For this is the covenant I shall make with the house of Yisra’ĕl after those days, declares YHWH: I shall put My Torah in their inward parts and write it on their hearts. I shall be their Elohim and they shall be My people. YIRMEYAHU(Jeremiah) 31:33 (Besorah Of Yahusha)

Since the day I met Kohen Ranford, my spirit, my faith, my love, and my dreams have been awakened. He has truly been a spiritual father and mentor to me. Through his guidance, I have found encouragement in many areas of life and spirituality. He has touched many lost souls and ignited the truth in their hearts. He breaks down Scripture with such clarity, exposing the lies we have lived under for so long and showing us the right path. His love, mercy, and willingness to help have brought great hope to my family and to many others. I consider myself deeply blessed to be part of this community. Yet, I cannot stop thinking about how many families, orphans, and struggling souls out there are still facing hardship. Life is not easy, dear family, and I know we are all carrying our own burdens. But I also know this: out of love, there are brothers and sisters whose hearts are touched by stories like mine, and who are eager to help. When we come together as one—one spirit, one family, one community—nothing is impossible. Even a small act of love can make a great impact. If your heart feels moved to support us, please know that even the smallest gift will go a long way in helping us continue this journey. You can send your support through PayPal at: onyanchadennis77@gmail.com.From the depths of my heart, thank you for standing with us.

The most painful part of my journey is the heavy burden that forced me to drop out of university. In 2024, I was in my third year pursuing a Bachelor’s Degree in Education (Science) — my dream course. Unfortunately, the weight of responsibilities that fell on me after the loss of my lovely mother became too heavy to carry. I had no choice but to step away from school, though my heart never wanted to. I was only one year away from finishing — just the final year, two semesters of four months each. It breaks my heart every day knowing how close I was to completing what I had started. Education was my greatest hope — a light that I believed would help me lift my family out of suffering and build a better future for my siblings. Dropping out was not giving up; it was a wound that still bleeds inside me. Today, I humbly and prayerfully plead with you, my family and friends, to stand with me in faith and love — to help me return to the university and complete my studies. My dream is not dead; it only waits for a helping hand to rise again. Attached are all my academic papers — from primary school, high school, and my university transcripts for the first, second, and third years — as proof of my effort, dedication, and desire to learn. Please, help me achieve my dream and bring hope back to my family.

Cry from What Was Left Behind After the tragedy that took away our home and left our hearts broken, we were faced with the painful reality of finding a new place to call home. With the little strength and help we could gather, we built a small shelter using old, rusted iron sheets. The house is very small, yet it tries to hold a family of ten. Each night is a struggle — there is hardly enough space to sleep, and the cold creeps in through the thin walls. When it rains, the water leaks inside, soaking our clothes and bedding. It is especially hard for our youngest child, who is less than two years old, as the place offers little warmth or protection. We are also battling daily needs — food, school fees for my younger siblings, and basic survival. Life has not been easy, but we continue to trust that YAH,who gives strength to the weary, will open doors for us. Every little support, prayer, or act of kindness means the world to us. We still believe that one day, we will rise again and find peace under a safer roof.

Shalom family and my wonderful brothers and sisters, Today, I would love to share with you the beginning of my pain and the sorrow that has followed my family for years. It all began with a tragedy that changed everything — the day we lost our beloved mother in a terrible fire. That moment became the darkest day of our lives. The flames not only took away our mother but also burned away the little comfort and peace we had known. From that day, our hearts have carried a heavy burden, and our home has never been the same again. We were left broken, young, and helpless — trying to pick up pieces of a life that was suddenly shattered. The loss of a mother is something words can never fully describe. She was our strength, our light, and the heart that held the family together. Her death brought not only deep sorrow but also unbearable struggle, poverty, and responsibility that fell heavily upon us. Every day since then has been a journey of tears, endurance, and faith — holding on to YAH for comfort and survival.