My name is Jacob Alabi. I grew up in Ogbomoso, the peaceful southwestern city of Nigeria. However, in 2020, I sacrificed my comfort zone when the call for disaster relief came from turbulent northern Nigeria. I left my parents and a serene environment that refreshed my heart to attend to the Mumuye people in the hard-to-reach and isolated mountainous ranges of Taraba State. It could be discouraging to travel on Nigerian roads - frequented by hoodlums, paraded by kidnappers, patrolled by terrorists, and with many awkward eventualities. However, nothing would stop the philanthropic desire running within me since then, not even the arduous two-day journey or the threat of Covid-19, which was vehement at the time. People needed help and help they would receive. The Mumuyes are a wonderful people group but with so many unfortunate situations surrounding them. The first threat to their life is insecurity. It snatches their loved ones from their community structure, recruiting them into illegal streams of armed forces targeted to destroy the nation. Some ended up with Boko Haram (an insurgent group) or another of its kind. Ultimately, they waste themselves and their people. In addition, education is a hard currency among the Mumuyes. That reflects in all their dealings. Many spend their mornings around large pots of a local gin called Burukutu. They drink it in a stupor and hand the same pattern over to their children. Their youths have almost nothing to do besides the consumption of alcohol and farming (farming to generate income from alcohol). They sank deeper into helplessness without an educational structure to liberate their community. Without sound academics, calling them an underserved community is an understatement. That prompted my action in 2020, swinging to save a people I did not know. Yet I never regret it; I enjoy it. My impact in their midst included enlightening them about the danger of alcohol. Climbing the mountains for over two hours, I shared hope with the Mumuyes. I went with a team, and we distributed materials to aid their learning processes, transform their communities, and aid their transition into a world of hope. Since the community service and disaster relief, I have been in touch with them. More help is needed, and I decided to turn the gaze of global philanthropists toward the Mumuyes. Since 2020, sharing about the Mumuyes has been my priority. That has stirred a few people to remember them and eventually go their way to render assistance. However, many people shrink back because, truthfully speaking, the journey up their way can kill. There are odds many would consider. Therefore, I had to find a way to make their going easy and against all odds. Because of that, I enrolled in missionary aviation technology at Moody Aviation (the aviation department of Moody Bible Institute), Spokane, Washington, USA. In a couple of years, I will earn pilot certificates, which will help me partner with educators, medical practitioners, and other life-transforming professionals globally. My skill as an aviator will come in handy in transporting people and materials to this underrepresented, underserved, and impoverished community. As I pause, it is no joke that many nations are wounded today, but some are bleeding more than others. Disaster has grasped the veins of Nigeria, and the Mumuyes are feeling its pangs. Their frames are begging for aid; their joints are crying for support. Terrified by terrorism, ridiculed by superstition, and misguided by ignorance, the plea of this isolated society is, "Relief now than ever!" Let us get them the relief they need.