Leprosy is not just a disease. It is a slow-motion death, a cruel thief that doesn’t kill swiftly—but torments its victims piece by piece.

In Biblical times, it was the most feared condition imaginable. It began innocently—perhaps a white patch on the skin. But soon, flesh would rot while the victim still breathed. Numbed nerves made it impossible to feel injuries. Wounds festered. Flies laid eggs in them. Fingers and toes fell off silently, painlessly—but permanently.

Skin blackened and cracked like dry earth in a drought, revealing oozing wounds and gaping sores. The face twisted as the nose collapsed inward, and lips curled unnaturally. The disease devoured its host, eating them alive while the world stood back in disgust.

To be a leper in the Bible was not merely to be sick—it was to be cursed. Banished outside the city, separated from family, forbidden from human touch. As they walked, they cried out, “Unclean! Unclean!”—a walking warning. Their sentence was not only physical decay but also a life of shame, silence, and social death.

The Story of Baby Shalin

Shalin Chepkirui’s life began not in joy, but in unspeakable agony. Born in Matunda Moi’s Bridge, her tiny frame was already ravaged by the horror of leprosy. While other newborns were swaddled in blankets of hope, Shalin entered a world of raw pain and rejection.

Her skin was covered in ghastly sores—bleeding, raw, and disfigured. The disease had stiffened her limbs and twisted her joints. Her fragile body barely moved, each breath a silent plea for mercy.

But the torment didn’t end with the disease. Her parents, worn down by years of hopeless care, began to lose all will. Desperation overwhelmed love. In a moment of brokenness, they chose to abandon her in the forest, hoping wild animals would end her suffering. It was a decision born not of cruelty, but of deep sorrow—the kind that blurs right from wrong.

Yet God intervened. A neighbor, full of compassion and faith, stepped in. She had heard about a Grand Healing Service to be led by the Mightiest Mightiest Prophet of the LORD, Dr. David Owuor, in Kakamega in 2012. Knowing the suffering in Shalin’s home, she approached the parents. Surprisingly, they didn’t resist. In fact, they welcomed the chance. They had exhausted all options, including Alupe Hospital in Busia—but nothing had worked. Their final hope rested in the hands of Heaven.

The Grand Healing Service in Kakamega

It was September 2012. The air in Kakamega was charged with expectation. Word had gone out—the LORD’s Prophet was coming to minister healing at Bukhungu Stadium. Multitudes from all over Kenya and beyond began streaming in. The stadium swelled with millions—each person longing for a divine touch.

Amid this crowd was a child hidden in plain sight—a girl crippled by seven years of suffering. Her name was Shalin Chepkirui.

This was not just another gathering. The LORD had already revealed to His Prophet in a dream the horror of her condition. What the Prophet saw moved him deeply. The child’s skin was decayed, her frame stunted, her body a picture of modern-day leprosy. When the Prophet saw her in person, he wept before the crowd. 

The Miracle Unfolds

As the Prophet ministered under the mighty anointing of Jehovah, a moment came that changed everything. Right before thousands of eyes, the power of the LORD fell upon Baby Shalin.

Her stiff, crippled body began to respond. She stood up—for the first time in her life.

Her raw, bleeding wounds began to dry. The thick, scaly lesions on her skin began to peel off. It was as though death itself was retreating.

What medicine couldn’t do in seven years, God accomplished in seconds. Her legs were strengthened. Her body was renewed. A hopeless life was restored.

The entire stadium watched in awe. Many wept. Others praised. It was a public miracle—undeniable, unforgettable, a work of God Almighty.

That day, Bukhungu Stadium became holy ground.

A Message to the Church: Clean the House

From this miracle came a prophetic message—loud and clear:

“Let us clean up the church, for the LORD’s people are suffering.”

Shalin’s condition wasn’t just physical. It was a symbol of a nation in need of spiritual healing. The LORD had to come down and intervene.

The Prophet decreed life over the child and cursed death in the Name of Jesus. The child became more than a healing—she became a sermon, a symbol of God’s mercy, and a testimony of Christ the Healer. The scales peeled off not just her skin, but also the doubt of an entire generation.

Thirteen Years Later: A Life Transformed

Nearly thirteen years have passed since that miraculous moment. The little girl once abandoned to die in a forest is now a beacon of life.

After her healing, Shalin returned to school. In 2023, she sat for her KCPE exams—a major educational milestone. Later, she joined high school, fully integrated and thriving.

Today, she is known as Pst. Shalin, living a normal life, completely free from the torment of disease. More than that, she now preaches the glorious coming of the Messiah, carrying with her the torch of testimony.

Her voice is louder than ever—not just as a survivor, but as a young evangelist declaring that Jesus still heals, still saves, and is coming soon.