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2013 prophecy from Prophet Teresia Wairimu Kinyanjui (Fem)

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Martin Luther King Jr. Peace Award Recipient (2008),Evangelist Teresia Wairimu of the Faith Evangelistic Ministries(FEM)

 


Theme of 2013 is Dawn: Readings Psalms 30; emphasis on verse 5
The year of dawn is a year of new beginning
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  • A tough election year ahead, anything that can go so wrong or it can be okay. Leadership needs to make a decision. With the new constitution it is not going to be easy, there will be hitches.
  • Extremely hard time when it comes to agreements on crucial matters.
  • Political disputes will be the order of the day. Some will cause damages and division in the nation.
  • From now governance of this nation will be very difficult. As we vote let’s remember they are our choices.
  • It is in the heart of God to empower Kenya which has a lot of potential but we have a problem of hunger for power, greed, sabotage spirit, selfishness. It is a dark hour & strife ahead of us. Dawn comes with shame. Whom do you choose, is it the usual leaders who have issues?
  • There will be moments of shame, grieve, pain, abandonment, time of regret, disgrace, dangers, tears are to come.
  • Kenya may miss its hour of visitation. We need to pray!
  • There will be huge fires burning in plan lands on the country side like wild fires. They want to set farms on fire to burn food. They want to set the whole nation on fire.
  • There are evil plans of sabotage being planned by evil men in Kenya.
  • If we seek God we will find righteousness. We must guard our nation in prayer.
  • The church should unite. Divided we fall together we stand. The church is full of divisions, corruption and church operation will become very hard to run in the days ahead if we don’t unite.
  • Pray that the wolves in the church be exposed in 2013.
  • There will be some organizations that will be shut in the days ahead.
  • The prophet saw one presidential candidate declare himself a winner before votes were counted. Martha Karua in the vision told Kenyans not to panic in the vision because the votes were even not counted. People were scared no one was on the highways. People were just in their houses.
  • Some leaders are trying to unite with neighboring countries to bring sabotage and buy weapons. Pray for no interference from the neighboring countries.
  • There are people organizing for chaos before elections.
  • Slums are hot areas in coming few day before elections, (All slums- mathare, korogocho, mukuru, kibera, kawangware etc).
  • There are plans to burn schools in the country especially in Coast and central areas. It will be terrible if children are not united with their parents during the election period, it’s good to let families unite during this time.
  • Let us pray to avoid a repeat of 2007 chaos. There are people who are idle, ignorant and waiting for opportunity to strike but we can stop the violence before it begins.
  • If we pray this sentence can be reversed like in the case of Jews during the time of Queen Esther. Read the book of Esther to understand.
  • You don’t have to tell anyone anything just pray because this war can only be won on our knees as a nation.

 

  • 13 in the pagan world stands for evil but in the Jewish calendar stands for transition period of a boy child to Maturity. He is considered old enough to observe Sabbath, to read torah, keep commandments etc. He is a young adult.
  • 2013 Kenya ought to mature and be responsible.
  • This is the year of Dawn if we pray the degree can be reversed.
  • Church should not walk in fear and should we pray we shall send these politicians home for good.
  • If this happens there will be good days ahead of us.

EV. WAIRIMU ADDITIONAL POINTS

Hi,  If you have not started praying....... start now.

Points on what Ev. Teresia Wairimu said yesterday. - She was shown Kenya burnt to ashes (but God is able to give us beauty for ashes) This is possible if we pray.

- The loser in the election will not accept defeat and will declare himself president and be sworn in ( with the help of external forces ie U.S.A. and U.K)

- Political parties are dividing Kenyans along tribal lines. - Injustice and corruption is so rampant in Kenya (not pleasing God) - An Esther type of fast is the only one which can rescue Kenya.

- A spirit of sabotage is across the land.

 

- February set aside as a month of fasting and prayer.  If you can fast the entire month..... fast every saturday of February (dry fast)

 

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Evangelist Wairimu Honored

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Evangelist Teresia Wairimu of the Faith Evangelistic Ministries (in Kenya) and TWEM was honored with the Martin Luther King Jr. Peace Award at a function held on 9th May 2008 at the Serena Hotel in Nairobi. The award was given by the Martin Luther King Jr Africa Foundation for her humanitarian efforts during the post-election violence as well as her vocal campaign among church leaders. Others who were feted included former Vice President Mr Moody Awori who received the Martin Luther King Appreciation Award, K24′s Jeff Koinange ( the Martin Luther King – Gandhi non Violence Award) and Dr Patrick Lumumba ( the 2008 Non Violence Award). NTV's Current Affairs Editor Julie Gichuru received the 2008 Martin Luther King Salute to Greatness Award, the second highest award offered by the foundation, for her efforts in encouraging Kenyans to embrace change through non-violent means using her insightful stories. And while accepting her award, Mrs Gichuru said she could not watch the country fall apart and do nothing about it. "It appeared as if we lost faith in God at the time and retreated more to our tribal and political affiliations. That is where went wrong and it's a high time we took responsibility for our actions," she said. NTV on the other hand was feted for being one of the most consistent channels in the country to devote most of its airtime to encouraging Kenyans to shun violence. It received the Active Non Violence Award together with Kenya's first 24-hour news television station – K24. The event that was graced by several members of the diplomatic coup as well as government officials and many prominent Kenyans.
Meanwhile, preparation are in high gear for the Teresia Wairimu Evangelistic Ministry's (TWEM) Prophetic Summit happening on the 22nd – 25th May 2008 in Dallas, Texas. Confirmed to attend the huge summit are 52 Kenyans who will be travelling from Nairobi, about 100 people from Denmark, 24 from the UK and many more from different states in the U.S. There will be a special dinner on Thursday 22nd May 2008 to honour Ev. Wairimu for the Martin Luther King, Jr Award. Click here for more details.
Registration fee for the prophetic summit is now $50. This will be held at the Dallas Marriot Hotel (see details here). Whereas the events at the Marriot Hotel will require one to have registered, the organizers tell us that ALL evening sessions at the St. James Church will be FREE events open to the public.
The party of 52 from Kenya include radio presenter Tina Nzuki who will grace the Youth Concert to be held on Saturday 24th May 2008 at the St James Church in Dallas, TX together with Zaidi ya Mziki, Stephen Pailthorpe from London, and music by DJ Fresh. The event will be free to the public. Click here for details and poster. We also know that there will be numerous Kenyan events happening that weekend in Texas ranging from Miss Kenya, USA pageant (with Nonini, DJ Stylez, DJ Adrian, TOD etc) to the African Festival (with Nameless, Amani, Ray-C, Glen Washington etc). Please tell your friends who might be attending these events to drop by the Youth Concert at St James Church on Saturday.

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I have a PhD in this and that, PhD my foot!”

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They call the Third World the lazy man’s purview; the sluggishly slothful and languorous prefecture. In this realm people are sleepy, dreamy, torpid, lethargic, and therefore indigent totally penniless, needy, destitute, poverty stricken, disfavored, and impoverished. In this demesne, as they call it, there are hardly any discoveries, inventions, and innovations. Africa is the trailblazer. Some still call it “the dark continent” for the light that flickers under the tunnel is not that of hope, but an approaching train. And because countless keep waiting in the way of the train, millions die and many more remain decapitated by the day.
“It’s amazing how you all sit there and watch yourselves die,” the man next to me said. “Get up and do something about it.”
Brawny, fully bald-headed, with intense, steely eyes, he was as cold as they come. When I first discovered I was going to spend my New Year’s Eve next to him on a non-stop JetBlue flight from Los Angeles to Boston I was angst-ridden. I associate marble-shaven Caucasians with iconoclastic skin-heads, most of who are racist.
“My name is Walter,” he extended his hand as soon as I settled in my seat.
I told him mine with a precautious smile.
“Where are you from?” he asked.
“Zambia.”
“Zambia!” he exclaimed, “Kaunda’s country.”
“Yes,” I said, “Now Sata’s.”

“But of course,” he responded. “You just elected King Cobra as your president.”

My face lit up at the mention of Sata’s moniker. Walter smiled, and in those cold eyes I saw an amenable fellow, one of those American highbrows who shuttle between Africa and the U.S.

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“I spent three years in Zambia in the 1980s,” he continued. “I wined and dined with Luke Mwananshiku, Willa Mungomba, Dr. Siteke Mwale, and many other highly intelligent Zambians.” He lowered his voice. “I was part of the IMF group that came to rip you guys off.” He smirked. “Your government put me in a million dollar mansion overlooking a shanty called Kalingalinga. From my patio I saw it all the rich and the poor, the ailing, the dead, and the healthy.”
“Are you still with the IMF?” I asked.
“I have since moved to yet another group with similar intentions. In the next few months my colleagues and I will be in Lusaka to hypnotize the cobra. I work for the broker that has acquired a chunk of your debt. Your government owes not the World Bank, but us millions of dollars. We’ll be in Lusaka to offer your president a couple of millions and fly back with a check twenty times greater.”
“No, you won’t,” I said. “King Cobra is incorruptible. He is …”
He was laughing. “Says who? Give me an African president, just one, who has not fallen for the carrot and stick.”
Quett Masire’s name popped up.
“Oh, him, well, we never got to him because he turned down the IMF and the World Bank. It was perhaps the smartest thing for him to do.”
At midnight we were airborne. The captain wished us a happy 2012 and urged us to watch the fireworks across Los Angeles.
“Isn’t that beautiful,” Walter said looking down.
From my middle seat, I took a glance and nodded admirably.

“That’s white man’s country,” he said. “We came here on Mayflower and turned Indian land into a paradise and now the most powerful nation on earth. We discovered the bulb, and built this aircraft to fly us to pleasure resorts like Lake Zambia.”

I grinned. “There is no Lake Zambia.”
He curled his lips into a smug smile. “That’s what we call your country. You guys are as stagnant as the water in the lake. We come in with our large boats and fish your minerals and your wildlife and leave morsels crumbs. That’s your staple food, crumbs. That corn-meal you eat, that’s crumbs, the small Tilapia fish you call Kapenta is crumbs. We the Bwanas (whites) take the cat fish. I am the Bwana and you are the Muntu. I get what I want and you get what you deserve, crumbs. That’s what lazy people get Zambians, Africans, the entire Third World.”
The smile vanished from my face.
“I see you are getting pissed off,” Walter said and lowered his voice. “You are thinking this Bwana is a racist. That’s how most Zambians respond when I tell them the truth. They go ballistic. Okay. Let’s for a moment put our skin pigmentations, this black and white crap, aside. Tell me, my friend, what is the difference between you and me?”
“There’s no difference.”
“Absolutely none,” he exclaimed. “Scientists in the Human Genome Project have proved that. It took them thirteen years to determine the complete sequence of the three billion DNA subunits. After they
were all done it was clear that 99.9% nucleotide bases were exactly the same in you and me. We are the same people. All white, Asian, Latino, and black people on this aircraft are the same.”
I gladly nodded.
“And yet I feel superior,” he smiled fatalistically. “Every white person on this plane feels superior to a black person. The white guy who picks up garbage, the homeless white trash on drugs, feels superior to you no matter his status or education. I can pick up a nincompoop from the New York streets, clean him up, and take him to Lusaka and you all be crowding around him chanting muzungu, muzungu and yet he’s a riffraff. Tell me why my angry friend.”
For a moment I was wordless.
“Please don’t blame it on slavery like the African Americans do, or colonialism, or some psychological impact or some kind of stigmatization. And don’t give me the brainwash poppycock. Give me a better answer.”
I was thinking.
He continued. “Excuse what I am about to say. Please do not take offense.”
I felt a slap of blood rush to my head and prepared for the worst.
“You my friend flying with me and all your kind are lazy,” he said. “When you rest your head on the pillow you don’t dream big. You and other so-called African intellectuals are damn lazy, each one of you. It is you, and not those poor starving people, who is the reason Africa is in such a deplorable state.”
“That’s not a nice thing to say,” I protested.
He was implacable. “Oh yes it is and I will say it again, you are lazy. Poor and uneducated Africans are the most hardworking people on earth. I saw them in the Lusaka markets and on the street selling merchandise. I saw them in villages toiling away. I saw women on Kafue Road crushing stones for sell and I wept. I said to myself where are the Zambian intellectuals? Are the Zambian engineers so imperceptive they cannot invent a simple stone crusher, or a simple water filter to purify well water for those poor villagers? Are you telling me that after thirty-seven years of independence your university school of engineering has not produced a scientist or an engineer who can make simple small machines for mass use? What is the school there for?”

I held my breath.

“Do you know where I found your intellectuals? They were in bars quaffing. They were at the Lusaka Golf Club, Lusaka Central Club, Lusaka Playhouse, and Lusaka Flying Club. I saw with my own eyes a bunch of alcoholic graduates. Zambian intellectuals work from eight to five and spend the evening drinking. We don’t. We reserve the evening for brainstorming.”
He looked me in the eye.
“And you flying to Boston and all of you Zambians in the Diaspora are just as lazy and apathetic to your country. You don’t care about your country and yet your very own parents, brothers and sisters are in Mtendere, Chawama, and in villages, all of them living in squalor. Many have died or are dying of neglect by you. They are dying of AIDS because you cannot come up with your own cure. You are here calling yourselves graduates, researchers and scientists and are fast at articulating your credentials once asked oh, I have a PhD in this and that PhD my foot!”
I was deflated.
“Wake up you all!” he exclaimed, attracting the attention of nearby passengers. “You should be busy lifting ideas, formulae, recipes, and diagrams from American manufacturing factories and sending them to your own factories. All those research findings and dissertation papers you compile should be your country’s treasure. Why do you think the Asians are a force to reckon with? They stole our ideas and turned them into their own. Look at Japan, China, India, just look at them.”
He paused. “The Bwana has spoken,” he said and grinned. “As long as you are dependent on my plane, I shall feel superior and you my friend shall remain inferior, how about that? The Chinese, Japanese, Indians, even Latinos are a notch better. You Africans are at the bottom of the totem pole.”
He tempered his voice. “Get over this white skin syndrome and begin to feel confident. Become innovative and make your own stuff for god’s sake.”
At 8 a.m. the plane touched down at Boston’s Logan International Airport. Walter reached for my hand.
“I know I was too strong, but I don’t give it a damn. I have been to Zambia and have seen too much poverty.” He pulled out a piece of paper and scribbled something. “Here, read this. It was written by a friend.”
He had written only the title: “Lords of Poverty.”
Thunderstruck, I had a sinking feeling. I watched Walter walk through the airport doors to a waiting car. He had left a huge dust devil twirling in my mind, stirring up sad memories of home. I could see Zambia’s literati the cognoscente, intelligentsia, academics, highbrows, and scholars in the places he had mentioned guzzling and talking irrelevancies. I remembered some who have since passed how they got the highest grades in mathematics and the sciences and attained the highest education on the planet. They had been to Harvard, Oxford, Yale, Massachusetts Institute of Technology (MIT), only to leave us with not a single invention or discovery. I knew some by name and drunk with them at the Lusaka Playhouse and Central Sports.
Walter is right. It is true that since independence we have failed to nurture creativity and collective orientations. We as a nation lack a workhorse mentality and behave like 13 million civil servants dependent on a government pay cheque. We believe that development is generated 8to5 behind a desk wearing a tie with our degrees hanging on the wall. Such a working environment does not offer the opportunity for fellowship, the excitement of competition, and the spectacle of innovative rituals.
But the intelligentsia is not solely, or even mainly, to blame. The larger failure is due to political circumstances over which they have had little control. The past governments failed to create an environment of possibility that fosters camaraderie, rewards innovative ideas and encourages resilience. KK, Chiluba, Mwanawasa, and Banda embraced orthodox ideas and therefore failed to offer many opportunities for drawing outside the line.
I believe King Cobra’s reset has been cast in the same faculties as those of his predecessors. If today I told him that we can build our own car, he would throw me out.
“Naupena? Fuma apa.” (Are you mad? Get out of here)
Knowing well that King Cobra will not embody innovation at Walter’s level let’s begin to look for a technologically active-positive leader who can succeed him after a term or two. That way we can make our own stone crushers, water filters, water pumps, razor blades, and harvesters. Let’s dream big and make tractors, cars, and planes, or, like Walter said, forever remain inferior.
A fundamental transformation of our country from what is essentially non-innovative to a strategic superior African country requires a bold risk-taking educated leader with a triumphalist attitude and we have one in YOU. Don’t be highly strung and feel insulted by Walter. Take a moment and think about our country. Our journey from 1964 has been marked by tears. It has been an emotionally overwhelming experience. Each one of us has lost a loved one to poverty, hunger, and disease. The number of graves is catching up with the population. It’s time to change our political culture. It’s time for Zambian intellectuals to cultivate an active positive progressive movement that will change our lives forever. Don’t be afraid or dispirited, rise to the challenge and salvage the remaining few of your beloved ones.
Field Ruwe is a US-based Zambian media practitioner and author. He is a PhD candidate with a B.A. in Mass Communication and Journalism, and an M.A. in History.

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