Now you really want to read this. After a week of mourning and pinching myself, i can finally say its time i let you in on the events of Sunday last weekend. You remember i told you how i was excited at the prospect of the beckoning weekend. Well, as i turned out it wasn't that interesting. On the fateful day, i walked as usual to the taxi stage near home (Sir Apollo Kaggwa road Road). It was fast approaching church time (12 O'clock Service) and i didn't want to miss out on the praise and worship jams at Watoto Church. For those of you who have been at KPC-turned- Watoto...being late for close to a minute means relegation to the over flow! And to be honest i don't think i quite like it there.
Time check: 11:30Am. I had just got rather unpleasant news that very sunday morning regarding mom's health (did you remember to pray for her?). So i was naturally quite upset and rather engrossed in deep thought. It didn't dawn on me that the approaching taxi had goons lying in wait for my prized possessions. "Ongenda?"(Are you going?), the "tout" asked. Of course i was otherwise why would i be parading myself on a dusty Kampala road moreover in sweltering mid-day heat? There were three men behind and two in front (including the driver). I got to the front seat just next to the door and apparently i realised that very door couldn't properly "close". Any body knowing where this is leading to? I bet you do because these fellas play the same old trick time and again and it still works sad to say! i fidgeted with the door trying hard to make it close. The "conductor" was resilient in offering me "help" and "technical assistance" by telling me how to pull the door, where to hold and not hold. Then the guy next to me played the "support" role by practically showing me how to get the damn door closed. Unbeknown to me, as all this hussle went on, the man beside me in front was stealthilly pulling out my wallet and phone. These guys are experts at what they do. I DIDN'T feel a single thing! As soon as they got what they wanted a "miracle" happened. The door closed!And then..out of nowhere in a split second, the driver asked. "Mpozi Ssebo Ongenda mutawuni?" (Sir you mean you are going to town?) "What the heck! Thats pretty obvious", i almost yelled. But then i didmissed this swift turn of events because the goons explained they were going to Mulago to pick a departed one from mortuary!Oh really? I wish i had asked myself that while still in the vehicle because soon after i was out and waiting by the road side for another town bound taxi.
11:45 Am. the breaking news. I slowly slide my hands to my pockets and it hits me hard like a heavy weight boxer's punch. Gone was my cell phone, my wallet and all those things we keep in wallets, you know - ATM cards, cash,photos, business cards...and this time my house keys as well. Doom. Gloom. I almost had a black out. The taxi was out of sight by the time i came to my senses.
And then something happened. I soon after wards felt a divine kind of peace sweeping over me. He was right there telling me, "Son it's going be alright. This too shall pass". I believed him and it is slowly but surely passing on to the confines of history. God has given me twice as much as the locusts stole and destroyed from me. Remember the scripture in Joel?
Have a lovely (theft-free) weekend!
Time check: 11:30Am. I had just got rather unpleasant news that very sunday morning regarding mom's health (did you remember to pray for her?). So i was naturally quite upset and rather engrossed in deep thought. It didn't dawn on me that the approaching taxi had goons lying in wait for my prized possessions. "Ongenda?"(Are you going?), the "tout" asked. Of course i was otherwise why would i be parading myself on a dusty Kampala road moreover in sweltering mid-day heat? There were three men behind and two in front (including the driver). I got to the front seat just next to the door and apparently i realised that very door couldn't properly "close". Any body knowing where this is leading to? I bet you do because these fellas play the same old trick time and again and it still works sad to say! i fidgeted with the door trying hard to make it close. The "conductor" was resilient in offering me "help" and "technical assistance" by telling me how to pull the door, where to hold and not hold. Then the guy next to me played the "support" role by practically showing me how to get the damn door closed. Unbeknown to me, as all this hussle went on, the man beside me in front was stealthilly pulling out my wallet and phone. These guys are experts at what they do. I DIDN'T feel a single thing! As soon as they got what they wanted a "miracle" happened. The door closed!And then..out of nowhere in a split second, the driver asked. "Mpozi Ssebo Ongenda mutawuni?" (Sir you mean you are going to town?) "What the heck! Thats pretty obvious", i almost yelled. But then i didmissed this swift turn of events because the goons explained they were going to Mulago to pick a departed one from mortuary!Oh really? I wish i had asked myself that while still in the vehicle because soon after i was out and waiting by the road side for another town bound taxi.
11:45 Am. the breaking news. I slowly slide my hands to my pockets and it hits me hard like a heavy weight boxer's punch. Gone was my cell phone, my wallet and all those things we keep in wallets, you know - ATM cards, cash,photos, business cards...and this time my house keys as well. Doom. Gloom. I almost had a black out. The taxi was out of sight by the time i came to my senses.
And then something happened. I soon after wards felt a divine kind of peace sweeping over me. He was right there telling me, "Son it's going be alright. This too shall pass". I believed him and it is slowly but surely passing on to the confines of history. God has given me twice as much as the locusts stole and destroyed from me. Remember the scripture in Joel?
Have a lovely (theft-free) weekend!
