Praise and Worship Team's Nyama Choma Day

in Inspiration By Gracehill Northlands on 28 Apr 2025

Our church Praise and Worship team organized a nyama choma hosted by one of our members, Muss (Musungu). The event was colourful. Let me take you on a delicious journey — one full of fire (literally), laughter, music, and meat. Lots of it. This was no ordinary Sunday school picnic. No sir. This was the Praise and Worship Team Nyama Choma Extravaganza, hosted by none other than our beloved Muss — full name Musungu, but nobody ever calls him that unless it’s serious business (like when he forgets to bring salt).

The whole vibe? Colourful. The kind of colourful that makes you want to wear your Sunday best just to turn some goat ribs.

The Meat Mission: Operation Kiamaiko

Enter me, James, and my loyal wingman Dennis a.k.a. Gollie. We were on meat duty — a sacred task not for the faint of heart or soft of stomach. We ventured into the wilds of Kiamaiko, Nairobi’s famous land of slaughterhouses. It was Easter season, so prices were soaring higher than a worship session after the third chorus.

Still, we did what any budget-savvy saints would do — we bargained like our next worship set depended on it. Did we win? Not quite. But we walked away with a decent goat and our dignity… mostly.

Destination: Muss’s Crib in Kikuyu

By the time we reached Muss’s place in Kikuyu, we were fashionably late. The place was already buzzing. Mukami had woken up with the chickens (bless her soul) to handle the veggies, and the rest of the team was arriving like the disciples to the upper room — ready for fellowship and food.

In the kitchen, Damaris was doing her thing with the pilau — and when I say her thing, I mean every grain of rice was baptized in flavour. Meanwhile, the living room was bumping with sebene, our team’s unofficial anthem and Dennis Mwaniki’s favorite sound on Earth (don’t even get him started).

Members trickled in with energy! The house was buzzing some in the kitchen, others dancing or blasting Sebene (Dennis Mwaniki’s jam!).   

The Roast Master: Pastor Edition

Now, let’s talk mutura. I’ve had mutura... but THIS mutura? Made by Pastor and Dennis? I swear the church should launch a mutura ministry. Lol! So, if you think pastors just preach, allow me to introduce Pastor Matthew, our resident grill master, mutura magician, and culinary multitasker. The man fits everywhere — like Wi-Fi but holier. He was all over the meat section, flipping mutura like a pro. Just don’t ask him about pilau — that’s Damaris’ turf, and she’ll let you know with one look. And then there’s Pastor Faith, the gentle powerhouse and Mum to us all. We’re still not sure if Pastor Matthew has ever dared to cook pilau, but we’ll ask her and report back. (Pray for him.)

Fellowship & Funny Questions

By 4 PM, the fruits of our labor were visible — and edible. Damaris, in true elder fashion, had prepared a beautiful structure for our fellowship. Cards with deep (and sometimes hilariously unexpected) questions made us all open up. Laughter filled the air, and hearts were warmed — not just by the fire.

Then, Pastor Matthew shared the Word, and just like the meat, it was well-done and deeply satisfying. He left us refreshed and encouraged. A few members couldn’t make it, so we agreed to plan another session soon. But honestly, they missed out on what I can only describe as the mutura of the century. It was so good, I’m campaigning to launch Gracehill Mutura Enterprises Ltd. I’ll be the CEO. Pastor and Gollie will be in production. Who’ll be in-charge marketing? Can’t imagine the branding.

We ate. We laughed. We bonded.

Practice Makes Praise

After the feast, we didn’t sleep — oh no. We practiced our Sunday set with Immaculate Kings leading the way. Harmonies, ad-libs, and spontaneous shouts of “hallelujah!” echoed through the now very-full house.

Then came the final act: rain. And not just drizzle. Real “Noah, get the ark” type of rain. Those of us with motorbikes with zero rain-proofing (ahem, me) stared at the skies like betrayed weather prophets. But God is faithful — we all got home safe, wet but smiling.

Till the Next Choma

Gracehill Northlands isn’t just a church. It’s a family — the kind that laughs together, eats together, and apparently roasts exceptional mutura together. My prayer? That no one in our church misses the next one. Because these moments? They’re where the real worship happens — with meat, music, and a whole lot of love. Gracehill Northlands is one beautiful family. I pray for more of these moments and that no one ever misses such beautiful fellowship again.

Now that you’ve made it through the story, go ahead—treat your eyes to the visuals below. They’re easier on the brain and way more photogenic. The real stars are waiting below. Scroll on, scroll proud.

Fellowship, Food & Funny Questions

Pastor Serving Us Mutura

Mutura Presentation - Served Hot & with a Smile! H.E. Gollie!