Bible, faith kept public safety officer alive as ‘Lost Boy’

June 14, 2017 / by / 7 Comments

Joseph Gamunde’s journey from war-torn Africa to the peace of GCU is a story of faith and survival.

Story by Karen Fernau
Photos by Travis Neely
GCU News Bureau

Playing dead kept Joseph Gamunde alive as Islamic militants gunned down classmates at their desks.

Wild fruit and sporadic rainfall kept him from starving or dying of thirst as he fled the bloodshed in his homeland of Sudan.

After he watched his father get executed, faith kept his heart beating and his feet moving toward safety.

“My Bible, my faith. They are the only weapons I had, and they kept me alive,” says Gamunde, now a public safety officer for Grand Canyon University.

Today, he still reads the same Bible he brought to Phoenix in December 2000 from the Kakuma refugee camp in Kenya. While working the evening shift at GCU, he keeps it stashed in his car and its words in his heart.

“It reminds me of where I came from,” says Gamunde, one of the Lost Boys of Sudan, the name given to the displaced South Sudanese youths who fled their villages to escape a war that began in 1983 and raged for more than 20 years.

There’s more, much more, to GCU Public Safety Officer Joseph than meets the eye.

Gamunde began working at GCU two years ago, yet few on campus know the harrowing life he left behind on a faraway continent. Only the remnants of his lilting, native Moro tongue hint at a foreign past.

The only time he talks about fleeing death in Sudan and eight years in a Kenyan refugee camp is when he believes his torment helps others shed theirs.

“I ask God to share with me the best so I can share the same with others,” he says. “I share both my pain and my joy. I tell them that whatever they go through, no matter how bad it seems, their troubles won’t be permanent. The best is yet to come. Always.”

Gamunde talks of his African past with the exactness of a historian.

The Second Sudanese Civil war stretched from 1983 to 2005 between the Islamic Sudanese government and the Sudan People’s Liberation Army. It lasted for 22 years and is one of the longest civil wars on record.

Yet, when he switches from the facts to memories, he speaks with the heartbreak of a man whose childhood was shattered by war. 

Decades have done little to mute the horror of watching his father killed, learning of his mother’s death in an air strike, witnessing mass executions, dodging soldiers, facing starvation and the simmering hatred between religions and tribes.

Gamunde’s horror story begins as a 13-year-old attending school in a southern Sudanese town miles from his native village. His father, a minister with five children, had come to visit.

“The ruling Islamics decided anyone from a different place was a spy, an insurgent,” he says. “They put a hood over his face that was filled with a poisonous powder. I watched him die, and the insurgents told me that’s how they killed.”

Gamunde and his classmates were then ordered to attend an Islamic brainwashing school. After two short weeks, the teacher learned that rebels were on their way to rescue the students. He opened fire.

“My best friend was shot and his blood was all over me. … The blood let me play dead. My friends died,” he explains.

Joseph Gamunde still carries the same Bible that he read in the refugee camp in Kenya where he once lived.

After the schoolhouse massacre, he and other teenage refugees began a two-year trek through jungles and deserts, zig-zagging their way past government troops to the safety of a neighboring country. They avoided villages, towns and walked only under the protection of darkness. They had hope but no maps, no planned route.

“I had no idea where I was going, but I knew that if I got there, I would start a new life,” he says.

To survive, he risked eating plants not knowing if they were deadly. “I believed what God says, that even if you drink a poison in his name, you will survive,” he said.

Gamunde often survived days without water or food. Slowly, his newfound family of refugees shrank as many died from the hardship.

Only a last-ditch miracle spared them after they had decided to stop and die together rather than one by one along a tenuous path.

Without water, they knew death was inevitable. Together they sat on the desert floor and prayed. Fifteen minutes later, dark clouds swept over them, dropping life-saving rain.

“The rain told us that God intended for us to survive,” he says.

His ragtag group finally arrived at a refugee camp in Kenya, where he spent eight years working from 5 a.m. to 11 p.m. every day. He made do with a cup of beans a week.

As a teacher, he passed on what he learned in school to the camp’s children. As a minister, he employed what he learned from Sunday school, his father and the Bible to help others embrace Christianity.

As peacemaker, he diffused intermittent violence between warring tribes.

“I did everything I could to make sure we lived in harmony and peace,” he said. “My tribe was called cowards because we didn’t believe in killing. For others, killing was easy.”

Public Safety Officer Joseph Gamunde appreciates being able to combine his faith and his work.

After years of red tape, he was granted, at age 24, permission to emigrate to the United States.

He flew to his new country with 89 other Boys of Sudan, moving into his first apartment near the GCU campus.

At first, he worked on the manufacturing floor of Valley semi-conductor companies, but after several layoffs he accepted a job with a private security firm, where he worked for nearly a decade.

A former co-worker encouraged him to apply to GCU two years ago, and Gamunde remains grateful.

“I finally feel like I am in the right place,” he says. “I don’t have to hide my faith. I can bring it to work.”

Case in point: the cross on his uniform’s patch and the privilege to occasionally pray with a student.

GCU also shares many of the academic values of his African family and tribe.

“We believed in education, ministry and health care. What was important to us is right here on campus,” says Gamunde, a father of an 11-year-old son.

The stories of South Sudanese refugee children have been told in books, movies and documentaries.

Gamunde, however, prefers sharing face to face how he keeps past demons at bay or channels war-scarred memories into acts of kindness.

“All that I’ve seen that’s so terrible has shaped me to see life in a positive way,” he said. “I choose love over violence. I look for good in the worst of times.”

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7 Responses
  1. Tonie I

    A painful reminder of how blessed we are to live in this country, and work under the protection of our Lord, Jesus Christ.

    Lopes Rising!

    Jun.14.2017 at 12:02 pm
  2. Mark Madison


    Jun.14.2017 at 1:12 pm
  3. Briana

    What a great article. Thank you for sharing your story.

    Jun.20.2017 at 11:27 am
  4. Negassa Danno

    This story fills my eyes with tears. I worked as a nurse in the Sudanese Refugee Camp in Ethiopia Gambella region, Itang refugee camp in the early 1990s. What these people went through is beyond imagination, unbearable. It is true that it was only by special protection from Almighty God that they made the difficult journey in their own country and abroad. To understand what Joseph and his friends went through, I highly recommend watching ‘THE LOST BOYS OF SUDAN’ movie. I let my children watch this movie so that they understand how blessed they are to be safe and not to take it for granted.
    Joseph, thank you for sharing your incredible story.

    Jul.03.2017 at 9:47 pm

    Your story is Phenomenal and Inspiring!

    Jul.07.2017 at 12:10 pm
  6. Leticia

    Thank you for sharing your story. God is good!!

    Jul.07.2017 at 3:21 pm
  7. Joseph Gamunde

    Amen! Yes God is good and God is in control. Thank you everyone for your time to read my life experience story. In God we trust. Blessings.

    Jul.15.2017 at 6:13 pm
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