On June 5, 2014, Princess Ramey celebrated her 1st birthday. Happy birthday to you!
Wisdom is the principal thing; therefore get wisdom: and with all thy getting get understanding. … Proverbs 4:7
Chapter 3…Get Wisdom
During the next five years, times were hard for my mother and my remaining siblings in Kasai, so I moved them to Kinshasa. My life in the army was good, but the salary was not. I had a wife and three children. With my father being deceased, my siblings and I alternated taking care of my mother.
We are such a close family, whenever we were in the vicinity to visit each other we did so. During my stay in Kinshasa, my brothers, Samuel and Danio came to visit me one day. It was during one of their visits that Danio suggested I go into technical school. I did. After three years of technical training, I graduated, was placed in a special program to become a foreman and moved into the rank of second lieutenant. Because of this training, I was now qualified as a professional who could charge the customer service costs according to the state law. I received this diploma in a Catholic Professional School. It gave me an anchorage for my first discovery of the technical field; opened the door to where I am today, and gave me income advantages.
As a foreman, and the top student in my class, I was promoted to the rank of 2nd Lieutenant and given more leadership responsibility at the Kokolo Military Camp in Kinshasa. As a high-ranking authority, I was a vehicle maintenance commander of one hundred and fifty soldiers, drivers, mechanics, and maintenance people. It was through this service to my country that I met the American delegation that would open the door to bring me to America.
“But when he heard that Archelaus did reign in Judaea in the room of his father Herod, he was afraid to go thither: notwithstanding, being warned of God in a dream, he turned aside into the parts of Galilee:”—Matthew 2:22
I came to America during the 1980s when my country, formerly known as Zaire, now the Democratic Republic of the Congo, was in political turmoil. The President at that time, Mobuto-Sese-Seko, had been the country’s leader for more than twenty years. After fifteen years in reign, he started practicing tribalism [discriminating among the various Congolese ethnic groups]. This brought about chaos and divisions among the groups. It was my ethnic group, the Lubas of Kasai, which had come against the leader for political change. This made him angry and he declared a “silent war” against the entire Luba group. This “silent war”, which lasted close to twenty years, affected everyone in some way. I lost my privileges as a Second Lieutenant and was returned to the rank of Chief Warrant Officer. But I am so glad; God had a plan for my life.
As an officer in command of repairing American-made trucks and jeeps for more than five years, my assignment was at the Kokolo Military Camp in Kinshasa. Being in that military base gave me the opportunity to work with an American delegation, which trained sergeants under my leadership. My ability to speak both French and English allowed me to serve as translator between the Americans and the Congolese. Eight months after the Americans left Africa, I was recognized for my work and was rewarded a merit scholarship to come to America to continue my assignment in the American Army.
With the silent war in the Congo, I was denied enrollment into the Congolese Officer English Training School several times. Finally, I got in and completed the class but was not allowed to travel to America with my classmates because of the discrimination. I lost hope for a while. But one morning, I decided not to go to work but to go to army headquarters. I just wanted to do something about this discrimination; I was tired of it. The captain in charge advised me to change my name, adopt the President’s region name and keep quiet about my true origin. I walked away. On my way out of the building, I saw the American sergeant who was in charge of the Institute of American Languages and told him my situation. Taking me by the hand, he marched right down to the army chief general and requested that I get all the provisions I needed to go to America. God made it happen for me. Within forty-eight hours. Surely He had a plan for my life even when I knew not. I was on my way to America.
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“And she brought forth her…son …” Luke 2:7
Chapter 2…Humble Beginnings
My humble beginnings began with Kalonga Ntolo Mushimba, my father, the son of an African chief. In his youth, my father went to work in the town of Tshikapa, a diamond city in the Kasai region. There he married his first wife and had four children. However, in African tradition, the son of a king inherits the kingdom of his father, so my grandfather called upon my father at the appointed time to return to our village to inherit the kingship. At first my father refused his father’s command. Shortly thereafter; he mysteriously lost his entire first family; a wife and four sons. He then returned to the village of his birth and took his Kingship. Shortly thereafter, he married his second wife.
This wife only gave him one son and in African tradition that’s not enough. So the pressure of the kingship, and his wife’s barrenness, pushed my father to make another decision, marry multiple wives or one wife that could bear multiple children. He chose the second option. After divorcing his second wife, he married my mother, Mbombo Mujanyi who was much younger than he.
Age differences between my parents and the pressures associated with being the son of a king, the next in line for the kingship, created some dissatisfying moments, but in due time things changed. The marriage became harmonious and produced fourteen children. I am the third eldest of those children.
In 1910, the American Presbyterian missionaries came to Kananga, the central region of Africa and made a deal with my grandfather to use a portion of our land. He agreed and allowed them to construct a church, hospital, and schools for their children. We benefited from these new developments. For us, the local people, they built a high school, a carpentry school, a nursing school and a hospital. I was born in that hospital on July 5.
In the 1960s there was a revolution among African people to be free from European colonialism. During this time, I left my village and went to live with my older brother, Samuel KaBeya, in Kinshasa, the capital city of the Democratic Republic of the Congo. During the time I was there it was called Zaire. Since my brother was in the Congolese Army, I experienced freedom from European rulership. The Congolese Army had an African government. Inside my brother’s military camp, there was a church where I started singing in the choir, Center for Kokolo Military Parachute Protestante Church. Later I became the choir director. When I was sixteen, my father died and my brother took on the responsibility of raising his own four children plus my younger brother, Danio and me. It was really too much for him. So at the age of seventeen, without finishing high school, I entered into the Congolese Army. After basic training, I completed my formal education. Three years later, I was a sergeant training new recruits. With such quick promotion in military rank, the army general chose me to attend officer’s training school. Shortly after that I became Chief Warrant Officer and married my first wife, Kapinga Tshionga, the mother of my first three children.
I like Joyce Meyer. I have listened to her encouraging words for many, many years. I remember her first book, written about her own life. What an eye-opener. Although she experienced abuse at an early age, she is able to talk about how God brought her out of that situation. I could relate to her happiness. I could relate to her joy. I can relate to how here in 2013, I can turn on cable Channel 268 andsee how many people have come into the knowledge and understanding of the Word of God because of what God did in her life. I can see how over 30 years of loving and serving this God of my salvation, I understand what Joyce Meyer is talking about when she says, “PRAY.” THERE IS POWER IN PRAYER. Before you go to the phone, go to the throne. There is power in prayer. I know, that I know, that I know.
As one of eight children there was very little quietness in our house. In fact, it was only quiet when we were asleep. My parents were God-fearing people.
My mother taught us how to pray before we went to sleep at night. Before I started school, I knew how to pray. At night, we were taught to say,
“Now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray dear Lord, my soul you’ll keep.
If I should die before I wake,
I pray dear Lord, my soul you’ll take. Amen!”
|God is faithful to His Word.|
Did you learn that prayer? See, I still know it. Every night. Every night. And, I mean every night we prayed that prayer. We prayed out loud so my mother could hear us. Little did we know she was teaching us to make our requests known to God. She taught us not to be afraid to talk to God. She taught us to understand that everything we had need of, God had it. She taught us to trust God for everything. She taught us to talk to God.
At the age of 22 and 25 respectively, I lost my parents. Although I had not “prayed” in years, I prayed after my mother’s death. A simple prayer. This simple prayer, made in 1977 is now 36 years young and counting. I talk to God every day. And He talks to me. God is faithful to His Word.
Take time to pray. Give God Special Time. For example,
Build your relationship with God through prayer. God is listening. Even if it’s not the “Lord’s Prayer” (Luke 11:1-4, KJV; Matthew 6:5-15 NIV) He wants to hear from you. He knows all about you anyway. I guarantee you not only will God hear you, He will answer you!
11 And it came to pass,…He was praying in a certain place, when he ceased, one of his disciples said unto him, Lord, teach us to pray,…(2) And he said unto them, When ye pray, say, Our Father which art in heaven, Hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come. Thy will be done, as in heaven, so in earth. (3) Give us day by day our daily bread. 4 And forgive us our sins; for we also forgive every one that is indebted to us. And lead us not into temptation; but deliver us from evil.