In the dry hills of coastal Kenya, where cracked earth meets a cloudless sky, believers gather for church beneath the branches of wide, sheltering trees. There are no walls, no microphones, and no pews—only voices lifted in worship and hearts that refuse to give up.

This is a place where faith must walk far—sometimes twenty, even forty kilometers—to reach the sound of praise. The Pastor will sell goats to pay bus fare, or walk for hours through heat and dust to preach beneath the open sky. Yet, from these humble beginnings, revival is spreading. Miracles happen. The sick are healed. Minds once broken are restored. And from one testimony to the next, nine churches have been born—each one beginning with prayer, a tree, and a handful of believers who would not stop gathering.

In a land where the rain is scarce and the roads are rough, the fire of faith still burns bright.

This is the story of those who worship in the dust, and walk miles to meet their miracle.

This is Where Faith Walks Far.

In the heart of Nairobi’s Karobangi South, worship rises from an unlikely place—a rented go-down, a corrugated metal warehouse once meant for storing goods, now transformed into a sanctuary. The floor is concrete, the roof leaks when it rains, and the walls tremble with the sound of praise. Yet inside this humble space, the power of God moves freely.

This is the story of a small congregation that chose faith over fear and calling over comfort. When the cost of obedience meant walking away from financial security, they did it anyway—and found that God was already waiting in the uncertainty. From money that appeared just in time to pay rent, to a new keyboard sent by a stranger’s obedience, miracle after miracle became the rhythm of their ministry.

Through every struggle, the light of revival continues to shine in Nairobi’s industrial heart. Souls are being filled, prayers are being answered, and faith is building something far greater than walls of stone or steel.

This is the sound of Faith in the Go-Down.