From Hunger to Hope: My Story of Survival, Faith, and a Future Restored

My name is Sironkai Victor.

I am the firstborn in a family of four boys. I was raised in Narok County, Maasai land, Kenya, in a home where my mother was the only breadwinner. Life was extremely difficult. Many times, getting a single meal a day was impossible, and we often went to sleep hungry. Because of poverty, education was never a priority for us — we lived day by day, surviving rather than dreaming.

Whenever my mother managed to get some money, I would attend school for a short period, only to be sent home again due to unpaid fees. This cycle continued until Grade 8. As I was preparing for my end-year exams and hoping to join a good high school, my mother fell seriously ill and was admitted to the hospital. Her condition worsened, and I had to drop out of school to take care of my younger brothers.

She returned home weak, but able to talk to us. That night is one I will never forget. I prepared dinner, but deep in my heart I felt something was wrong. I asked her how she was feeling, and she told me she was okay and asked me to make sure my brothers ate. After supper, she told us to sleep in the other room. According to Maasai culture, mothers sleep separately from their children. We lived in a traditional hut divided into rooms with mud and wood.

Around midnight, I heard loud crying. My brothers were asleep, but I had not slept. I ran to her room — and what I saw still lives in my heart. There was blood everywhere. I remember stepping into it as I rushed to her, holding her and asking what was wrong. I screamed for help, and we rushed her to the nearest hospital. Unfortunately, she did not make it. She had lost a lot of blood due to a failed abortion. That night became the longest and darkest night of my life.

The pain was unbearable. I felt like dying too — to follow the only person who had ever stood for me. Life was already hard, and now the person I depended on most was gone. We had nowhere to bury her. Due to family disputes, she was buried in a cemetery by extended family members.

As the firstborn, I never knew my father. Since my younger brothers knew theirs, I was the only one taken to live with my aunt. I stayed with her for two months, but life there was also very difficult. I felt more like a worker than a child.

But God works miraculously.

Through my uncle, who worked at MCF Yatta, God opened a door. I had already sat for my national exams and scored 323 out of 500. I was given a chance to study at MCF Ndalani completely free.

Thank you, Daddy Mully, for restoring my hope and inspiring my faith in Christ Jesus. Daddy Mully accepted me as a total orphan and promised me a better future. I was enrolled in Grade 9 at MCF Ndalani and received free education for four years. Life before MCF was full of pain, but since joining MCF, my heart has been full of hope. I found love, family, faith, and purpose.

Through Daddy Mully, I experienced the love of Jesus Christ. I learned that all things are possible through Christ Jesus. I received free education, my basic needs met, parental guidance, and a family filled with love — without ever being asked for a single coin. Through him, I received Christ as my personal Savior.

Daddy Mully, may God bless you and enlarge your territory. May your pockets never run dry. I love you deeply.

After completing Grade 12, I was given the opportunity to join one of the best institutions in Kenya, where I pursued a Diploma in Tourism Management and Travel Operations. Once again, Daddy Mully sponsored my education from start to finish. I successfully graduated on 23rd January 2026 with excellent performance.

During my time there, I also joined the athletics club. I competed in the 3,000m and 5,000m races, became one of the top athletes, and was appointed school captain. These are achievements I never imagined were possible — but God, through Daddy Mully, lit my future.

Today, I smile. I eat three meals a day. I am a professional tour guide and travel consultant, currently serving as a volunteer at Mully Children’s Family in Ndalani.

It is my earnest prayer that one day I will pursue my Master’s degree and PhD at my dream universities in the United States of America — Harvard University, Princeton University, Stanford University, the University of Chicago, and Yale University.

If God has brought me this far, then I believe He will take me even further. As written in Matthew 7:7:

“Ask and it shall be given to you; seek and you shall find; knock and the door shall be opened to you.”

I believe that my God will provide every resource and all the financial support required for my postgraduate studies. He is a God of miracles, a God who never loses a battle, and a God who makes a way where there seems to be no way.

Thank you, Daddy Mully, for teaching me that Christ Jesus is the true source of provision. Through His Word, I have learned that we are not victims but winners, and that with faith, obedience, and perseverance, nothing is impossible.

I stand on this promise with faith, hope, and gratitude.

God will do it again.