Every Sunday, he walked past the small iron-roofed church where Pastor John Muyizzi preached. He heard the singing. He saw the joy. But he would sneer and say to his son, "These poor people have nothing. They sing because they have nothing to lose. But for a man like me? To follow God? Ekyo kya Mbeera Nene. That is a big price."
And as the rains finally came, washing the dust from the hills, Pastor John Muyizzi stood at the pulpit and declared to the congregation:
"Waswa," the pastor said softly, "you have been asking the wrong question. You keep asking, 'Mbeera ya ki?' — 'What is the price?' But God is not a market stall. You cannot bargain with the Creator."
Tewali Mbeera Nene By Pr John Muyizzi May 2026
Every Sunday, he walked past the small iron-roofed church where Pastor John Muyizzi preached. He heard the singing. He saw the joy. But he would sneer and say to his son, "These poor people have nothing. They sing because they have nothing to lose. But for a man like me? To follow God? Ekyo kya Mbeera Nene. That is a big price."
And as the rains finally came, washing the dust from the hills, Pastor John Muyizzi stood at the pulpit and declared to the congregation: Tewali Mbeera Nene by Pr John Muyizzi
"Waswa," the pastor said softly, "you have been asking the wrong question. You keep asking, 'Mbeera ya ki?' — 'What is the price?' But God is not a market stall. You cannot bargain with the Creator." Every Sunday, he walked past the small iron-roofed