me by forcing me to carry a 20-liter Jerry can to fetch water from long distances. I also collected firewood every day and did the cooking food for a big family.
I was abused physically and mentally when I was denied access to education as my age mates were attending schools. As for me, I was home doing all domestic works when I was only nine years old. This forced me onto the streets of Uganda in a village called Bugembe. I used to beg people to get food to eat.
That is where I first met Ms. Namusobya of the God’s Mercy Orphanage Home. I thank God that she gave me new clothes and also brought me food and drinks.
I went back to the street where I used to beg. A week after, very early in the morning (I remember it was 3rd/ February/2019), my life was saved by this kind and loving lady.
I thank God each and every day for bringing such a beautiful Angel into my life. Now I have started school, I get better treatment, we eat on time, we sleep well.
Thank you, Jesus.
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I remember being in church and going up to the altar and crying. I was so tired of the life I was living. I needed help. I felt a sense of peace at that time and knew that if this Jesus thing can work for some of these other guys, then it can definitely work for me.
I said to myself, “Why should anyone envy me and want to be in my shoes?”
God has led me to amazing places in my life, so let me explain how God led me from South Carolina to Kenya.
We built the first church with great difficulty. We went back to the States and the board asked us to become mission staff with the Outreach Foundation. That was 25 years ago, just about, and we’ve gotten more involved with Kenya as days and years went on.
I am a chef by profession. I’m happy because I do what I love. Now I work at Villadise Tours and Safaris, where I meet so many different people coming from far. Being helpful is just a blessing to other people.
Then God started tugging on my heart. There was a church sermon series that was about taking your God-given dream off the shelf. I was like, “I don’t know what my dream is. God, if you have a dream for me you’re going to have to tell me what it is.”