Life as a PK part 1

Ever wondered how it felt to be a Pastor’s Kid?

I did not just enter when my parents received God’s calling to be Pastors. I was born into it and there is actually nothing I can do about it. I understood it well that being born into it never meant I was saved. Just like any person I had to go through the process of salvation which I found at the age of 9.

PK- Pastor’s Kid

Grew up in the church, I live, breath and eat church. Our church has been around for years and she is doing the best any vision driven church can. I know you are not here to read about my church but my life and the lives of many other PK’s.. Growing up I was taught Proverbs 22:6(MEV) which says “Train up a child in the ways he should go, and when he is old he shall not depart from it”. This scripture made little sense, as I was growing up, on the other hand it made more sense when I turned 17.

Living under the roof of Pastors has not been an easy task trust me. There are time I feel I need to be given some slack because I push too hard and I carry weight that I should not carry. NO, my parents did not throw the weight on me; I decided to help out where I could even if I am not so exposed to the running of the church. I do learn from them EVERY SINGLE day of my life.

When I started realising that I needed to take this title a bit more serious, I was turning 15 and at that age, I was going through the most pain in life. My life was falling apart in different directions but I still maintained the biggest smile you could ever see. We (PK’s) might not spill the entire beans about what happens in our lives because we are judged by the world and they want us to feel okay about it. I do not think most of the other PK’s will stand by this but I feel it is a HUGE blessing and a privilege to be born into a Pastor’s family. Besides the heartaches, the backstabbing, the losses, the lies etc. I have come to the point where I am content. However, I struggle to place my feet sometimes but what is life without a struggle? I will tell you this truth about growing up a PK… Being a PK is extremely difficult, yet rewarding. I never for once had my own name, a name that I could carry through the crowds feeling proud that I am the girl with that name. I remember in grade 5 we had gone to a conference to one of the churches around and I did not know that other pupils were watching me. When I got to school the following day I was called “Pastor Lulu” by some boy who also ended up where I am. I felt humiliated to be called Pastor Lulu as I hated the fact that I was a Pastor’s kid. However, I do not think the boy went through the humiliation I went through at that time. I could not stand those words, I did not look at them the same way I did before and those words ruined me for the remaining years of my primary education. I had been rejected and looked down upon because of my background. I felt misplaced and invisible causing me to have an extremely low self-esteem about myself I had vowed never to mention that I was PK to anyone else until I felt comfortable which was going to be NEVER. From that moment on, I had told myself that I want to go further away from home, from the church just to get the freedom I wanted to have. Being a PK has taught me to stand firm and never lose sight of the goodness that surrounds me. I try my level best to not get bothered by people who say that we PKs are dangerous and evil.

One of my closest friends Ogaufi Papo expresses “the reason why many Pastor’s kids have gone astray and are running to the world is because the church has placed us PKs under the spotlight making it hard to make mistakes and learn and grow.” Another close friend Comfort Chauke mentions that despite him not having the freedom that he wishes he had while he was growing, he says he is grateful because it taught him to be a stronger person when he got to varsity. “Some rules are there to protect us,” he concludes. As I talked with these two, I came to the realization that we actually go through tough time. However, because of the judgements that we receive it becomes hard to speak about our daily struggles as PKs. Most PKs hide their pain and struggles leaving them emotionless and There are stories we have not told because of “PK’s do not go through such situations” I swear there were days I felt like I was on the edge because everyone in my high school made sure that they watched my every move and made judgements from my actions. I did not cope, I did not like eyes on me, and I HATED the spotlight with a passion.

I will stop right here for this week. There is too much to say and not everything can be put in the first post. The next blog will be posted on Tuesday the 2nd of April 2019.

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Much Love from me to you

- Lu’