God, ALMIGHTY!

I know that God is mighty. It is right there in one of His many names, God Almighty. I know it, I have read it in my Bible and I have often heard people say it. In fact, I myself have said it quite a number of times. The problem is I don’t know if I had ever really comprehended just how true and real it is, that God, indeed is mighty.

A few days ago, alone in my room, I sat on my bed, re-watching a sitcom called Friends. It is a really old sitcom but also really funny, and if you ever need to laugh till your stomach hurts, I recommend you find it. Anyway, so I told myself I was watching it because I had watched all the movies and series I had on my laptop and that it was really the only thing worth re-watching, but really I was just lying to myself. The truth is I was watching it because I hoped that by laughing at the comedy therein, I would somehow forget about the things going wrong in my life and feel better about myself. And it was not that my life was falling apart or anything like that, it was just one of those moments when depressive thoughts suddenly kick in and with them come feelings of emptiness and the scariest loneliness. So yes, basically, I was trying to mask these feelings with a comedy. My plan was going so well until it wasn’t; somewhere in the middle of an episode, I don’t know how or why, but something in me just came loose and I couldn’t watch anymore. I wanted to scream and break/punch/kick something but I couldn’t. I tried to pray coherently, in my usual organized way but I couldn’t. I just broke down in tears and found myself ranting and raving about my situation to God. I told Him I didn’t want to feel the way I was feeling; I wanted to be happy. Genuinely happy. I went on and on about how my life seemed to be a mess and I was wondering how much longer I had to wait to see the change I was hoping for. I even turned the guns on Him and started demanding that He do something about my life. I reminded Him how He had stopped the sun for Joshua, how He had healed a blind man with mud and spit, how He had brought a man that had been buried four days back to life and told Him if He could do all these things, He could certainly turn my life around and fulfill my heart’s desires. Being the good LORD that He is, He calmed me down and even reminded me of a verse I hadn’t thought of in a long time which I later looked up.

2Kings 3: 16-18

And he said, Thus saith the LORD, make this valley full of ditches. For thus saith the LORD, ye shall not see wind, neither shall ye see rain; yet that valley shall be filled with water, that ye may drink, both ye, and your cattle, and your beasts. And this is but a light thing in the sight of the LORD: he will deliver the Moabites also into your hand.

I was awed by this story. The summary of it is that the King of Israel, the king of Judah and the king of Edom had gone to war against the Moabites. The three kings and their troops had traveled in the wilderness for seven days but they couldn’t find water for themselves and their animals and it looked as though they were about to lose the battle. In fact, the King of Israel was already sure that God had gathered all three kings and their troops for the sole purpose of making the King of Moab defeat them. One of the kings however, Jehoshaphat asked if there was any prophet that could be consulted and Elisha came to their aid with the above word from the LORD [now you know why prophets are important].

I was most awed by the fact that God expressly said that was but a light thing for Him to do. I mean these guys were at the very edge of the cliff; the king of Israel was probably contemplating a retreat or a surrender but turning all this around was nothing to God. It was just a simple thing. I started rethinking about my life and I realized that what I thought was so huge, it had even pushed me to tears was really nothing before God. He could change my life in a microsecond. I mean, He changed the economy of a nation in one day; inflation was so high one day, with people even eating their own children, and the next day, there was an abundance of food like never before [2 Kings 6:24 – 7:20]. 

I considered these things and then it dawned on me that I had never really understood the mightiness of my God. He really is mighty. There is nothing too big for Him. And that makes me secure because I know He can indeed change my life in the blink of an eye. And yours too. He is the God of all flesh, there is nothing too hard for Him! He is God, ALMIGHTY! 

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2017: I lay in green pastures! 

My end-of-year reminiscing is usually punctuated with huge, full-of-exhaustion sighs of relief; the kind that nonverbally say, “Oh thank God! This one is done too!” It is almost as if my entire year is spent in some kind of raging battle which I manage to survive by a whisker when the year finally ends. I will call this battle “The battle of Ups and Downs”. Today, you feel awesome, like life couldn’t get any better and the next day, you’re at the edge of a cliff toying with the idea of jumping over because being alive isn’t worth it anymore. This month some major gigantic good thing happens to you, something that can only be classified as a miracle and the next month, something horrendous, in equal measure of the good thing comes along the way and ruins everything. Basically at the end of each year, it has been a struggle to say it was a good year and the best I could do was thank God that it was done and He’d brought me through it all. But then there’s 2017: and for the first time since forever, I can honestly and confidently say this was a great year. It was remarkable. 

The beginning of 2017 started out ordinarily for me; there was no excitement, no expectations, no hype whatsoever about the new year. I attended no overnights or concerts or celebrations of any form on 31st December 2016: I just didn’t see the point. But for some inexplicable reason, I was looking forward to 3rd January, which would be the first fellowship led by Prophet Elvis Mbonye in 2017. It had been dubbed ‘Heaven’s Spectacle’ and was being held at Kololo Independence Grounds. I badly wanted to attend that fellowship! I didn’t even understand why I wanted to be there because although I had started attending the weekly fellowships sometime mid 2016, I was more of attend one, miss three kind of person. Unfortunately for me, I was miles away from Kampala with two little kids (niece and nephew) left in my sole care and there was no way I could make it. I asked Morris (my boyfriend) who was in Kampala at the time if he would attend the fellowship and he told me he was still 50-50 about attending it. I begged and bugged and I think nagged (a little bit) until he did attend it. It was even more spectacular than I thought it would be. Morris excitedly gave me the updates, I read through the prophecies, received the ones I could receive for myself and also nervously waited for the fulfillment of the Oscars prophecy (you can watch it on Youtube). Something about that day brought my hope back, even though I was miles and miles away. Not long after that, I was led by the Spirit to have an overnight: a one man overnight. I read the Word, prayed in tongues, praised and worshipped and had some thorough conversation with God and I had never felt so rejuvenated. That night, I got a word from God that mine would be a year of testimonies. I even changed my ringtone to “iTestify” by Ada. Prophet Elvis had said that 2017, the Lord would make us lie in green pastures. For Morris, the Lord had told him this would be a year of abundant Grace and strength. I received all those words and believed them. 

What I hadn’t told you before was that I had finished campus in May, with excellent grades by the way, but I still had no job. I had applied for a particular job that I wanted, but I had gotten no response yet. Towards the end of January, I was called for an interview for that same job. The interview was in February, the same month I graduated. I was pretty sure that by end of February, I would have that job but even March went by without any feedback. By now, I had started regularly attending the Zoe fellowships led by Prophet Elvis. Every week, I waited for the good news about the job, and each week nothing came by. I started getting desperate: the pressure was mounting and it didn’t help matters that all my close friends were already working. There were days when I didn’t think I would go through one more week but those fellowships sustained me. I would go, worship, listen to the Word, receive the prophecies and leave with a new hope and greater strength. When I felt like I was slipping into desperacy and depression, I would put Prophet’s teachings on replay until I felt better. And on days when even putting the teachings on replay didn’t seem to help, God didn’t abandon me. He ministered to me in dreams, in the person of Prophet Elvis and restored my hope. Somewhere along the way, I was inspired to write down the exact job I wanted, the pay, the kind of people I wanted to find at that workplace and the working conditions. I wrote this on a sticky note and put it in my Bible. Months and months went by, I still had no job. Various people kept telling me that if I had done an interview in February and there was still no response yet we were in May, then perhaps I would have to look elsewhere. And I did try to look elsewhere but my heart just wasn’t into it. I was fixated on that one job. 

And then there was this fellowship where Prophet Elvis declared that whatever we had believed God for for a long time was to be manifested in the next three weeks. I was excited because I knew my job was going to finally be manifested. This was sometime at the end of June or beginning of July. The first week went by, there was still no call for a job. The second week, nothing. Third week came around and my excitement had waned. I was ready to give up but on a Monday (when next day, Tuesday, would wrap up the said three weeks) I received a call at 8:00pm. Obviously, I wasn’t expecting a call for a job offer to come at night. But this one did. 8:00pm. I knew it could only be God. The person who called asked if I was still interested in the job and said they would get back to me. I didn’t tell anyone about this call until I was sure the job was mine. One week, two weeks, three went by and still no other call. In that time, I even applied for another job. And then for the first time in Zoe fellowship history, Prophet said we would have holy communion. I was among the ushers that would give out holy communion that day. As I got dressed up to go for fellowship, I received two calls: one was from the job I had recently applied for; I was being called to go and discuss what the job entailed and terms of my employment. The second one was to tell me to pick my appointment letter for the job I had always wanted. I was ecstatic. God had not only done what I asked but exceedingly more than I asked. Long story short, I opted for the job I always wanted, I got my own place which was something I had been desiring since the start of the year (it is rented, but still, I am the one paying the rent). I started partnering with Prophet Elvis Mbonye ministries in amounts that I thought I would never have been able to give in church. Did I mention that of all the things I noted on that sticky note about the job I wanted, 90% or more turned out  exactly as I had stated?! This year too, I got a brand new laptop (without spending even a coin of my own money) which was a big thing to me because now I can really work on my writing. My relationship has prospered this year, I have seen uncommon favour and I have beheld the goodness of the Lord. 

I am so grateful to God for Prophet Elvis Mbonye because just by listening to him talk, I have learnt much more than I ever knew before I met him. I have learnt to treasure the Word of God, to shut out the voices that contradict what God says and above all, to know that my sufficiency is entirely of God. All I will ever need is in God. I have learnt to have stubborn faith: faith that hangs on to the promises of God even when all situations contradict those promises. Faith that says, “I don’t know if I will be able to move the next two steps, but I am going to get up anyway. I will not stay down, I will get up and go as far as I can.”
In his book, “Tasting of the Powers of the Age to Come”, Prophet Elvis says thus:

There are people out there whose lives might suffer because you opted to pursue the safe path: because you succumbed to that craving to be accepted or understood, because you chose the path that doesn’t strain your faith; because you held onto your unique skills, knowledge or resources.

I honestly wonder where I would be if I had not met Prophet Elvis. I wonder where so many of us would be if Prophet Elvis had settled for the easier path? But thanks be to God, he didn’t. He chose the higher life, he said yes to God. I accord double honor to Prophet Elvis Mbonye: not just as a popular trend or because someone said I should do it but because he deserves it. And with all I am, I give all glory and honor to my God, the God of Prophet Elvis Mbonye; because this God, I have seen Him work in ways I never imagined before. 


2017 was awesome. 2018, it can only get better and better. Happy New Year people!
 

2017: I lay in green pastures! 

My end-of-year reminiscing is usually punctuated with huge, full-of-exhaustion sighs of relief; the kind that nonverbally say, “Oh thank God! This one is done too!” It is almost as if my entire year is spent in some kind of raging battle which I manage to survive by a whisker when the year finally ends. I will call this battle “The battle of Ups and Downs”. Today, you feel awesome, like life couldn’t get any better and the next day, you’re at the edge of a cliff toying with the idea of jumping over because being alive isn’t worth it anymore. This month some major gigantic good thing happens to you, something that can only be classified as a miracle and the next month, something horrendous, in equal measure of the good thing comes along the way and ruins everything. Basically at the end of each year, it has been a struggle to say it was a good year and the best I could do was thank God that it was done and He’d brought me through it all. But then there’s 2017: and for the first time since forever, I can honestly and confidently say this was a great year. It was remarkable. 

The beginning of 2017 started out ordinarily for me; there was no excitement, no expectations, no hype whatsoever about the new year. I attended no overnights or concerts or celebrations of any form on 31st December 2016: I just didn’t see the point. But for some inexplicable reason, I was looking forward to 3rd January, which would be the first fellowship led by Prophet Elvis Mbonye in 2017. It had been dubbed ‘Heaven’s Spectacle’ and was being held at Kololo Independence Grounds. I badly wanted to attend that fellowship! I didn’t even understand why I wanted to be there because although I had started attending the weekly fellowships sometime mid 2016, I was more of attend one, miss three kind of person. Unfortunately for me, I was miles away from Kampala with two little kids (niece and nephew) left in my sole care and there was no way I could make it. I asked Morris (my boyfriend) who was in Kampala at the time if he would attend the fellowship and he told me he was still 50-50 about attending it. I begged and bugged and I think nagged (a little bit) until he did attend it. It was even more spectacular than I thought it would be. Morris excitedly gave me the updates, I read through the prophecies, received the ones I could receive for myself and also nervously waited for the fulfillment of the Oscars prophecy (you can watch it on Youtube). Something about that day brought my hope back, even though I was miles and miles away. Not long after that, I was led by the Spirit to have an overnight: a one man overnight. I read the Word, prayed in tongues, praised and worshipped and had some thorough conversation with God and I had never felt so rejuvenated. That night, I got a word from God that mine would be a year of testimonies. I even changed my ringtone to “iTestify” by Ada. Prophet Elvis had said that 2017, the Lord would make us lie in green pastures. For Morris, the Lord had told him this would be a year of abundant Grace and strength. I received all those words and believed them. 

What I hadn’t told you before was that I had finished campus in May, with excellent grades by the way, but I still had no job. I had applied for a particular job that I wanted, but I had gotten no response yet. Towards the end of January, I was called for an interview for that same job. The interview was in February, the same month I graduated. I was pretty sure that by end of February, I would have that job but even March went by without any feedback. By now, I had started regularly attending the Zoe fellowships led by Prophet Elvis. Every week, I waited for the good news about the job, and each week nothing came by. I started getting desperate: the pressure was mounting and it didn’t help matters that all my close friends were already working. There were days when I didn’t think I would go through one more week but those fellowships sustained me. I would go, worship, listen to the Word, receive the prophecies and leave with a new hope and greater strength. When I felt like I was slipping into desperacy and depression, I would put Prophet’s teachings on replay until I felt better. And on days when even putting the teachings on replay didn’t seem to help, God didn’t abandon me. He ministered to me in dreams, in the person of Prophet Elvis and restored my hope. Somewhere along the way, I was inspired to write down the exact job I wanted, the pay, the kind of people I wanted to find at that workplace and the working conditions. I wrote this on a sticky note and put it in my Bible. Months and months went by, I still had no job. Various people kept telling me that if I had done an interview in February and there was still no response yet we were in May, then perhaps I would have to look elsewhere. And I did try to look elsewhere but my heart just wasn’t into it. I was fixated on that one job. 

And then there was this fellowship where Prophet Elvis declared that whatever we had believed God for for a long time was to be manifested in the next three weeks. I was excited because I knew my job was going to finally be manifested. This was sometime at the end of June or beginning of July. The first week went by, there was still no call for a job. The second week, nothing. Third week came around and my excitement had waned. I was ready to give up but on a Monday (when next day, Tuesday, would wrap up the said three weeks) I received a call at 8:00pm. Obviously, I wasn’t expecting a call for a job offer to come at night. But this one did. 8:00pm. I knew it could only be God. The person who called asked if I was still interested in the job and said they would get back to me. I didn’t tell anyone about this call until I was sure the job was mine. One week, two weeks, three went by and still no other call. In that time, I even applied for another job. And then for the first time in Zoe fellowship history, Prophet said we would have holy communion. I was among the ushers that would give out holy communion that day. As I got dressed up to go for fellowship, I received two calls: one was from the job I had recently applied for; I was being called to go and discuss what the job entailed and terms of my employment. The second one was to tell me to pick my appointment letter for the job I had always wanted. I was ecstatic. God had not only done what I asked but exceedingly more than I asked. Long story short, I opted for the job I always wanted, I got my own place which was something I had been desiring since the start of the year (it is rented, but still, I am the one paying the rent). I started partnering with Prophet Elvis Mbonye ministries in amounts that I thought I would never have been able to give in church. Did I mention that of all the things I noted on that sticky note about the job I wanted, 90% or more turned out  exactly as I had stated?! This year too, I got a brand new laptop (without spending even a coin of my own money) which was a big thing to me because now I can really work on my writing. My relationship has prospered this year, I have seen uncommon favour and I have beheld the goodness of the Lord. 

I am so grateful to God for Prophet Elvis Mbonye because just by listening to him talk, I have learnt much more than I ever knew before I met him. I have learnt to treasure the Word of God, to shut out the voices that contradict what God says and above all, to know that my sufficiency is entirely of God. All I will ever need is in God. I have learnt to have stubborn faith: faith that hangs on to the promises of God even when all situations contradict those promises. Faith that says, “I don’t know if I will be able to move the next two steps, but I am going to get up anyway. I will not stay down, I will get up and go as far as I can.”
In his book, “Tasting of the Powers of the Age to Come”, Prophet Elvis says thus:

There are people out there whose lives might suffer because you opted to pursue the safe path: because you succumbed to that craving to be accepted or understood, because you chose the path that doesn’t strain your faith; because you held onto your unique skills, knowledge or resources.

I honestly wonder where I would be if I had not met Prophet Elvis. I wonder where so many of us would be if Prophet Elvis had settled for the easier path? But thanks be to God, he didn’t. He chose the higher life, he said yes to God. I accord double honor to Prophet Elvis Mbonye: not just as a popular trend or because someone said I should do it but because he deserves it. And with all I am, I give all glory and honor to my God, the God of Prophet Elvis Mbonye; because this God, I have seen Him work in ways I never imagined before. 


2017 was awesome. 2018, it can only get better and better. Happy New Year people!
 

Of Jobs, Dreams and routines

So I eventually got a job… finally. I was so excited about it. Over the moon. Ecstatic. Euphoric. I mean this is something I had waited for, for a whole year; praying, crying, hoping, getting to the brink of giving up and then starting the process all over again. Fast forward, a few months in to the job, I think I am slowly starting to understand why so many people never really get to do the things they really like and how so easy it is to get sucked into a routine, only to wake up one day to realize that the dreams you had, remained just that; dreams.

Let’s use myself as an example: I love writing. I look at events and situations around me and the first thought in my mind is “that would make a great story!” At any given moment, I have various disorganized pieces of a story scampering around in my head, waiting to be written down somewhere. Most importantly, I have this dream that someday, I will write a book and get it published, and then I will write another book and another and another until I have at least a tiny shelf full of my own writings. But here I am, in my early twenties, already feeling like I can’t catch even a minute to just start on any one of the stories in my head. Between my Monday to Friday, 8am to 5pm job and travelling on weekends to see my friends and family or staying in to do general cleaning and house work, writing just seems to be one of those things that I can keep postponing to tomorrow.

And that’s just what happens to the most of us; we keep hoping we will be a little less busy tomorrow, the next week or the next month. We keep thinking that by then, we will be a little more motivated and enthusiastic about starting on the process of making our dreams a reality. We lie to ourselves that we still have enough time, that we still need to make a little more money and gain a little more experience. We convince ourselves that we are waiting for the right time, that we are still getting ready. But week after week, we get busier and busier, more responsibilities get thrust upon us and the pressure only keeps rising.  And then before we know it, we are caught in a never ending earn and spend cycle, our dreams relegated to a smaller corner in our brains.

It scares me to think that I might never see the things I have dreamt about my whole life come to life, that I might never make an impact in this world, that my life story might never have anything out of the ordinary. Not because I didn’t have the chance to, but because I chose to go with the flow; I chose to fit in because it way much easier and more straight forward than standing out. It makes me shudder to think that on that day, when I stand before my master, I will, with shamefacedness, present the same exact number of talents He bestowed upon me, with the lame excuse that I simply had no time to multiply them, that I was busy trying to survive or worst of all, that I couldn’t find enough people to like whatever I was doing. We are made for so much more than finish school, get a great job, live in a big house and make tons of money. I know it and so do you. Those dreams inside us, they were placed there by God to remind us that we are more than the world presents to us. And yes, those dreams may be scary and way bigger than us, but what’s a dream if doesn’t challenge every fibre of your being?

So just take a moment and ask yourself; are you really living? Or are you just part of the rat-race and an endless routine that most people confuse with living? There is never going to be a better time than now for you to start: whether it is writing, painting, singing, fashion; whatever your passion is, do not bury it. Spend a few nights awake, sacrifice a few pleasures and find some solitude if need be; whatever it takes, give in your all, because a few years from now, you’re going back to look at your life and oh, how heartbreaking it will be when you realize that you could have done more but you didn’t. So choose to start today… with the little you’ve got, start. And keep at it no matter what. When those dreams eventually come to life, there’s no one going to be more proud of you than yourself.

God’s Masterpiece!

If we are to talk about masterpieces [assuming we really know what masterpieces are about], then somewhere along the conversation, someone is bound to say something about The Mona Lisa. I am no artist or lover of art and I can hardly tell a real painting from a mere kid’s doodling but I know The Mona Lisa is the greatest painting of all time. Even in the year 3000 [assuming the rapture won’t have happened by then], when paper will no longer be in use because everything will be in softcopy, the people then will still have to accept The Mona Lisa as the greatest painting of all time. I think. I asked my friend Google about The Mona Lisa and this is what I found out:

1. The Mona Lisa is believed to have been painted between 1503 and 1506. Leonardo may have continued working on it till 1517

2. The Mona Lisa has been described as the most visited, the most written about, the most sung about, the most parodied work of art in the world.

 

Five centuries after it was painted, The Mona Lisa continues to be an invaluable work of art that has defied the bounds of time, remaining exactly what it is: A MASTERPIECE.

And isn’t it great to know that this is what we all were made to be: masterpieces. The Mona Lisa is a work of art that was painted by a man who died several centuries ago; a man who probably didn’t think he was doing anything special. But there’s an artist of all artists, the master painter, the greatest Potter there will ever be, the Master sculptor, the creator of heaven and earth, the maker of you and I. He is God, Almighty and our Father. He does His work deliberately, taking His time to fit in every detail beautifully and so uniquely so that there is only one of each piece He creates. Every piece He makes is awe-inspiring. Every piece that goes through His hands is magical. Every piece is a masterpiece. And believe it or not, you are one of those pieces that went through His hands. He molded and sculpted you wonderfully and lovingly, infusing your being with a whole lot of worth, so that even the most expensive of gold and rubies couldn’t be equaled to who you are.

 

The heartbreakingly sad part in all this is the fact that not many of us know who and what we are. We are clueless about the truth that we are masterpieces. We could sell ourselves for a fake piece of silver when even the purest of gold shouldn’t be able to afford us. I look at The Mona Lisa and I don’t see anything special; it sure is a good painting but I don’t make much sense out of it. My opinion however, doesn’t change the fact that The Mona Lisa is invaluable. We’ve given ourselves so much to man’s opinion that we’ve forgotten who we really are. We’ve forgotten that the one who made us is the best in the business. We’ve forgotten that there’s no ordinary in his work; only the extraordinary. We’ve forgotten that we are masterpieces, simply because some people couldn’t see how valuable we are. But no more. We are letting go of all excuses, shutting out all negativity and putting all our focus on being the extraordinary, phenomenal, remarkable and exceptional women that we were made to be. We are rising up and taking our places at the top: as change-makers, as pace-setters and as trailblazers. But most importantly, as GOD’S MASTERPIECES.

 

And the Ladies’ Interim Conference (LIC) 2017 is the best place to start. LIC is an annual ladies’ conference hosted by Pneuma Word Ministries with Prophetess Doreen Muhumuza as its vision bearer. This year, it is on from 29th to 30th July, 8am to 5pm at Pneuma Word Church, Kyanja. This is an invite to ladies, girls, women, daughters, mothers, sisters; females of every age, color, race and language: Come and be a part of this conference. And we guarantee, your life will turn around for the better.

Speak Life!

Let me regale you a little with stories of where I stay:

I am one of the millions or thousands (I am not sure because I was too lazy to research) of Ugandans that live in a mzigo (rental house). The mzigo I stay in is not the Katanga or Bwaise kind of mzigo, no. This one is the much fancier type: the kind that is enclosed in a kikomera (high wall fence and metallic gate), has piped water, tiled floors and even security lights. But that’s just about where the fanciness stops; every other characteristic common to mzigos, you will most likely find in this kikomera of ours. 

1. 80% of the households (and there are many households) have little children below the age of two. And yes, you guessed right, the mothers of these kids are all stay home mums while their husbands are mystery men who leave for work way before the break of dawn and only return home long after everyone in the kikomera has gone to sleep. You’re lucky if you get a glimpse of these supermen. 

2. The women in this kikomera, like in most mzigos and bikomeras, thrive on gossip, discussions of the latest Agataliiko Nfuufu and insulting the landlord every chance they get. These women diligently wake up at 7:00am, sometimes even earlier, and then take their dirty untesils and clothes out of their houses with the intention of washing them, I guess. Instead of washing though, they convene on one or two verandahs and discuss the most trivial of matters in the loudest of voices, punctuated with uproarious laughter. Meanwhile, their utensils and clothes gather swarms of flies and their mostly naked and halfnaked children wander around aimlessly, hunger painted on their faces. 

3. There’s no need of setting wake-up alarms in this kikomera. The incessant howling and wailing of one little child after another and the angry barks of frustration from their mothers are guaranteed to wake you up from the deepest of slumber, even that induced by an overdose of sleeping pills. 

4. And of course, like all mzigos, there’s always that one special character that outdoes everyone else in every negative way possible. They are the loudest, the most quarrelsome, the dirtiest and always play the loudest music. In this my kikomera, our most special character is a one Maama Male. 

Maama Male is a fairly good looking woman, probably in her mid thirties. She has three children, the youngest being only about a month and a half old. Then there’s a little girl, fondly known as Majo (short for Majorine), who’s utmost 2 years old and then the eldest, Male, a boy who’s about five years old. What makes Maama Male special in this kikomera is how she frequently verbally abuses and beats (canes and slaps) her two kids, Majo and Male. The beatings she dispenses are not a mere one or two slaps but severe thrashings, whackings and wallopings and sometimes, they border on clobbering. I exaggerate not and neither do I lie when I say Majo and Male, in their 2 and 5 years, have received more abuses and beatings than I have in my 22 years so far or that I will ever receive in my entire lifetime for that matter. Maama Male’s abuses are not your ordinary “you’re stupid” or “mbwa gwe (you dog)” abuses. Hers seem to be specially coined, like there’s some talent involved. The latest I heard from her was “magumba ga ngege gwe!” (you bones of a tilapia). 


Enough of the gossip: now for the reason why I was prompted to write this in the first place. I was in utter shock when I found Male seriously abusing and engaging in a one sided quarrel with the rain(yes, the rain). I watched on as the little boy, threw all sorts of abuses to the rain supposedly because it had made a saucepan of theirs dirty. Believe me you, his abuses were just as original as his mother’s. I was saddened at the kind of person, this little boy might eventually turn into, given that he’s already some sort of hardened child criminal. Ofcourse it is his mother’s fault, but I hardly blame her because that’s probably the way she was brought up too. Which brings me to my point: it is heartbreaking how many people underestimate the power of their words. If perhaps we knew to what extent words shape our destinies and that of others, may be we would be more careful with what we say, to ourselves, and to those around us. If we knew that words have the power to make or break someone, maybe we would not so readily dish out those hateful and insensitive words as we so often do. 


James 3:3-5 A bit in the mouth of a horse controls the whole horse. A small rudder on a huge ship in the hands of a skilled captain sets a course in the face of the strongest winds. A word out of your mouth may seem of no account, but it can accomplish nearly anything–or destroy it! It only takes a spark, remember, to set off a forest fire. [MSG]



Proverbs 18:21 Death and life [are] in the power of the tongue, And those who love it will eat its fruit. [NKJV]



Death and life are in the power of the tongue. Your words can either kill or they can give life. Are you speaking life? I know the example used is a mother-child example but this stretches to all relationships around us. Speak life, whether it is to yourself, your friends, your siblings, your children and even your enemies. Speak life, and then maybe we won’t have so many broken and severely damaged people in the world. 

Lyrics from Speak Life by TobyMac

Though it’s crazy, amazing

We can turn a heart with the words we say.

Mountains crumble with every syllable.

Hope can live or die

So speak Life, speak Life.

To the deadest darkest night.

Speak life, speak Life.

When the sun won’t shine and you don’t know why.

Look into the eyes of the brokenhearted;

Watch them come alive as soon as you speak hope,

You speak love, you speak…

Love Stories…(part 2)

This was a conversation between one of my imaginary friends and I a few days ago. 

Me: (face brightly lit with excitement)

Friends! Acquaintances! Comrades! Beat the drum! Sound the horn! Each and everyone, grab yourself a flute, a tambourine or a cymbal! Let me hear the loudest ululations and shouts of joy! Break out into song and dance, and come let’s celebrate together! 

Imaginary friend: (not amused in the very least, her face painted with skepticism)

Hold on! Wait! Why in the world are we celebrating? 

Me: (in shocked indignation)

How can you not know? How have you not yet heard? Morris finally got a new phone! And yes, it is a smartphone. And yes, it is way better than the previous phone he had. And yes, it cost an arm and a leg (just joking. It probably cost only one little finger). And now I am all so emotional because this marks an end to a whole torturous month of no random “I love you” calls, no lovey dovey whatsapp emojis and no sweet morning messages. Oh, the joy in my heart! 

Imaginary friend: ( rolling her eyes at what could be 25rpm (revolutions per minute))

Suzan! Please! Please get your drama and hysteria, carefully stuff them in an airtight container and slowly drag that container as far from my vicinity as possible. Ship it to the arctic circle if you like. Or even better, go drop that container in the bermuda triangle. 

Me: (totally unfazed and now shouting lunatic-ally)

I can’t hear you!! The party in my head is too loud! 

Okay. The above is just me trying to have a dramatic beginning to my piece of writing. Let’s get back to sanity. 

Situation right now:
Morris: Drooling over his new phone and its gazillion specifications (some unintelligible things such as RAM, chipsets, Emotional User Interfaces, bla, bla, bla)
Me: Thinking, “Who really cares about RAM and chipsets and Emotional bla bla…? It is a new phone: it has a good selfie camera and whatsapp. That is enough.” So yes, I am happy, elated, excited, euphoric even! I have literally made camp in utopia. 
I know you probably don’t understand me, but that’s okay. I don’t blame you, because, neither did I understand, probably until now, how a shepherd would call his friends and neighbors for a celebration simply because he had left 99 sheep to go after just one stubborn sheep that decided to stray and get lost. 

Luke 15:3-6 

So He spoke this parable to them, saying: “What man of you, having a hundred sheep, if he loses one of them, does not leave the ninety-nine in the wilderness, and go after the one which is lost until he finds it? And when he has found [it,] he lays [it] on his shoulders, rejoicing. And when he comes home, he calls together [his] friends and neighbors, saying to them, ‘Rejoice with me, for I have found my sheep which was lost!’

My ” Morris’new phone” story and this “lost sheep” story aren’t exactly related but, they somehow found their way into my brain at the same time and so what you’re going to read next are the results of having both stories in my head at ago:
We rejoice over so many temporary things (new phones for example) because they offer us some kind of joy and satisfaction. But like these things, the joy and satisfaction are only temporal, because when these things are taken from us, we are forced to fall back to our sad depressing lives. 

Question: Why not rejoice over eternal things like the knowledge that God absolutely treasures and constantly rejoices over you? And the knowledge that even when you’re the black sheep that strays away from the other 99 or 999 or 9999 or whatever number it is, He will still come after you. He will pursue you until He finally wins you over to Himself. And when He’s brought you back, He will gather heaven and earth and all the angelic hosts and throw a party in your honor. 

If we looked at ourselves, even just for a second, through the eyes of God, I am certain, we would never undervalue ourselves again. We would see that we are special. That we are immeasurably loved and infinitely treasured. We would see that God is willing to move heaven and earth just to have us next to Him. And we would know that to have Him is all we could ever need. And then, we would never stray from His presence.