Pray for Mombasa

I live in Mombasa, where the waves of the Indian Ocean meet centuries of history. Our city has always been a crossroads — a place where Arabian, Asian, and African cultures have mingled through trade, travel, and time. The narrow streets of the Old Town wind between tall, weathered buildings with carved wooden balconies, and the call to prayer echoes daily from countless mosques.

While most of Kenya is majority Christian, Mombasa is different. Nearly 70% of my neighbors are Muslim, descendants of Swahili families whose roots trace back to Arab traders who settled here long ago. Their influence shapes everything — from our music to our food to the rhythm of life along the coast. This city is rich in beauty and heritage, but it’s also spiritually dry. Many have never heard the name of Jesus spoken with love or seen His power revealed through kindness and truth.

Still, I believe God’s Spirit is moving here. I see small gatherings of believers praying for their city, reaching out to their Muslim friends, and sharing the Gospel one conversation at a time. Mombasa may be a historic trading port, but I believe it will become a harbor for the Kingdom — where the love of Christ flows to the unreached along the Swahili coast and beyond.