Our Story
Welcome to Our Story
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PCM started here, in this single room, along with the children that became the first addition to our family. Full of poverty but also full of faith. | This here was our first school, a makeshift structure made of eucalyptus poles and straw mats. The children had no uniform, they barely could afford a shoe in their feet and or scholarstic materials like books. | We were blessed to move into a three roomed house, yet we went ahead to bring in even more children. We have never looked back since as the Lord continued to pile us from workload upon workload to blessing upon blessing. |
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The PCM Choir, our choir is a travelling choir, we take invitations from churches around the world to move there and proclaim the Word of God. These children have triumphed various challenges and have testimonies to share, they share them through speech and music. | Pastor Emmy embracing a baby and welcoming it to Omwana House (Orphanage) after it was recovered when its mother had abdandoned it. "Omwana" is a Luganda word which means "Child". At Omwana House we receive such children through out the year. Read More | PCM Children attending their routine morning assembly. This is one of our schools. Our schools total 6 in number that are distributed in western Uganda. We hope to move to the rest of East Africa. |
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Some of the children at Omwana House! These children need clothes, food, care, warmth, love, education and upbringing. The nannies that take care of these children along with the entire personnel dedicated to the welfare of the Omwana House children need salaries. Your support to the omwana house can do a lot to make a difference here. | ||
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PCM Schools number into six (6) schools which are all located in Mbarara. We look forward to the establishment of a TVET (Technical &Vocational Education and Training) school that will be run on a model that sees trained and educated dropouts secured with jobs after training and thereafter arranged in groups to startup enterprises such as tailoring, welding, carpentry, ICT services. You may donate to support the establishment of a TVET school | ||
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PCM Farms are a great resource for the livelihood of PCM, the food from the farm helps feed the children in all 6 schools, the kate clinic staff and children, and all other stakeholders of PCM. We want to expand the farm to make it an income generating initiative of PCM to help the ministry build sustainability platforms. To do this, we want to venture into value addition, green house and innovative farming as we believe that by that we shall make some money that could get our children into higher institutions of learning. Donate to the Farm | ||
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At PCM, we proclaim the word of the Lord by supporting pastors to reach out to multitudes and delivering the gospel, we provide support like bicycles and motorcycles and fuel to pastors to reach out to masses. We also also educate and disciple young people into knowing the Lord Jesus such that they will eventually further the reach of the Word of God to the current and future generations. You can help us proclaim. | ||
This is a long story that is worth every second of your time!
Allow me to share our testimony how Parental Care Ministries began,
In Jeremiah 1:4-5
"4 Then the word of the Lord came to me, saying: 5 “Before I formed you in the womb I knew you;Before you were born I sanctified you; I ordained you a prophet to the nations.”
My name is Pastor Emmanuel Nyanzi, but everyone calls me Pastor Emmy and I have accepted that. I was born in 1968 to a polygamous father at Kalisizo Village, Rakai District in Uganda. My mum couldn’t bear much of the pain that came with a polygamous husband and separated while I was just about 8years old.This left me hopping in the care of one step mother to another. At the time I was the oldest child at my home, and as an African child, this came along with responsibilities. At the age of 14, I had the duty to deliver food for the family and to that food I had to ride on a manual bicycle a distance of 56miles. My father had grown old, unable to ride a bicycle and the nearby land we cultivated had gone barren and unable to produce a good yield to sustain the family – which was a large family!
I needed to ride with a large chunk of food; usually in a sack, enough to sustain our large family for a number of days. I rode uphill and downhill and along those journeys, the bicycle I used would sometimes flip over with the large weight that was overbearing. I remember sitting down and crying occasionally when this would happen until I was chanced with a passerby who was merciful enough to see my plight and help me lift up my large chunk of food that was often in sacks, there with help, I would get back on the road and riding further but not without listening continuously to the complaints from bystanders who lamented about how I was being overly loaded. Nevertheless, all the laments did not translate into a solution, my home needed food, and there was utterly nothing to do since my father was quite old and could barely get himself around on a bicycle let alone ferry more than 50 kilograms (110 lbs) of food. I had to endure a lot of pain but God kept me alive.I had to go to bushes to fetch firewood as we used open fire to prepare meals. It was never an easy task to collect firewood and also do the many other domestic chores. I did all these complaining and i knew for a fact that I had become to my family the donkey of the home, they piled chores on my back because they did not love me. I often cried relentlessly and complained a lot. However, when I look back and see what the Lord is doing through us it amazes me so much. My wife Sarah went through similar escapade like mine and that immediately made a bond out of us, we became great friends knowing the similarities of our stories despite our different backgrounds.
Because of the hard labor I was subjected to at home, and with no opportunity to rest I perceived it in at an early stage of my life that i was not loved by my parents and it prompted me to escape from my father's home where I left to come to Kampala City, the capital of Uganda. Many Children in Africa - just like me; have wondered on streets not because they do not have homes where they come but rather because they are trying to escape torture and exploitation.
As we kept at preaching the gospel of Jesus to the community and planting Churches, we kept meeting children suffering and mistreated, this kept inflicting pain to our hearts, we kept praying to God to help them. To cut the long story short, let’s start in Mbarara! When I and Sarah were living in a single rented room; with four (4) of our biological Children, we had had the grace to plant the first church but also had the misfortune to meet children that were maltreated! Realistically, the experience these children were undergoing touched our hearts and I decided to pray for them that God may touch someone to help them. As i was on my knees praying for the children, i felt a voice whisper inside me saying - "Faith without actions is dead." This bothered me incessantly that my heart became restless. I felt that because i was living in a single rented room with four (4) children along with my wife, it wasn’t my place to help these children, I told myself that I had less space to accommodate these children as it was barely enough for my own and to top it up; I had no income, i lived everyday by faith that somehow the Lord would provide but for just my family, I told myself that I have enough reason to convince God that it couldn’t be me to take up the plight of these children and own it.The Holy Spirit spoke to me and reminded me in sort of a question –
“When you went through the same dilemma, did you also used to cry like those children?”
However, I decoded the questions as –
"For what reason did you cry, when you experienced the same plight?"
At this point is when I started to self-question; ‘Did I cry out of the lack for shoes? Was it out of the lack for fine clothes?’ Well, I had the answer, and that answer was an absolute No! I was then reminded that i cried because i simply ‘needed’ parental love. I did not ‘want’ anything material – just love! In the same manner, i realized that in that moment the children needed no material item except the intangible parental love from someone, anyone! We then discussed it with my wife and agreed to bring four (4) children into our tiny single room. That was it - we started living, 10 people in a tiny single room all together. We made a decision to simply live just as Peter told the lame man in Acts 3:6.- Then Peter said, “Silver and gold I do not have, but what I do have I give you: In the name of Jesus Christ of Nazareth, rise up and walk.”
We started showing these children a real intangible parental love. We spoke into their lives daily encouraging words like "You’re very special to God and to us." You’re a gift from God and He has great plans for you." etc. These children stopped crying and in short while they regained their hope, courage, esteem and we started seeing smiles on their faces which grew bigger and larger every passing day. This was a big inspiration to us and that nurtured an even greater passion within us to take care of more children. We didn’t hesitate to bring in more children and the number grew from eight (8) to twelve (12) children. Then the Lord provided us a three (3) bedroom house. 
When we entered this house we added more Children the number kept growing until we lived with 46 Children in this three (3) bed roomed house.At this point, we got to realize that we were living with multiple children illegally, we were never registered as a charity organization, we were simply a family of 48 people. We did not even know how to register a charity, we thought that everyone including the government should be happy that we have the children well cared for, luckily; a friend helped me to get someone who helped me to register the Ministry. He came and asked me what the name of the registered Ministry should be and honestly, at the time, I was clueless on a name for the Ministry. I asked him for time so I could think over it as we discussed it with my wife. In our dialogues with Sarah, I remember telling her - "But we are just giving parental love to the children why don't we call this Ministry Parental Care Ministries.” This is how we came up with this Ministry name.
The other great challenge came as we needed to get the children to school, they were such a number and we could hardly afford to pay all their school dues. There we were, with no home schooling and no school we had enrolled the children at, we started to look into our options, and that is when the idea to start our first school was born – out of misfortune we found an angle, nevertheless; we still had the challenge to segment the learning and lessons as the children were of variant ages.
It is one thing desiring to start a school, and another thing to actually have the means to start up the school! We had resolved to startup a school, but had no money to do just that. Again we looked into our options, but this time our option was a big bargain, it was utter gambling; we had to sell off our only asset as a family – Our House! We retreated to a rented home and utilized the proceeds from the sale of the house to build the first PCM school; it was a truly humble beginning. We continued to add on the number of children until we had 270 children. Am humbled every day to let you know that from that humble beginning we have helped over 2000 children to get an education. To date, we have five (5) primary schools and one (1) high school, a baby’s home which we call Omwana House, a medical clinic called Kate Clinic and A farm.This is PCM today, it has been a journey of small things, a journey of faith, a journey with Christ Jesus, and you too can join this endless journey today. Your support to PCM keeps us going from milestone upon milestone.
Thank you for reading our long story.
Pastor Emmy
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