I am a Pastor's Kid.
We're commonly known as PKs. Not because we're sweet like the chewing gum, but because we're actually sweeter. Having a PK as a friend is a breath of fresh air. Most of us graduated from unofficial theological college by age 14, with advanced certificates in Bible reading, Scripture memorization, and identifying the key verse before the preacher asks for volunteers. The PK title doesn't only belong to children of pastors. It stretches across the entire ministry department: bishops, elders, deacons, evangelists, and every other title that comes with people asking, "Na wewe mtoto wa mtumishi unasemaje kuhusu hili jambo?" I belong to a fellowship of Pastors' Kids here in Thika. It's a wonderful gathering where we meet, hang out, laugh loudly, and make all the noise we are not allowed to make during church services simply because sisi ni watoto wa watumishi. My own PK journey has been quite interesting. Before I was born again, my father was already a past...