The world seems to be rapidly revolving more than ever, before you know its dusk.
As I try to make sense out of the US presidential folks, the Wall Street is busy tumbling, calling for our attention as though we were the architects.
In Kampala its getting even worse with building site collapsing onto its own workers and the road carnage claiming over hundred people at different incidents in just a fortnight.
Missing Chapters
Life has been so rapid for me that I don't seem to know where I dropped the thread from. with ministry am investing more of my energies with the children teaching at the men's Bible Study Fellowship and facilitating the children’s' church in my local congregation.
Studio
Lately I have caught myself doing more miniature paintings it seems am loosing the passion for the bigger things anyway I enjoying it.
Prayer Request
That I get directions for living and also be able to obey!
Finale
Yesterday as was I hustling through the crowded Kampala city taking twists and turns, hope stepping the muddy potholes at the same time having to watch over my pockets and the "boda boda" motor cyclists, a man idly observing my despairing face said "a wheel-barrow pusher never waves"…
I will never cry again.
Friday, October 24, 2008
Sunday, July 27, 2008
Peter Rocks!
Peter would always be one of the first four boys to welcome you, the moment you enter this Baby's home in a Kampala outskirt.
its not the case anymore, Peter now limps his way after a malaria injection that paralysed one of his legs, despite the beeming smile, you can still read the frustration and agony the 5 or 6 year old lad is going through.
Remeber to pray for Peter that God may provide a brighter future and better medical care and good health!
God bless
Peter rocks!
Simon - SETH - Peter @ the Babies home!
sam strums!
Sam is one other guy who would rock out all your musical senses,
He will soon be openning a music school for young folks and former
juveniles.
hey visit Sam Sekitto at http://www.myspace.com/unclesamuganda
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
Friday, June 13, 2008
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
Saturday, May 17, 2008
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
The last 20 hours Nairobi – Kampala!
These days traveling to Nairobi without a major story is like watching a series of African movies without the famous “Ki- Nigeria” (Nigerian Movies). The last twenty hours of our trip were rather dramatic but minus the post election violence.
We spent the earlier part of Friday running errands in the bustling Nairobi; a thing that drove me into an internet café to punch-in to the home folks that Kenya was back on its feet. I was using this key board that was minus letter ‘U’, no wonder this was the only free computer in the stuffy room.
We shortly returned to the house we were staying to pick our bags and bid farewell , but like the biblical Abraham and the three visitors, our host could not let us go without having a meal, something she fixed in a dash though I would have gladly missed that part out.
My colleague Fred, made this prayer-of-the-year like he was going to ignite his own car back to Kampala, I still appreciate it because I might not need another one like it in a long time especially before meals. Just like I was ready to fly out of the house our host offered to give us lift to the main road for a taxi.
East African matatu drivers seem to be born of the same woman, eve or mama Cain. We literally “flew” over Langata road, accompanied with sound blast fit for any given discotheque, before coming to a sudden halt of a traffic jam. The driver was like he was aware of our fate; he somehow got us of the snakey mess but only to a more unfamiliar part of Nairobi jungle. Thirty minutes past our check-in-time, we were yet to figure out where our bus terminal was.
Thanks to my scanty Swahili coupled with some little English and body language we got our way out only to be told to pick a cab that would carry us to the central police for a final check before boarding the bus.
I could not wait to have a nap when I realized that now am out of Nairobi waking up intervals of police road blocks one after another, as we also went deeper into the rift valley like we were about to hit the devil’s mantle.
Coming out of the valley through the mother of potholes somewhere close to Kericho town we were woken to a rude stop together with 15 other buses; Thugs had blocked the way and went on rampage robbing passengers one bus after another of money, phones, anything loose, and also roughening them up.
It took me a little while to comprehend the whole situation, I wanted to make sure that I was not in a movie theater seeing the bold guy come to my seat and asking for pesa na simu (money and phone) I handed them to him like I had no use for them, he thanked me with a slap at-least before going to the next client. They left our bus having instilled fear in us that they would come back any moment a few minutes the plunder these guys sped off!
After the realization that these fellows had left, our bus drivers gathered guts and continued all the way to Busia and Kampala. Touching the Ugandan soil felt like jumping out of fire to freedom, more broke than ever, gladly I am recovering from the shock and slowly coming to terms with the whole adventure of the last 20 hours.
God bless!
We spent the earlier part of Friday running errands in the bustling Nairobi; a thing that drove me into an internet café to punch-in to the home folks that Kenya was back on its feet. I was using this key board that was minus letter ‘U’, no wonder this was the only free computer in the stuffy room.
We shortly returned to the house we were staying to pick our bags and bid farewell , but like the biblical Abraham and the three visitors, our host could not let us go without having a meal, something she fixed in a dash though I would have gladly missed that part out.
My colleague Fred, made this prayer-of-the-year like he was going to ignite his own car back to Kampala, I still appreciate it because I might not need another one like it in a long time especially before meals. Just like I was ready to fly out of the house our host offered to give us lift to the main road for a taxi.
East African matatu drivers seem to be born of the same woman, eve or mama Cain. We literally “flew” over Langata road, accompanied with sound blast fit for any given discotheque, before coming to a sudden halt of a traffic jam. The driver was like he was aware of our fate; he somehow got us of the snakey mess but only to a more unfamiliar part of Nairobi jungle. Thirty minutes past our check-in-time, we were yet to figure out where our bus terminal was.
Thanks to my scanty Swahili coupled with some little English and body language we got our way out only to be told to pick a cab that would carry us to the central police for a final check before boarding the bus.
I could not wait to have a nap when I realized that now am out of Nairobi waking up intervals of police road blocks one after another, as we also went deeper into the rift valley like we were about to hit the devil’s mantle.
Coming out of the valley through the mother of potholes somewhere close to Kericho town we were woken to a rude stop together with 15 other buses; Thugs had blocked the way and went on rampage robbing passengers one bus after another of money, phones, anything loose, and also roughening them up.
It took me a little while to comprehend the whole situation, I wanted to make sure that I was not in a movie theater seeing the bold guy come to my seat and asking for pesa na simu (money and phone) I handed them to him like I had no use for them, he thanked me with a slap at-least before going to the next client. They left our bus having instilled fear in us that they would come back any moment a few minutes the plunder these guys sped off!
After the realization that these fellows had left, our bus drivers gathered guts and continued all the way to Busia and Kampala. Touching the Ugandan soil felt like jumping out of fire to freedom, more broke than ever, gladly I am recovering from the shock and slowly coming to terms with the whole adventure of the last 20 hours.
God bless!
Saturday, May 10, 2008
wanderers!
Friday, February 01, 2008
out-of-the-boat
"Those that seek Me early shall find Me." Proverbs 8:17
Each Monday evening I have the priviledge of teaching some young souls, the Bible
there is something atleast that amuses me and keeps me going for another week:
when doing the Closing Activities of the class, a kid asked me with concern
"Teacher whats your tribe?" knowing whats going on in Kenya todate I laughed it off!
it is such times that I call the cheecky moment!
John beheaded! Jesus feeds 5000! man walks on water!
Our lesson was from Matthew 14
what a scary day, yet full of surprses; if you read newspapers off the street the way I sometimes do, you would share some of my sentiments.
Seing Peter walk on water that short distance was surprising in itself but also reminds me of Gods love and how far I am yet to go,When Peter began to really sink, God was present, and there to save him despite his little faith. my wish is that I may take a little step further.
Those guys that stayed in the boat were real faithfuls like I was.
I would rather sink with God in sight than stay in a boat that led to no where noteworthy, My prayer request is that I may stay afloat for as long as it takes.
I guess you know your whereabouts, dont you? Jesus too walked on water!
am out of the boat!
God bless
Each Monday evening I have the priviledge of teaching some young souls, the Bible
there is something atleast that amuses me and keeps me going for another week:
when doing the Closing Activities of the class, a kid asked me with concern
"Teacher whats your tribe?" knowing whats going on in Kenya todate I laughed it off!
it is such times that I call the cheecky moment!
John beheaded! Jesus feeds 5000! man walks on water!
Our lesson was from Matthew 14
what a scary day, yet full of surprses; if you read newspapers off the street the way I sometimes do, you would share some of my sentiments.
Seing Peter walk on water that short distance was surprising in itself but also reminds me of Gods love and how far I am yet to go,When Peter began to really sink, God was present, and there to save him despite his little faith. my wish is that I may take a little step further.
Those guys that stayed in the boat were real faithfuls like I was.
I would rather sink with God in sight than stay in a boat that led to no where noteworthy, My prayer request is that I may stay afloat for as long as it takes.
I guess you know your whereabouts, dont you? Jesus too walked on water!
am out of the boat!
God bless
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
Hush a bye baby!
SEA! Safari East Africa Atlast comes to an end enroute Nairobi,
the SEA journey, started out tough with a bus breakdown at Jinja town, just a two hours drive from Kampala.
we spent alittle over 2 days in the antiquating town just after few verbal exchanges between the bus operators and the "abilias" passengers
after the long bus trek crossing boarders we at a long last touched the Moshi ground welcomed with another round of tansport cultural shock. The scandinavia company bus fellows decided to leave us part way before reaching our final destination making board the lastic Tanzanian matatus. these things never fill up whatever the number. We could grasp the idea of boarding an already full mini-bus till some kind Ugandan a resident of Moshi told us "it is the way taxis operate here", lucky an empty one came onto the scene and rescued the situation.
Our Moshi hosts came for us and we were distributed in different homes, for the first time in three days I had to sleep with my legs well streched. The party seemed to have just began, we started visiting from one home to another, one site to another, Charles, Phil, Mwalimu Dhudha, took us around moshi town, visited with the orphange, dined, and guys made a messy mural on the wall with all hands in it!
In all Moshi was simply a blessing.
Dont cRy FOR mE taNzAnia!
We had to leave town and head back home aboard the Akamba Bus Co. spend a few days in Nairobi and finally go to the city with numerous hills, calm and chaos. That was our plan but God intended otherwise; reaching Namanga boarder post of Kenya and Tanzania, we were told that we cannot go to Nairobi that night following the election violence in Kenya, Lord we were yet to spend another night in the stationery bus before we were finally allowed to move to Nairobi.
Just God's Grace
By the time we arrived in Nairobi the mood in the town was gloomy and the airs smoky, mean fellows in the name of GSU police foot patrolling and a few others on horses, kind of not minding our presence there, who cares anyway we quickly boarded a city Matatu out of the towerly streets, and headed for the outskirts in Nairobi west. Our confused faces about the the whole situation made folks there think we had lost the elections.
boy! we know where we put our ballot papers when the need comes.
our area was relatively calm, and business unsual we could still buy food and other supplies and also snooze like the world was ours, in the meantime TV pictures were all gloomy and shocking; news of burning properties, looters, and the looted kept on flashing the Kenyan TV stations minute by minute, but on our part it was business unsual, we still visited the animal park and different parts of the city, we also had the previlledge of having (BSF International) Bible Study Fellowship in Nairobi class.
We were certainly depressed by the fact that we could not cross back Uganda at our will since western part of Kenya was virtually burning up. our patience was readily tested kept on checking with our transporter on the possibilities of travel till finally all became calm. Nice the good news came one sunday afternoon that it was now safe for us to travel to "biblical promised land" but still had to wait for another two days. Just wait the reception at the bus terminal kept on echoing to the different inquiries; we did just that till that Wednesday morning when we sailed out smoky free from the ghostly city.
George my host and myself, braved to the city center to visit with the several Ugandans who were stranded at the bus terminal and to also try to get some assistance from the Ugandan embassy, we couldn't get any significant help, so on our back home we ran into a scuffle between the police and the rioters, it was like the climax of the party, as some policeman told us to raise our hands others were telling us to go back and others to God who knows. but gladly we found our way through the ghostly railway and the industrial area and finally made it back.
East or west!
It is no doubt Kampala is best, happy Boda Boda motor-cyclists were eager to receive us aboard Akamba Bus and take us anywhere we wished to go for a fee ofcourse! phew worried hearts settled. I could not wait to taste the Ugandan coffee and unskimmed millk and also lay down with all my legs outstreched.
Do still want to be on SEA! see you next time.
the SEA journey, started out tough with a bus breakdown at Jinja town, just a two hours drive from Kampala.
we spent alittle over 2 days in the antiquating town just after few verbal exchanges between the bus operators and the "abilias" passengers
after the long bus trek crossing boarders we at a long last touched the Moshi ground welcomed with another round of tansport cultural shock. The scandinavia company bus fellows decided to leave us part way before reaching our final destination making board the lastic Tanzanian matatus. these things never fill up whatever the number. We could grasp the idea of boarding an already full mini-bus till some kind Ugandan a resident of Moshi told us "it is the way taxis operate here", lucky an empty one came onto the scene and rescued the situation.
Our Moshi hosts came for us and we were distributed in different homes, for the first time in three days I had to sleep with my legs well streched. The party seemed to have just began, we started visiting from one home to another, one site to another, Charles, Phil, Mwalimu Dhudha, took us around moshi town, visited with the orphange, dined, and guys made a messy mural on the wall with all hands in it!
In all Moshi was simply a blessing.
Dont cRy FOR mE taNzAnia!
We had to leave town and head back home aboard the Akamba Bus Co. spend a few days in Nairobi and finally go to the city with numerous hills, calm and chaos. That was our plan but God intended otherwise; reaching Namanga boarder post of Kenya and Tanzania, we were told that we cannot go to Nairobi that night following the election violence in Kenya, Lord we were yet to spend another night in the stationery bus before we were finally allowed to move to Nairobi.
Just God's Grace
By the time we arrived in Nairobi the mood in the town was gloomy and the airs smoky, mean fellows in the name of GSU police foot patrolling and a few others on horses, kind of not minding our presence there, who cares anyway we quickly boarded a city Matatu out of the towerly streets, and headed for the outskirts in Nairobi west. Our confused faces about the the whole situation made folks there think we had lost the elections.
boy! we know where we put our ballot papers when the need comes.
our area was relatively calm, and business unsual we could still buy food and other supplies and also snooze like the world was ours, in the meantime TV pictures were all gloomy and shocking; news of burning properties, looters, and the looted kept on flashing the Kenyan TV stations minute by minute, but on our part it was business unsual, we still visited the animal park and different parts of the city, we also had the previlledge of having (BSF International) Bible Study Fellowship in Nairobi class.
We were certainly depressed by the fact that we could not cross back Uganda at our will since western part of Kenya was virtually burning up. our patience was readily tested kept on checking with our transporter on the possibilities of travel till finally all became calm. Nice the good news came one sunday afternoon that it was now safe for us to travel to "biblical promised land" but still had to wait for another two days. Just wait the reception at the bus terminal kept on echoing to the different inquiries; we did just that till that Wednesday morning when we sailed out smoky free from the ghostly city.
George my host and myself, braved to the city center to visit with the several Ugandans who were stranded at the bus terminal and to also try to get some assistance from the Ugandan embassy, we couldn't get any significant help, so on our back home we ran into a scuffle between the police and the rioters, it was like the climax of the party, as some policeman told us to raise our hands others were telling us to go back and others to God who knows. but gladly we found our way through the ghostly railway and the industrial area and finally made it back.
East or west!
It is no doubt Kampala is best, happy Boda Boda motor-cyclists were eager to receive us aboard Akamba Bus and take us anywhere we wished to go for a fee ofcourse! phew worried hearts settled. I could not wait to taste the Ugandan coffee and unskimmed millk and also lay down with all my legs outstreched.
Do still want to be on SEA! see you next time.
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