Life and Death on Uzima Farm

We’re calling our aquaponics project Uzima Farm, meaning “Life” in Swahili. Starting with a pile of garbage next to a polluted Nairobi slum, we are creating something alive and green and beautiful where those things were lost long ago. Moreover, our partner on the ground, 1010 Kenya takes its inspiration from John 10:10, “The thief comes to kill and destroy. I have come that they might have life, and have it abundantly.” As a result of creating abundant physical life, we want people’s attention to turn to the giver of that abundant life.


Despite setbacks and challenges, last week was so encouraging and productive. I have learned that I would much prefer running around like a chicken with its head cut off to being bored. We finished building our greenhouse two full days ahead of schedule. We bought fish to start learning how to take care of them. Kennedy, our farm manager was doing great.

And then at 12:30 Am on Sunday I received a message that changed everything: “Daniel, my wife has passed away while giving birth. I am at Kenyatta National Hospital.” Stunned, I didn’t know how to respond, especially over text message. I tried calling, but Kennedy understandably didn’t pick up. “Kennedy, I am so sorry. I am praying for you and your family” was all I could muster.

My thoughts turned in all directions at once. I felt grief for Kennedy’s loss. “I can’t imagine what that feels like. How is he going to take care of two daughters and a new-born baby without a mom?” I felt guilty for not even knowing his wife’s name or that she was pregnant. “Why didn’t I ask him more about his family? I should have tried to meet them.” I felt anger at the fact that this even happened – this was probably a preventable death with better medical care. And selfishly, I worried about what this meant for our project. “I am only here for another month, how are we going to finish everything? Can Kennedy continue working or will I have to find someone else?” All these thoughts rushed through my head as I tossed and turned and wrestled through prayer all night.

Believing that things happen for a reason sometimes makes it worse. If this were pure chance, a normal occurrence in a universe where humans are meaningless specks of dust, I might brush it off as purely accident. But I believe there is meaning to life and things happen for a reason. I don’t believe God orchestrates tragic events, but I certainly believe He is in control and allows them to happen. And if He allows them to happen, there must be a reason. Unable to see that reason, I feel like a person playing one of those riddle games trying to figure out who is it. Ultimately, I have to be told the solution or give up, acknowledging that there probably is a logical explanation but not smart enough or able to think creatively enough to identify it on my own.

At church the next day, the pastor happened to talk about restoring relationships. “The simple act of being present” he said, “is more powerful than anything you could say or do.” Even faith, I have realized, is not knowing but showing up anyway, believing that God is bigger than my fears or doubts. This week is turning out differently than I expected. Instead of planting seeds at Uzima Farm, I will attend a funeral. No matter what I say, Kennedy’s loss will be searing and real. But being present through trying times is the only thing I can do. I don’t know why there has been death instead of life, but I have to trust that there is a reason beyond the immediate pain and grief I see at the moment.

If you are reading this, I would appreciate your thoughts and prayers for Kennedy, his family, and our project. Kennedy is the one in the purple shirt, the day before this happened.



8 thoughts on “Life and Death on Uzima Farm

  1. Daniel, I am so sorry. You have discovered the right answer by being there for your friend. The question isn’t always why, God but how can I show your love through this terribly sad time of grief for this sweet family. I pray that you will be a messenger of comfort and hope to Kennedy. Our thoughts and prayers are with you to them. Love you, Mamie

    Mary Alice Brumley Sent from my iPhone


  2. Daniel, we are mourning with you alongside Kennedy and his family. I have wrestled with each thought you’ve articulated here. I believe God has brought us together with Kennedy for His purpose which is bigger than our project. Please be present with Kennedy and let him know that we are here praying for him and his family, and he does not walk alone.
    I love the name of our farm ~ Uzima Farm!

  3. Daniel … your messages from Kenya continue to touch our souls … we are learning as you learn. Be assured that Kennedy and his children will be in our prayers–as you are … that God will give you grace to stand alongside of him in these weeks of fresh grief, and be an “Aaron” to hold him up, as God allows. Grace to you, dear friend!

  4. Praying for Kennedy tonight and for you as you minister grace to him through whatever avenues God opens up. Isaiah 41:10

  5. Daniel, thanks for sharing in a real and honest way about your struggles. That is always appreciated. I’ll be praying for Kennedy, his family, and your project.

    By the way, I had a professor who spent several years in Kenya, and he once mentioned that there pregnancies are not announced. People don’t find out until they see the woman growing. If that is true, I think it is likely Kennedy wouldn’t have announced his wife’s pregnancy to you. In that respect, I’m not sure he expected you to know his wife was pregnant. Just a thought.

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