A CHILD OF GOD

in Articles By Mccuon on 23 Mar 2026

Olivia stood in the queue that wound around the make shift reception at the base of the pillar at the Huduma center in GPO. By this time, she was a bit frustrated and somewhat incensed by the masses behind her in the queue who kept on pushing against her back as they made way for the operatives and fellow citizens who constantly shifted stations.

She had arrived in the past half an hour straight from an engineering mechanics class, through the sweltering sunshine across Nairobi that made her back wet with perspiration. “At least its cooler in here” she thought to herself eyeing the nonchalant registrar in a faded black sweater and worn white shirt that seemed to have begged him leave of duty in the morning before he wore it.

Some few days ago she had submitted an application via the eCitizen portal which was to be followed by a physical visit to Huduma Centre for verification. Required documents included the incorrect birth certificate, a sworn affidavit, and parent's IDs; Her meticulous female mind reminded her as she perused through the leaves in a final confirmation bracing for the insipid exchange with the unattractive attendant behind the counter. Her eyes scanned the defective document again. The name and surname of the father identified a man she had never met, be it the mistaken one or his late Father whom she heard she resembles in great detail. In her case and according to those who knew her father the saying was properly “like father like daughter”. She could not help but wonder if this correction was necessary anyway .

The absence of a biological father in the life of Olivia became a blessing more than a curse in its own way.

From childhood she had figured that her true source, progenitor, and sustainer was the ALL- FATHER from whom the whole family in heaven and on earth is named.

“I have a name that no one knows or will ever know, that name identifies me and embodies my office in the program of God, I am valued in his sight and by his will I exit- an existence I didn’t choose, for he chose me in him before he founded the earth and prepared good works for me that I should walk in them, I was packaged and sent here by a greater power to deliver a gift - that inherent capacity with in me to fulfill a function that meets a need in creation.

I’m not a project in experimentation, I’m not a casual nuisance, neither am I mistake…” she reminded herself fighting the tears that threatened to subject her to a public disgrace. According to her the correct name that was to be entered on the mistaken father and the late one alike is the name of her true father. The one who calls her his own. The one who has given birth to her into a new and living hope which is the strong anchor for her soul and in which she rejoices beyond measure though now for a little while she has had to suffer great trials.

She had made a very sober discovery early in life: That her parents were only stewards over her life given by God. “The lord draws light out of my darkness, behold how that my perceived loss has turned out into the riches of the knowledge of him.” She consoled herself. More than her natural descent she also came from above, born of the word who is Christ- the seed and the pattern man- by the regenerative power of the Spirit of God according to the will of God the father who purposed in himself to give her adoption to sonship according to the glorious riches of his grace.

This is her confidence, Christ in her the hope of Glory!

The tension within her prevailed over her efficacy to compose herself, the majestic tears had their way.

But these ones where not from a heart that was wounded, but from heart that was overjoyed exceedingly having tasted the love of God and bears the testimony of the fatherhood of God. Her spirit cried within her, Abba father