By Erick Wamanji The room is animate when we arrive. A cacophony of lexis mixed with whimpers waft out. People here are enchanted. Through a slit on the curtain, a scene of hands held up in penance and praise is visible. The muffle ebbs and seamlessly gives way to praise and worship hymns. For a moment, we are lost. Were it not for a statue of the Virgin Mary, no one could tell this is a Roman Catholic Church.