When the morning sun crawled over the hills of Ojunge Village, it first found an old mud house once patched by trembling hands and unshakable faith. Inside, Elder James Mboya was already awake, whispering a prayer that sounded like rain on iron sheets: steady, insistent, life‑giving. It is the same prayer we heard as children—back when the roof leaked, the beans in the pot were never quite enough, and the only certainty was the father’s voice telling us, “Situation is not destiny.”

His legacy is not measured in hectares or banknotes but in hearts he steered toward purpose; the souls he has shaped and spirits he has lifted. He is a citadel in our family, a high priest in the home, a compass for the confused, and a warrior who fights battles on his knees.

He did not just raise us—he rebuilt us. He did not just guide us—he interceded for us. He is our living proof that a peasant farmer with mountain‑sized faith can rewrite bloodlines. His life answers the question every son or daughter secretly asks: Can I look up to you? With him, the answer resounds like church bells across Ojunge Village: Yes. Always yes.

This is the man we honor today.

A father who chose to invest in us, not for us.
A man who gave us faith, not fear.
A man who built us not with bricks, but with belief.

And so today, on Father’s Day, we raise our voices in one chorus—children, grandchildren, neighbors, church members, and all those he has mentored and ministered to:

Thank you for proving that in God’s arithmetic, one devoted father outweighs a thousand obstacles.

Thank you for holding the bull by its horns for us.

Thank you for kneeling so we could stand tall.

May your story ignite other men to fetch vision from heaven, anchor families in prayer, and spend their lives on the greatest project known to society: raising sturdy human beings. For when fathers rise, nations shine.

Happy Father’s Day, Papa.
Your legacy is written not just in the ink of our degrees, but in the indelible script of hope etched across our souls.
We are the living evidence that you prayed us into greatness.

And for that, we will forever call you not just our father—but our foundation.

Fatherhood is not just a role—it is a divine assignment.