Meet Mariama Kallon: a young woman who lost her family to a brutal civil war that lasted for decades.



Early 1990s, Sierra Leone: a small country in Western Africa, and one of the worst places to live in the world. By some accounts, it is the worst.

Now fast-forward to Salt Lake City, Utah, several years later. Mariama is now a missionary for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints, serving on Temple Square, and life is wonderful.

What happened? Service.

Selfless service in the form of a hygiene kit. As Mariama explains, “My family and I were constantly on the run, trying to escape the rebel soldiers…About seven years after the war began, the rebels came to our city. My whole family was running to escape, but my parents, who were just a few steps behind me, were shot and killed. I was so sad to lose them, but I had to keep moving. My brother, sister, and I moved to a safer place, and for a short while we were all right, but the rebels eventually hit that town, too. This time we didn’t have time to run away. My brother was taken and later killed. My sister and I were lined up outside with all the other women. We were all so frightened. Everyone was crying and praying—even people who had never

School Destroyed by Sierra Leone’s Civil War

believed in God before. I was not a member of the Church at the time, but I believed in God and prayed that His will would be done and hoped that He would find a way to save me.“As the rebels reached the woman in front of me, our army came rushing in and the rebels ran away. I know that I was not better than the people who were in front of me or behind me, but I thanked God that I had been spared and prayed that I might understand His plan for me.”Mariama was then blessed by two very important acts of service: an invitation to an LDS branch and a hygiene kit from the Church’s Humanitarian Center. Mariama continues: “We were blessed in our town, because the Church sent food and humanitarian kits for the members of the Church and others. The food kept us all alive. Everyone was so grateful even to receive a small bag of rice or beans. I received a blanket and a hygiene kit that included a toothbrush, toothpaste, shampoo, soap, a comb, and a washcloth.

“Not long after, the rebels hit again. They burned down the house I was living in, and as I was running to escape the flames, I took time to save only two things—my scriptures and my hygiene kit. We had to live on the run for a while after that, and I used my hygiene kit to help those around me. I would squeeze out one pinch of toothpaste for each person, or we would go to the river and carefully pass my bar of soap from person to person. The kit was so precious to us. The blanket, too, was invaluable. It sheltered us for many days until I used it to wrap an old woman who had died and had nothing to be buried in.

“Eventually, I went back to my town and my branch. It was then that I decided I wanted to serve a mission. This was a difficult decision for me, because I had nothing and would be leaving behind people I loved. As I was trying to decide, I read D&C 84:81 and 88, which say, “Therefore, take ye no thought for the morrow, for what ye shall eat, or what ye shall drink, or wherewithal ye shall be clothed . . . for I will go before your face. I will be on your right hand and on your left, and my Spirit shall be in your hearts, and mine angels round about you, to bear you up.” I knew the Lord would care for me, so I turned in my mission papers and was called to the Utah Salt Lake City Temple Square Mission.

“I arrived in Utah with practically nothing, but I insisted on bringing my hygiene kit, because it meant so much to me. One day, my companion and I were taking a tour of the Humanitarian Center in Salt Lake, and I recognized a blanket that had the Relief Society logo embroidered on it, just like the one I’d had in Sierra Leone. I looked around and saw hygiene kits like mine and familiar bags of beans and rice, and I began cry.

‘“This is where they came from!” I thought to myself. Tears streamed down my cheeks as I remembered what these things sitting in stacks in the Humanitarian Center in Salt Lake meant to my friends and to me in Sierra Leone. I was so grateful to the Lord for preserving me, for bringing the gospel into my life, and for allowing me to serve a mission. I knew that His angels truly had been round about me, to bear me up.”

Nowhere in the Book of Mormon is the word joy mentioned more than in chapters about missionary work, aka service. Helping those who desperately need the necessities of life (temporal service) is the second most fulfilling and joy-infusing type of service one can find. And what better way is there to follow the pattern that Jesus Christ set when he lived among us? This is what he did, always.

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(Mariama’s story is excerpted from an article that appeared in the New Era, November 2006, pp. 10–12.)