When God personally extended his hand to me

I never forget my Identity card; but this one Monday morning. I forgot it in a cross bag I had carried the previous evening while going to a friend’s place. Her hostel security is tight. However, I was particularly not comfortable my leaving Identity card with the guard on duty that day. He looked a bit shady to me. Thus, forgetting the very identity card the next morning after the evening scenario was very unfitting.

As fate would have it that same morning, the company security office woke up to be tighter at my than before; whoever did not have a valid identity card could not access the company premises. The security enforcer stood, smiled at me –he knew personally- and expressed his regrets for he was under instructions not to let people like me in. Which I respected; the only way out was to board back home and pick my card.  This also meant that I had to miss the morning meeting.

That particular morning I was lucky to have two cars at my disposal. But now I was about to spend twice on transport.  I had not only forgotten my identity card but also my colleague’s SD (camera) card which was more troublesome.

I told God, “This is unusual, moreover on a Monday morning. Whatever your plans, let your will be done.”

God’s plan it was indeed. A few minutes away from home, I realized that it I did not have the keys to the main house. I proceeded anyway, fully knowing that God had a reason for this drama.

I had a hint; it was about my prayer life. I know people who make earnest prayers. I have tried, sometimes I feel like I have prayed and believed to the best of my ability and yet reap no results. I had been asking God why he does not answer even when am sure He is listening.

Today was show time. I got home, opened the store, and started praying. Crazy right? You are supposed to be in a meeting, your colleague is waiting for her card to go to hit the filed and you are busy praying for God to bring open the house? What a  waste of time! I imagined someone telling me that. I remembered that the truth of the gospel is foolishness to this world. So I went to pray.

I asked God why he never answers me. I told him about the bragging of some of the preachers in town. They say I just said this and there was my answer yet we are both children in the kingdom, believers! How much more do I have to believe until I receive? I reminded Him that even when he used Moses to perform some of the greatest, God helped him to believe by showing signs and wonders.

It took a while, at some point I just became silent but continued in prayer. Meanwhile I kept running back to check on the door to see if God had already opened it. I mentioned to him that I know I cannot do it on my own, but He had the power to do anything. If he wanted to send the two cards through air, I was ready to receive them. If he was going to make me go through the closed door, or wall, I was ready, if he wanted to open the door and let me in, I told him it was all up to him for he is able and I believe he can do anything. All I wanted was to get my cards and go back to work and only him could help me for he is my father.

It took a while, many times a thought told me how foolish it was to stand and wait for God to come open for me. I reassured myself that I was praying to a living God. I reminded God of His promises, gave Him examples of how I felt oppressed in prayer, and acknowledged his Almighty power, acknowledged my weak prayer life and reminded him how he promised for me to ask anything and I would receive I went on confessing his promises.

Then, I remembered that God passed through many ways. True, I had options he could use, but he had more. I saw a small rusty key on the floor. I picked it and tried it in the door. I would say, I could not believe it opened yet I expected the door to open whichever way God preferred. I rushed in, picked the cards and ran to work.

I told the incident to all the believers I knew of at work and other who cared to listen.

I kept the small key and tried it later in the door but it did not work. It is not that I doubted the Lord’s power, but I was testing and proving that it was indeed only God who reached his hand to me at my time of need.

I called, believed and he answered. Mathew 7:7

Jesus is Alive

Jesus is Alive

God is not dead!

*PS please click on the highlighted words for scripture reference.

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I cannot believe I had pity on a rat!

Baby rat- courtesy photo

Baby rat- courtesy photo

There are some things I cannot tolerate in a house; rodents top the list. Then come bugs, cockroaches and all skin biting, blood sucking creepy-crawlies.

But just the other day, I was surprised at my reaction towards a little pink-skinned rodent in my room. On a fine afternoon, I was busying myself with some work. The corner of my eye caught a vague image of a fast-moving black creature. I was almost certain it was a rat. However, part of me reasoned that it was a hallucination. But I was certain my suspicions of a rodent were true. I got up, scouted around to trace the trail of this black bodied creature since I had only caught a glimpse but got none. I sat back and went back to my work though this time part of my conscience was watching for this dark creature.

Before long, the four-legged thing cropped from underneath the wardrobe. My first reaction was, ‘Oh, it looks adorable!’ Well it was a baby rat. With a small body, parts of which were still pinkish. I could almost read all its reactions.

Baby rat- courtesy photo

Baby rat- courtesy photo

It crept under the door and peered through the corridor. I could hear a few footsteps. As the giant footsteps -in its perspective-came nearer, I could see its body trembling with fear. Then it dashed and hid on a wall adjacent to the door. In a little leap it stood in its hind legs, rubbing its little face with the fore legs as it pondered the next move. I felt sorry for it. For a moment, I felt its pain; it wanted to go out but feared the giant humans. Then it crept back underneath the wardrobe.

At this moment, it hit me that a rat had just run back into the room. I wanted it out of the room but my wishes had just been bogged down. I though aloud;

Did I just have pity on a rodent? Small, and innocent as it may look, it will not be amusing when its hunger drives it to nibble my stuff. But well it was already gone.

I had just had pity on a rodent! Maybe I should blame it on the many animations I have watched.

I pray it does not feed and bulge from in here.

Gosh rodents!

Professor Kanyeihamba: How many last terms do you want Museveni to have?

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Reading the good Professor’s opinion in the Sunday Monitor dated 18th May 2015 did not shock me at all. In all fairness the good professor needs to rest from the struggles of this country so that he is remembered as a gallant son who fought against misrule in this country. He needs to give a gift to himself by retiring fully from the contradictions that he is laboring to make in the evening of his life. Professor Kanyeihamba is a good man and no doubt about it, a distinguished former Justice of the Supreme Court, one whose profile will not be distorted by historians, but only if he comes to his aid.

I am reminded of an incident when the good professor cried on National television recently after the Constitutional Court registry staff failed to receive his petition. He said;

I usually cry for the death of my relatives…

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UCU sleeps in uncertainty tonight

This picture is making rounds on whatsapp with in the UCU circles

This picture is making rounds on whatsapp with in the UCU circles

Students and staff of Uganda Christian University are uncertain of what they will wake up to tomorrow morning as rumours of a planned demonstration led by the guild president continue to cause unrest among the population.

While addressing the staff and students’ community during lunch time communal prayers, the Vice Chancellor Dr. John Senyonyi said he learned of the plans through a post on Facebook last evening.

Senyonyi revealed that the Guild President Arthur Baliruno had written to the Mukono District Police Commander early this week informing him of a demonstration come Wednesday morning.

Senyonyi was bitter that the president did not follow university policies provided for demonstrations. “The guild did not follow what has been outlined in the policy,” he said. He warned that should any damages or injuries occur, they guild president will be held directly responsible.

According to the university policy, whoever plans a lawful demonstration should write a proposal to the Director of Students’ Affairs (DOSA) at least 48 hours before the due date. This letter should include the names, registration numbers of the students and the total number of those planning to demonstrate. The DOSA shall then grant or deny permission to the proposal.

“If he wants to call a demonstration it is not bad, but he should follow procedure.” Dr. Senyonyi said. “I believe in dialogue not in meetings where you ambush people,” he added.

The demonstration is allegedly about the closure of all of the university gates, forcing all university users to use the main gate. The Vice Chancellor explained to the students’ community that it is a measure levied to curb terrorism as advised by security officers.

“If you want us to open the gate, then assure two things; one, get permission from the police and two, tell the Al-Shabab not to attack us,” he retorted causing some students to feel sorry for cursing the security measure.

Shortly after the Garissa attack in Kenya, Uganda Christian University started receiving terror threats from the Al-Shabab. This unrest cold give the terrorists an advantage over the university security.

If the demonstration/strike pushes through, it will be the first time ever that Uganda Christian university students demonstrate or strike against the authorities.

Most of the finalists are opposed to the demonstration/strike because they are worried of losing time or wasting tuition.

Others argue that the reasons are genuine but could have been addressed better.

For the guild on the other hand, they say they have pitched ideas long enough but nothing has been done about it and it is time to use other means.

It is less than 12 hours, let us see what tomorrow brings.

SPINAL BIFIDA; the medical condition that will ruin your imagination of having bouncing babies

Thirteen month old Christian Odoch was the first patient I encountered with spinal bifida. He was brought to Vision Group premises by Ayo Pamela who says she was abandoned by her husband as soon as she gave birth to the boy. He has a large swelling on his lower back in a shape of a head. This swelling grows bigger as he grows. Ayo needed the media to help her campaign and raise shs.60m for her son’s operation in Nakasero hospital.

The local musician in her mid-thirties says her music- which is her main source of income- has been on a stand still since Christian was born, ultimately shrinking her income.

Palma, as she prefers to be called, (says she) gave birth to Odoch in Kotch-Goma in Gulu hospital. However, the toddler had such worrying complications that they he was referred to Mbale regional referral hospital. There was no solace and she was further referred then to Mulago National Referral Hospital. At Mulago, the equipment to efficiently carry out the operation was missing. She says she was then referred to Nakasero Hospital.

I took it up, and decided to look into the facts of the matter.  One of the doctors who tended to her at Nakasero hospital spoke to me on grounds of anonymity. He contradicted many things like Palma is not the mother of the child. He also said the father of the child, a UPDF had not abandoned them financially as she claims. “In fact, he called recently to find out how far we had progressed,” the doctor said.
After an interrogation over phone with Palma, I resolved that relations did not matter here. Rather, Odoch represents many sick babies that I did not know about yet. I decided to find out more about the illness and how much it has affected Uganda.

I then met Dr. Michael Muhumuza, head of Neurosurgery Mulago hospital. If Odoch is lucky to be operated on, Dr. Muhumuza’s hands will do the healing craft.

So what is spinal bifida?
Spinal bifida is a neural tube defect. Dr. Muhumuza says, “Spinal bifida results from having low folic acid levels at conception.” Much as the disease can be detected within six weeks of pregnancy, “not much can be done to revert a fetus that already has neural tube defects.”

The disease manifests as a swelling on a baby’s back, halting proper development of a baby’s spinal cord. It defect weakens children’s lower limbs leaving them ridden in wheelchairs all their lives. It also permanently weakens the child’s ability to control the flow of urine and feaces; medically known as incontinence.

Odoch has a small opening on his anus where he is able to defecate from. That is the case with all patients of spinal bifida. Palma says he can take even two weeks without passing stool.

As you can see, the child becomes “a burden the mother, the family and to the nation at large. The expense of taking care of them is high. This would rather be avoided.”

Just a dose of folic acids

Over the years, this condition has become very common upcountry. Ironically, it is a rare condition in countries like China and Europe where green-leaf vegetables are grown on a smaller scale compared to developing countries like Uganda.

All sexually active women are prone to the defect. Medics advise that a good dose of folic acids in the body three months to the conception is the only simple prevention to the otherwise costly defect. Thus it is important for couples to plan for pregnancies.

“That is why it is good to sit down as a couple and plan when to have a baby,” says Dr. Muhumuza.

The ward at Mulago National referral hospital is small. Once an operation is carried out, patients are discharged. Surgery only helps to close up the swelling but cannot cure the disease. Dr. Muhumuza calls on expectant mothers to visit antenatal clinics as frequent as possible. This is because the earlier the defects are detected the better.

At Mulago hospital, the surgeries are carried out free of charge.

when are Uganda get a t-shirt to promote your country?

Now this is patriotism. Join the campaign…

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THERE is a group of people out there, prominent among whom are Tourism aficionados Amos Wekesa and Stephen Asiimwe, who have offered themselves up to be walking advertisements for Uganda to the international community in the simplest way possible.
These are people who travel frequently outside of Uganda through airports and other such communication hubs that are frequented by large numbers of other people who are likely tourists or, at the very least, travellers.
They are also people who by nature gain public attention merely by virtue of their presence alone.
Their simple activity: Wearing a Uganda t-shirt.
Prominently.
Amos’ rationale makes sense and if you try it out you will find that it works out just fine: turn up in your Uganda t-shirt in front of anyone who hasn’t heard of Uganda before and they will ask, “What’s that?”
That gives you an opportunity to deliver a well-rehearsed marketing pitch for…

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