But Mama Nia shook her head. “Our praises are not ink on paper. They live in the call of the nightbird, in the grip of a handshake, in the firelight when we speak the names.”
Weka daftari la kando. Andika ndoto zako, mabadiliko unayoyaona, na maombi yaliyojibiwa. Hii itakuongezea imani unapoendelea. Kitabu Cha Masifu
One harvest season, strangers came from the city with blank books and pens. “Write down your history,” they told the elders. “So it is not lost.” But Mama Nia shook her head
"Mtoto wangu alikuwa na homa kali zisizotibika. Tuliposhirikiana na kikundi cha masifu na kusoma shangilio la damu ya Yesu, homa zikaisha na hadi leo hakurudi." – Baba Joseph, Mwanza in the grip of a handshake