In the dusty outskirts of a quiet Kenyan village, where the sun beats down relentlessly on tin roofs and winding dirt paths, lived an elderly woman known to all as Cucu wa Kamae. For may years, her life unfolded in a crumbling shack buried under mountains of garbage—rotting food scraps, broken plastics, and forgotten relics of a harder time. Bedbugs swarmed her threadbare mattress, biting through the night like silent tormentors, while the stench of neglect hung heavy in the air. Cucu, with her wrinkled hands and kind eyes dimmed by sorrow, had become a loner in her own home.

Her neighbors whispered cruel names behind her back: “Witch,” they called her. “Mchawi,” some sneered, convinced her squalor hid dark rituals under the cover of night. Even her own children, scattered by life’s harsh demands, kept their distance, ashamed or fearful of the rumors. Some came to visit her visited,but some decided to keep a distant. Cucu wa Kamae, once a vibrant matriarch who raised families with stories and songs, endured isolation, her days blending into a haze of survival and silent prayers.

But God moves in mysterious ways, often through the unlikely footsteps of a familiar stranger. One crisp afternoon, a woman named Lucia Wambui—someone Cucu had known since childhood, watching her grow from a playful girl into a strong grown woman. She sought muarobaine, a humble herbal tree whose leaves held remedies for everyday ailments. What she found instead shattered her heart. Peering through the debris-strewn doorway, Lucia Wambui saw the unimaginable: Cucu huddled in filth, her frail body marked by bug bites, her spirit nearly broken. Tears welled up as memories flooded back—of Cucu’s laughter at village gatherings, her wise counsel during tough times. This was no witch; this was a forgotten soul crying out for dignity.

Moved by compassion and faith, Lucia Wambui wasted no time. She reached out to Jeremy Damaris, a man anointed by God to uplift the broken. Jeremy, whose platform has touched countless lives through acts of radical generosity, listened intently. “We must act,” he declared, his voice steady with purpose. He dispatched Wangui Kibunja, the dedicated admin from Kenya Diaspora Media, to conduct a thorough background check. What they uncovered was heartbreaking yet hopeful: Cucu was truly needy—no hidden wealth, no witchcraft, just a lifetime of quiet suffering after losing her husband and facing family abandonment.

Jeremy didn’t hesitate. He returned to Kenya, amplifying Cucu’s story across his growing platform. Hearts stirred from afar—the Kenyan diaspora in America, Europe, and globally, faithful supporters who believe in the power of collective giving. offered the Donations for cement, roofing sheets, and skilled laborers. In mere days, a miracle rose from the ashes. Where garbage once reigned, a beautiful two-bedroom house now stood—painted in cheerful hues, with a sturdy iron-sheet roof, a  kitchen, and a cozy sitting room adorned with fresh curtains donated by Janet of Kipekee Creation,

This lady,in every home generously donated by Kenya Diaspora Media supporters, there’s always a touch of warmth and beauty thanks to Janet of Kipekee Creation. “This blessed lady selflessly donates beautiful curtains to make each house a true haven of comfort and hope.Janet’s giving heart reminds us of God’s call to bless others”.

Electricity banished the darkness, and a fenced compound a testament to new beginnings.

The handover day was pure joy. Villagers gathered, jaws dropped in awe, as Cucu stepped into her new home for the first time. Tears streamed down her face—not of pain, but of overwhelming gratitude. Jeremy Damaris, standing tall with a microphone in hand, addressed the crowd and his online family: “Today, we thank God first, for He sees the invisible and restores the forgotten. To my incredible platform supporters—you are the hands and feet of Jesus. From Canada to the UK, from the US to Australia and across the world, your sacrifices have made Cucu smile again. This is what faith in action looks like: turning witches’ tales into testimonies of triumph. Let Cucu’s story remind us—no one is beyond God’s reach, and no life is too broken for His restoration.”

Cucu wa Kamae, now 83, sits on her cossy sofaset and luxurious bed The “witch” label is gone, replaced by respect and love. Her children have returned, humbled and reconciliating. What was once a house of horrors is now a haven of hope—a beacon for us all to look beyond appearances, extend a hand, and trust in divine turnaround. we thank God first, for He sees the invisible and restores the forgotten.

A special, heartfelt thanks to all who donated—you are too many to name, but your love built this home! From those who gave a water tank for life-giving water, to clothes that restored her wardrobe, to the CEO of Amara Realty for those vital foundation stones and every faithful contributor in between—you are the hands and feet of Jesus.  Let Cucu’s story remind us—no one is beyond God’s reach, and no life is too broken for His restoration.”