This my friends, is Willy.
Sweet certainty and wisdom line his frequent and happy smile. His words are chalked full of careful thought and his steps leave prints weighty with intention. This my friends, is Willy. William Ng’ambi to be more precise. And I get to walk with this fellow day in and day out to lead the summer internship program in Zambia.
Willy is from Zambia. He’s a few years older than I, and he loves to see people love and worship God. He grew up in the Lusaka area, he is pursuing his degree in accounting and entered the world of missions nearly 10 years ago in South Africa. Since then, he has been to over 18 African countries doing similar ministry. Through these experiences, God has been shaping his unique gift of influencing young people. He has given Willy a dream to disciple, lead and give under-privileged kids an equal opportunity for education and enable them to contribute positively to society. He currently leads a soccer ministry with over 40 kids and is constantly calling them to think for themselves, tell the truth and to dream dreams bigger than they previously imagined.
Over the next few months, this guy is going to be imparting his life into the students in the internship program. Willy’s love for Jesus is evident through his radical generosity with time and resources. He is a beautiful example of living out a life of prayer and drinking in scripture until he becomes it. Being around him, he challenges me, invites me into brilliant new ways of doing things, and teaches me to grow up in the Lord and walk out in faith. And how sweet its going to be for this to sink into our students! This guy is a hero. And he’s changing this world with his life.
One quick story about Willy and I. Last summer, we loved to play Mafia. For those of you who don’t know, Mafia is a ‘friendly’ game of elimination and secret identities. Secret identity means you must lead people to believe you are or are not certain individuals within the game. Willy is a pretty quiet guy, truthful and kind, and after several intense rounds, I was certain he couldn’t deceive a soul if he tried. Siding with my faithful pal the whole game, whispering our two-man-team game plan throughout, we had the perfect plan to defeat the rest. Until he eliminated me. Done. Gone. Without even an ounce of suspicion before the game ended. Ha! He’s not all roses. Should we add competitive to his list of charming strengths? That was my formal introduction to the side of him we call Weekend Willy. And thats Willy for y’all! You’ll surely see more pictures of him throughout the year as I share what’s going on:) Cheers!
|ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Abby Phillips is the Program Architect of Poetice International.