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The Ripple Effects of Small Things is Extraordinary

the ripple effects of small things is extraordinary

There is no time I have ever left juvenile prison and felt I was doing anything that matters. I always leave feeling what I am doing is throwing pebbles that don’t cause a ripple effect in the expansive ocean of guilt, confusion and loss that most of the boys I work with have found themselves in. Trust me, I am completely out of depth and feel like I am swimming in the deep end where killer sharks abound in plenty. Because of this, I am running for my life.

Were it not for the fact that I am born-again and fully dependent on God’s Holy Spirit, I would have folded my swimming gear and stopped swimming. I am thankful for the favour, peace and joy that God has blessed me with. I am also thankful that despite all the challenges that comes with my work, God has given me the strength, courage and the divine provision that surpasses my limited human knowledge, understanding and wisdom.

The simplest of tasks are often the most difficult

When I started working with the boys back in July 2012, my focus was on getting more money. I did this thinking money would be a perfect solution. However, and with time, I lost my job in the process and had to go through the most difficult phase in my life. There were many times I would walk, hungry and thirsty, to the prison on foot.

I remember a time Pascal Mititi, a friend of mine came visiting and wanted to meet my boys and see what I was doing at the juvenile prison. I was staying at Ayany Estate by then. Because I did not have food in the house, Pascal had to spend all he had, except his bus fare back to Mombasa, so we could have something to put on the table.

The next morning, Pascal and I left the house for the prison. We called and met Hosea Omondi somewhere in Karanja then the three of us walked to the Nairobi Remand and Allocation Prison in Industrial Area. Because we had to take short cuts through the railway, we had to contend with the human waste packaged and strewn all over the railway in paper bags. I personally could barely contain myself.

The stench mixed with the humid air was unbearable. I don’t know what stopped me from vomiting the breakfast I had taken a few hours before. The trek to prison was made more unbearable to Pascal and I due to the fact that we were wearing leather shoes. Hosea was the only one who was wearing sport shoes which were more comfortable. two hours later, the three of us arrived at the prison, dirty, thirsty and sweating like pigs.

I used to carry a list of the 100 boys I had originally met when I first begun meeting the boys. The list had the names of the boys, court dates, names of parents and the parent’s phone numbers. From this list, we would read and report the phone conversations we had had with a few of the parents. We found the most joy when we heard that a few of the boys had left prison and rejoined their families after our intervention.

We would then spend the rest of our allocated time praying and doing nothing else other than sit on the floor with the boys and spend quality time. Most of the time we would sit on bed mattresses where bed bugs roamed and eggs waited to hatch and listen to the boys. I don’t know what the boys saw in us. But with time, God begun doing marvelous things. The parents and the people the boys had wronged started visiting the boys, forgiving them and getting them out of prison. The most amazing thing was that most of the boys we worked with left prison and stopped engaging in crime.

And because I lacked and didn’t have enough money I learned a very valuable lesson. It would have not been possible for me to learn those valuable lessons if I had had the kind of money I had thought would have made me more effective. There were numerous occasions when I was locked out of my house due to rent arrears. I also lacked food and other than asking the caretaker to ‘please open the door and allow me to stay because I had nowhere else to go‘, I would also ask the caretaker to give me flour and money to buy kerosene and vegetables. This may seem to be fiction to some of you. However, Jared Junior and Wanjoki aka The Man Upstairs knows what I am talking about.

Fast forward to the present

Thankfully, God cushioned me through the tough times and I am glad I went through that. I am not working with 100 boys anymore. However, when I get bar soap, slippers, underwear and shaving resources, then I target the whole group of juvenile prisoners which totals to about 200. I have chosen to work with 14 – and have room for 6 more – boys. Much as this is a small group, I still leave Lifesong Kenya’s weekly sessions feeling I have done nothing.

Spending time with the boys, accompanying them to court, calling their families and the people they have wronged seem like very small things. But they matter the most to my boys who expect us to accomplish them. Yet this is still not enough. That is why I woke up with a very heavy heart, until Charles Manene sent me a message on Facebook.

“You are doing a very good job with our boys,” he said. “Congratulations bro.”
“Why do you say that?” I asked, fishing for a reason why I should feel inadequate.
“I just listen to them when you leave and hear what they say about what you are teaching them,” replied.
“Wow, I didn’t know that! Most of the times I leave feeling I am doing nothing that matters,” I said.
“Why bro?” he asked. “I would like you to know it is very important to change one boy at a time, rather than change none! Even Jesus talked of one lost sheep.”

“Thanks for this Charles,” I said, relief flooding my heart.

“When you feel weary that’s when your miracle is near the door,” he said. “Kindly press on.”
“I will sir, thanks a lot.”


26 Brothers and sisters, think of what you were when you were called. Not many of you were wise by human standards; not many were influential; not many were of noble birth. 27 But God chose the foolish things of the world to shame the wise; God chose the weak things of the world to shame the strong. 28 God chose the lowly things of this world and the despised things—and the things that are not—to nullify the things that are, 29 so that no one may boast before him. 30 It is because of him that you are in Christ Jesus, who has become for us wisdom from God—that is, our righteousness, holiness and redemption.

1 Corinthians 1:26-30

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Fundraising Progress Update

Having Kelvin Hondo as part of our fundraising running team is a blessing from God

It is one thing to raise funds when you have a network that you built in college or university. It is entirely different when you are a graduate of Home Grown University and the connections you make are limited to social media accounts. I used to think that getting 100 bob from each Facebook friend would fund my work with boys in juvenile prison. Well, thankfully it didn’t take me that long to learn how wrong I was!

Much as fundraising is a necessary component of my work, it is the least favourite on my to-do list. For starters, I don’t know how best to ask other than simply asking. Raising funds for a cause is no cup of tea, especially on social media. I believe the likes of John Wollwerth, Jane Anyango, Eric Simba, Oluoch Clifford, Carl Hughes and Julius Wangore will concur with me.

Secondly, I believe that I will be able to raise enough resources from my writing and trust that God will bring clients who will be willing to pay and support my work with Lifesong Kenya. Indeed all the funding I have been able to raise from running and Facebook is God’s doing and confirmation that He is a divine provider who defies all human understanding and reasoning.

Depending on blind faith and belief in God

I am depending on blind faith and belief that God will bring people by divine appointment. I believe that this is the only way I will get the following category of people:-

  • writing clients through Candid Writers
  • children to sign up for holiday reading camps
  • individual and corporate sponsors for running and triathlon events

Latest fundraising progress report

We recently took part in the Lukenya Trails Run where Kelvin Hondo, Elisha Maketa, Jared Junior and I managed to raise a total of Kshs. 23, 000. This will enable Lifesong Kenya to run its program at the juvenile prison for the next 3 months. We will be able to conduct the following activities:-

  • visit and spend time with the boys at the prison
  • engage the boys in bead work and entrepreneurial skills
  • accompany some of the boys to court
  • call and trace families and the people the boys have wronged

In conclusion

Despite the daily challenges we face in our work, I am optimistic and confident. I know, beyond a shadow of doubt that God has got us covered. He is the One Who is turning what used to be a solo project run by an individual into a team effort. He is bringing the right people into the team.

By having Kelvin and Elisha in our running and cycling team, God is building our vision, one brick at a time. We already have our eyes set on cycling and running on June 1st as a team. Our duty is to continue working, praying and trusting God to sustain Lifesong Kenya and our juvenile prison program.

Feel free to reach out to us. There are numerous ways you, friends, family and institution can get involved. Every contribution – material and finances – counts. Now only will you be empowering Lifesong Kenya to meet the needs of boys in juvenile prison, you will also be equipping 200 boys to become men of conscience, character and courage.

fundraising report

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Hanging On a Shoe String of Hope

Hanging On a Shoe String of Hope

“Hello James, did you go to court on Tuesday?” Sister Bertina asked this morning. I have been dreading this call and anything else to do with my work with the boys in juvenile prison.

“No, I didn’t,” I replied, and all of sudden the pain and remorse I have been feeling since that fateful Tuesday afternoon when I failed to attend Diamond’s court case set in. I swallowed in pain, stammering in the process, a blanked of heaviness hanging over my weary head.

“What happened? Are you alright?” she asked, when I hesitated.

“I attended a meeting in pursuit of resources I have been chasing for the past few months,” I replied. “However, I didn’t receive anything other than promises to look into it in the near future. Because I have been down this road so many times, I should have known better than to miss Diamond’s court case!”

“Don’t be too hard on yourself James,” Sister Bertina, an experienced social worker, replied. “We get strung along by people in this business of begging on behalf of the people we seek to help. Take heart and do not despair.”

“Thanks for your reassurance,” I said. “Would you like to speak to Diamond tomorrow when I see him?”

“Yes, alert me when you are there,” she said. “I was also calling to let you know that I can’t find Diamond’s mom on phone. I don’t know where she is right now or if she made it for Diamond’s court case.”

“I’ll find out and update you tomorrow.”

“Please be strong for those boys,” Sister Bertina continued. “The images of what I saw in prison still linger in my mind and I am going to continue praying for you.”

Hanging on a shoe string and hoping for the best

There is no single day that I don’t reach out to one more person, organization or institution asking for partnership. Because my original plan has always been using part of my income as a content writer and reading club to conduct Lifesong Kenya’s activities, asking for financial help isn’t top on my to-do list. This being so, I seldom know how to ‘package’ proposals and promoting my work with the boys in juvenile prison. Besides, how can I package my ability and willingness to spend time with the boys?

Like Patty Liston, Standing With Boys president, said when she visited with us, only the LORD knows what kind of work you are doing with these boys. And He alone can give you strength to continue interacting with these boys.

And indeed, God has been faithful. I am not, financially speaking, where I used to be after quitting my job to work as a full time volunteer. I am now able to earn from my writing while my reading club is taking shape. My fundraising through running half marathons and triathlons is also bearing fruit. It is only a matter of time before my income generating ideas fully blossom. This has given me personal fulfillment. What seemed to be wishful thinking is finally becoming a reality and making sense to me and the people closest to me.

Final thoughts

Much as failing to get more resources from a potential partner is a setback, I will keep using my latest failure as a launching pad towards success. There are lots of valuable lessons to be learned, especially by me, concerning everything that is happening. I feel, deep in my heart, that the lessons are adding value to my life as a man, husband, father and visionary leader of the young men God has brought into my life.

Who knows, the next phone call could be from a contact I made a long time ago asking for resource. As I keep waiting, I feel like a man who is hanging on a shoe string and hoping for the best. Because it is a matter I have diligently prayed for I am going to completely trust God and leave the rest to Him. And just as I am about to sign off, my phone rings! It is a new number. Allow me to pick it up and update you tomorrow…

“You may say I’m a dreamer, but I’m not the only one. I hope someday you’ll join us. And the world will live as one.”

― John Lennon, Imagine

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Running and Staying On Course

Don’t be fooled by smiles shadowing the pain, sweat and tears that comes with running

Kelvin, Jared and I were up way before our alarm went off at 3:30 AM. We had barely slept 5 hours. But it was okay with me. However, because my wife wasn’t available to drive us, I knew driving, to and from Lukenya, after running 20K wasn’t going to be an easy task. Listening and dancing to Fantasia’s I Made It while taking a shower, taking breakfast and thinking about the journey ahead made it bearable.

After a short prayer from my wife, it was time to hit the road. The Eastern Bypass at 4:20 AM is a beautiful stretch of road that is a different cup of tea whenever Elisha and I ride our bikes on it. And by the we drove off the Mombasa Highway and onto the dirt road leading to Lukenya Hills, it was still dark.


Looking back to Lukenya Trails Run 2016

Unlike the 2016 edition when we arrived 48 minutes after the run had started, I was glad we had arrived at 6 AM. We therefore had plenty of time to pick our tags, network and check out our ‘competition’. In 2016, I didn’t have such a luxury since everyone had had a 48 minutes head start and by the time I finally started running, 7 more minutes had ticked off.

Running alone, and following hundreds of shoe steps that had erased the markings, was the hardest run I have ever run. And with my underwear and the pair of shorts I was wearing cutting into my fleshy thighs, my run wasn’t a stroll in the park. By the time I crossed the finish line and fell into my wife’s welcoming arms, there was blood gushing from my thighs and down my feet. My toes and heels were on fire while no amount of water could quench my thirst.

I used last year’s run to reflect on whether or not I needed to continue working as a full time Lifesong Kenya volunteer with boys in juvenile prison. In fact, that is what I focused on throughout 2016. In the end, God spoke clearly to me, through a number of people, signs and personal convictions. I have already resumed my work as a full time volunteer and enjoying every challenge that comes with it.

I am now in a position where I am able to find and get clients for my online writing, reading club and the various income generating ideas I have. I am also getting a number of organizations and people interested in partnering and supporting Lifesong Kenya and its effort to empower boys from all works of lives.

Thinking about a tray of eggs and groundnuts


Having Kelvin, Elisha and Jared by my side me gave me more courage to keep believing and trusting God

“James, what should be our strategy tomorrow?” Elisha had asked the night before.

“I expect a top position from Kelvin and you,” I replied. “Jared will grow our network by sharing our work and vision for boys with those who will be willing to give him a listening ear.”

“Alright!” Kelvin exclaimed.

“Above all else, let’s all have fun and know this is for a good cause,” I said. “This doesn’t mean the run is going to be easy. Trust me, it is going to be painful, tough and you might even spill blood.”

As I kept on running the face of the boys we work with and the young men God has brought into my life kept flashing by. Most of the time, I wished I had a pen and notebook or a laptop to record the ideas that kept streaming into my brain. I thought about Diamond and his upcoming case on Tuesday.

A lot has been happening ever since we met Diamond in juvenile prison. Because the court had given him a free bond, provided we find a school and a place he can call home, our biggest challenge was convincing his step dad to accept him back home. With Sister Bertina having guaranteed she was going to look into taking Diamond back to school, we knew meeting Diamond’s step dad was what lay between us and Diamond’s freedom.

One day, I got a call from Sister Bertina, “James, we have a problem,” she said. “Diamond’s step dad is dead!”

“Well, that is good news,” I said, without knowing why I was saying this. “It means Diamond can now stay with his mom.”

“Yes,” Sister Bertina replied. “However, she cannot pay rent anymore.”

“What should we do now?” I asked.

“She is asking for our help,” she continued. “I know you still don’t have a place where boys like Diamond can stay. However, I need your help walking with him as well as his mom.”

“What about her?” I asked.

“She needs a tray of eggs and a tin of groundnuts so she can sell boiled eggs and roasted groundnuts.”

“Okay,” I replied. “I will work on that. You keep working on finding a schools for Diamond.”

I also thought about Pistar who went to Bible College without having all the basic things he needs for his studies. Much as I had shared his needs with members of our ministry in church, I doubted whether anyone done anything tangible. It is my belief that helping others calls for faith backed by action.

It is then that I decided we were going to drive to Machakos. Having made that decision, and knowing how harder it was going to be after running 20K, I decided to go easy on the run. Seeing most of the runners I had overtaken a few minutes before, was a bit discouraging. However, visiting Pistar to see how he is settling down and doing without the basic things he urgently needs was more important.

Pistar had just arrived back at the college after hospital ministry where he had prayed, encouraged and played songs to patients. Compared to many of his classmates, his need for an official suit made him stand out like the proverbial sore thumb. His engaging and genuine smile just about made up for the material things he lacks. Hearing him play one of his inspirational song on purpose was a worthy reward for our trip to Machakos.

Pistar had just came back from hospital ministry where he had played his guitar to patients

I also thought about thousands of orphans and their widowed mothers back in Luo Nyanza where I grew up. I don’t know why this came to my mind. But it wasn’t for the first time I was thinking about building an iron sheet and mud walled houses to 3 widows this year. I have thought and prayed about it more than once and because I still don’t know what God wants me to do about this, I kept praying about the matter as I kept running.

In conclusion

My running has become more than a means to raise funds for our work with the boys we work with in juvenile prison and elsewhere. It has become a means through which I pray, reflect and listen to what God has to say concerning my engagement with boys and young men. As I continue recovering from the Lukenya Trails Run, I am thankful for the amount of money we managed to raise during this run.

I am also thankful that Elisha, Jared and Kelvin were able to join and be by my side. Their support, and of course my wife’s tremendous faith and support, enables me to continue working as a writer who spends his 9-5 empowering the boys and young men God keeps bringing into my life. It is the most wonderful place and position to be in and God willing, I will continue running and staying on course.

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Yay, Our Marathon Team Has a New Member!

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There are 4 more days left before we embark on our first fundraising half marathon during the Lukenya Trails Run. And I got the call that brought a cheerful smile to my heart as well as a jig that I performed in our sitting room. It was such a sudden jig of joy Patty Liston and my wife couldn’t help but applaud in response.

“Hi James,” a friend, who has since became a brother said over the phone. “I have read your posts as you prepare for your fundraising run. Can I join the Lifesong Kenya Team?”

“Let me see what I can do,” I replied.

Well, raising funds through individual running isn’t an easy thing to do. And seeing that these kinds of events cost money, to sign up for and attend, it is a miracle we are actually able to go. Granted, we are not getting lots of donations coming in. However, I am thankful to the people who are already supporting us. The other thing is that having a new member join our growing team is a huge blessing; I believe in disguise.

So tonight, we welcome Kelvin Hondo to our team, knowing that our goal to grow to 10 members by August is well on track. Much as I still don’t know where or how I am going to find more money for his entry fee, I believe our team of 3 runners and 2 cheering squad is complete. At least, for the time being.

Team Lifesong Kenya

  1. Jim Buttons
  2. Elisha Maketa
  3. Hondo Kelvin
  4. Cynthia Love
  5. Jared Junior

Thinking about Diamond

Diamond’s court case is due in a week’s time. Because of this, we have been talking, thinking, praying and encouraging his mom to accept him back. The court has given us a free bond on condition that we find Diamond a school and a place he will call home. Since Sister Bertina has already guaranteed to pay for his school fees, Elisha and I have our work cut out for us.

Unfortunately, Diamond’s mom is a single mother who doesn’t have a job. And for her to accept Diamond back, we need to find her a casual job to do. The other alternative is finding her seed capital so she can engage in a business. She has already asked for a tray of eggs and ground nuts that she is planning to use for her business. That doesn’t seem like a very huge mountain to climb, if only we had enough to spare.

I will therefore use this Sunday’s run to think about Diamond and the opportunities available for him when he exits prison. I will be praying and thinking about him, his mom and his up coming court case. Of course, I will also be thinking about the 100+ boys Lifesong Kenya works with on a weekly basis.

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“A 10 year-old boy does not wake up and decides to be bad. All he wants is to be good and our role is to offer such boys the opportunity to become boys of character, courage and conscience,”

Roger Liston, Communications Director, Standing With Boys