Tuesday, December 30, 2008


Welcome back from the Christmas break. Well, bloggers never tire of blogging that is for sure.

I am not so writy this week, trying to finish up a lot of things but want to wish everyone the very best of the year end and year start.

God bless.

Wednesday, December 24, 2008

The Night of Christmas (finale)

One two three....feet slapping the ground in a hurry. Thud thud...from the staffs in their hands. They hurried down the hill in the direction of the light from above.

The feet of the camels pounded the ground furiously as they made their way to the light. The Kings needed to get there soon, they knew something was happening at that moment.

Bang bang...upon Herod's chest. The grape he had been trying to swallow shot out of his mouth suddenly. His heart was beating heavily! He had almost choked! He tried to calm down but his heart increased its pace. Something was amiss.

The clouds in the skies shimmered softly, the stars sparkled like diamonds. Not a sound could be heard.

Joseph held her hand as she writhed. He occasionally passed a cloth over her brow to soak the tiny drops of sweat. Mary looked at him intently, at Joseph. He smiled. She was a young woman, a virgin but she was strong. She did not curse, or scream. In her mind the words kept on ringing;

"You will become pregnant and give birth to a son, and you will name him Jesus.
He will be great and will be called the Son of the Most High God. The Lord God will make him a king, as his ancestor David was,and he will be the king of the descendants of Jacob forever; his kingdom will never end!"

He was beautiful. Her eyes completely adored him. Here in her arms, she held the Son of God. The coming Messiah. Yet He was so frail, so feeble. He too needed to be held and swayed, and touched. He had emptied Himself for this moment when He would no longer sit in the majesty of the heavens, but be found in a manger in a small town as a child.

"Anyone there?"

A voice called

"Who could it be?" Joseph thought, after all the man of the Inn had allowed them to stay in this manger. He could not imagine who it was but went to see.

His eyes met a golden chain and they moved up till they saw the man's face. Long black hair, brown skin, red turban. A regal sort of appearance, as were two others with him.

"Yes sirs?"

We three Kings travelled from the East. We were led here by a star shining so bright. It spoke to us of a new King born here in this land. Is this the right place?

' Kings? What if they want my son's life? ' Joseph thought to himself. However, a soft voice spoke;

"Let them in."

He moved aside and pointed them to where Mary and the child were. Before he had turned, another group of men arrived! Shepherds.

"Is he here?" They asked.

He nodded as he led them in. He immediately went over to Mary's side and the two looked at each other very puzzled.


Herod tossed and turned. He was having a horrid dream. In this dream, the Romans were crucifying a man. This man's face was not clear but he read the words above it: KING OF THE JEWS. He awoke with a start!

"I am King of the Jews! Why would the Romans crucify me? Treachery! The boy... the boy...he must die..yes he must..."

He was shaking uncontrollably as he spoke these words. His silk sheets were wet again from sweat. He got up, rushed to the balcony and looked for the star...it was gone!

" The Kings, they will bring him to me...they must...!"


Simeon was sound asleep and his dream seemed to be pleasant.In this dream, the Romans were crucifying a man. This man's face was not clear but he read the words above it: KING OF THE JEWS. And he knew! He woke up...it must be that the boy had been born.


Racheal hurried to the cradle, Eli was crying. Eli her son. She swayed him and sang him a song. Soon he was asleep. She would go back to bed. In bed she thought to herself;

"What would I do without my children?"

Then continued to sleep.


The baby slept peacefully. The shepherds had gone. The Kings had gone. But in essence, the shepherd had come, the King had come. Joy to the world.

Merry Christmas

Tuesday, December 23, 2008

True Love's Form (poem)

True Love's Form
Joel Ntwatwa

Put your heart where my eyes can see,
Lay bare all your soul to me.
Can I steal a glance into your thoughts?
Can I be sure your love's not a plot?

Where is friendship without gain?
Where was beauty seen in what was plain?
Love seems easy to do
When there's something to gain from you.

Words are always easy to say
When the chest is empty and the heart's away,
The promises that seemed to weigh
Turn from golden array to old and grey.

So will a real friend please stand up?
Someone who didn't regard you as the X on a treasure map?
Will a person tell me then
That they began to love
Without expecting gain?

Could somebody finally say
That they loved you indeed?
Not because of a thing they sensed
That made you smell like frankincense?

That even though you were short and stout or tall and thin,
Arrogant, irritable or gentle and meek
they loved you with no trophy to seek?
Make our eyes see what love is meant to be,
A lender that forgets the debtor
A giver that gives with heart not head.


Love is my message to all of us this Christmas.

Monday, December 22, 2008


NOTE: Due to unforeseeable circumstances, this web logger has decided to bring this tale to an untimely close. Business just got hectic and time became finite, so instead of a story today,I leave you a link to let you in on the roots of common Christmas traditions we have today. Have fun.

Why we have Christmas trees, gift giving etc etc.

As Christmas dawns on us, may the star of love lead you to Jesus' arms.

Friday, December 19, 2008

On the night of Christmas: the Shepherds.

Bethlehem, the city of bread, only ten kilometres from Jerusalem. It was cold in Bethlehem, it was winter but not too cold really. In the hill country of Judah, it was common to see shepherds ascend with their flock to look for pastures.

From afar off a small fire was glowing. The crackle of the branches used for the fire nudged at the silence of that night. Sheep were peacefully lying on the green grass. There was a lamb in the arms of one of the shepherds. The calm upon her face as she chewed brought a certain joy to this shepherd. He loved all this flock, and knew each sheep by name. This lamb in his arms was called Joy.

As the fire continued to crackle, suddenly the sheep all seemed to awake from their slumber, including Joy. A wave of excitement was building. The shepherds were not yet sure what it was until a golden light appeared in the heavens above them.

You could hear the thumping of the shepherd's heart against his chest a mile away; this man was scared! Joel had never ever seen a sight like this before. Surely some awful thing was going to happen to all of them that night.

The light moved from where he was and then covered all the sheep as well the other shepherds. On seeing the light, they hurriedly arose and came to Joel. It was a beautiful sight from afar off, a golden sunrise in the quiet of the dark cold night. But Joel and his fellows were scared.

Numbed because they felt running would be useless and also because there was the sheep to look after, they awaited whatever fate. The flocks' safety would matter the most now. Slings in hand, they waited for the unseen terror to strike.

And then, as if rising out of the light, a winged man shot up into the sky! He flew all around the shepherds and their flock and then descended!

"An angel..."
The words seemed to escape Joel's lips.

"Don't be afraid! I am here with good news for you, which will bring great joy to all the people. This very day in David's town your Saviour was born---Christ the Lord! And this is what will prove it to you: you will find a baby wrapped in cloths and lying in a manger."

On saying this, the angel rose higher and then joined host of angels in a heavenly choir as they sang great praises to God!

"Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men. "

The angels sang! Their faces were radiant with such a joy as cannot be explained in human language. They sang, praising God in the highest. They sang praying for peace and good will toward men. Why would angels who much greater in power and knowledge want good will toward men? Yet they sang, because they knew God had a plan to redeem all that were His. His heart was the heart of these angels. Their joy was a little bit of the joy He had; His Son would save many, Yes His Son would save!

Psa 40:5 You have done many things for us, O LORD our God; there is no one like you! You have made many wonderful plans for us. I could never speak of them all--- their number is so great!

Joy pervaded the hearts of these shepherds. Soon they too had lifted up holy hands and praised their God. Although their minds still trying to comprehend the message of the angels, their hearts were at peace. Warmth filled their inner souls. They sensed the truth of the good news and their hearts rejoiced!

The angels sang until they had their fill then the sight waned from the sky until it was the dark blue and glittering white of its stars.

Laughing and celebrating, the shepherds only realised later that the angels had gone. There was one thing left to do...

Let's go to Bethlehem and see this thing that has happened, which the Lord has told us."

Thursday, December 18, 2008

We Take A Commercial Break


For my mother whose love never wanes and has been there for me through all my issues (at least the ones I tell her about.)

For my family.

For my friends, my extra family.

...you can all drive one...

For every one this year who has enriched my life is some way, that includes you who is reading this

...try to share...

and lastly to the one who called me forth before I was even born

I am thankful. May you enjoy your day as I enjoy my birthday,...now those who promised gifts!!!

LoL. Much love.

Monday, December 15, 2008

A few nights before Christmas (continued)

(you could start here before you continue...)

The star kept steady in the sky and the Three Kings pressed on. Jerusalem was a noisy place, the streets were narrow but full of batembeyi. Roast maize, grass hoppers, sesame nuts (or simsim if you like) and kikalayi were in plenty at this time. Pharisees were in plenty on street corners rebuking and telling people to be like them. Goats and sheep could also be seen, being led by shepherds going out of the city to find pastures.

It would be rare to see any old men in this busy place but then there was one who always made his way through the city to go to the temple to pray. He was old but his eyes could still see well. A devout student of the books of his fathers, he always spoke of a coming messiah, of a light to reveal God's will to the Gentiles and bring glory to God's people Israel.

Simeon and God were homies. Often they would talk but mostly about Israel's salvation. As he went to the temple, thoughts were going through his mind:
"When is the coming salvation? How we have groaned and waited upon you O Lord?"
He was growing older by the day and surely soon he would have to go to his fathers but how he had longed to see this salvation.


"Yes!" He said as he turned around to look for who it was that had called him.
No one seemed to be calling him, everyone was minding his business.

"Simeon. You are loved and favoured by your God."

When he heard this, He knew who was talking.

"Yes, Lord."

"Salvation is coming to Israel. The child will be born soon."

"Where? So that I can go and see Him."

"Simeon, are you not blessed? Soon you will see this salvation. Soon you will see Him. Worry not. You will see Him."

"I am old my Lord, but I shall be sure in your promise that I will see Him."

He waited to hear if the voice would continue but it had stopped. Simeon's heart was racing. His eyes were teary. The Messiah was to be born soon! He continued to the temple to give praise and honour. He would see the King! He would see the child! He would see the salvation!


The star was always shining bright.

"Never have the stars spoken so clearly! The light keeps shining and it's rays pointing as if to an exact place."

The Kings nodded in agreement.

"We do not need King Herod's directions it seems. He looks a little too interested in the birth of a new King. Wouldn't most Kings want a new King dead?"

"Nay, this is a messiah. Even King Herod would want to look upon this child! To be saved! Don't you think?"

"Maybe, but still, something about him is droll."

They had stopped to rest for a while, the journey was still long. The first King reached into the sack on his camel and opened it revealing glittering gold. He wondered if this would be honourable enough but with a smile, knew it would be just right. Was there a crown without gold? Would any King boast in greatness without a crown of gold? Can a King be one without a crown of gold?

He replaced it and continued to look at the star.

Herod tossed and turned in his large bed. The silk of the sheets was not comforting him tonight. His sweat had made them uncomfortable.

"Silk". He muttered.

"Silk is made for the comfort of Kings! Not for commoners born in small towns like Bethlehem!"

He got up and went to the window. Outside the star was moving farther but never dimmer.

"Goddamn!" He barked.

"But I will kill him. I will kill that baby!

Far away, Mary and Joseph could now see where they were going; the little town, Bethlehem. The census was taking place and Joseph had to come to Bethlehem, it being the birthplace of his descendant King David. King David, the boy who slew a giant- this was his birthplace.

It was not a long way off, but long enough for a pregnant woman not to be hurried. So their journey continued.

Mary was already feeling the soft kicks of the baby who had been in the womb 8 months and 3 weeks. She was excited and thankful. God had surely been gracious. She was still unmarried but was expecting a baby. Joseph did not leave her, he had stood by her through all the 8 months but more importantly during the days when she told him she would have a baby.

That night was the hardest. She had received the news from the angel gladly yet after he was gone, she immediately thought of Joseph. Would he still marry her? Would he even look her in the face? How would she tell him it was God's power not another man?

But she had prayed and God had heard. Now she was here with Joseph, going to Bethlehem; and the little child was now getting ready to come out. Bethlehem would surely be His birthplace; he would surely be the "Son of David".

….to be continued.

kikalayi- chips sold on the street side and fried in wide pans called "bikalayi".
batembeyi- hawkers

May God bless all this week.

Thursday, December 11, 2008

Many nights before Christmas

About this time in Israel some 2008 years ago.


King Herod.

It was after a sumptuous meal; pork ribs, cassava, fries and Mountain Dew, that dear Mr Herod decided to waltz to the palace balcony to stare at the stars. Already, his protruding belly was starting to complain about the heavy load.
When he reached the steps, he felt how tiresome going up them would be. So he called Jamha, the new servant from some lands near Ethiopia to carry him. Jamha did as asked and soon Mr. Herod was enjoying the cool breeze of the night while gazing at the stars.

The steps he failed to climb were three to be exact.

The night sky was bright, illuminating the great town below: Jerusalem. Jerusalem which he had conquered, of course with the help of the Legion forces. Then, it had been ruined, turned into a pile of stone. However, who did not know this was King Herod. He had rebuilt it and this magnificent palace was his achievement. That was not all; he built the great fortress of Antonia, a temple three or four times bigger than the largest temple in Rome making it the largest religious complex in the ancient world. The size of the temple would elevate the esteem of the Jews as being important people and perhaps it would also elevate his importance as King of the Jews.

But the Romans. Spit. Damn Romans liked to give orders. As though this was their land. He spat again over the balcony. Yet it was not really something to complain about. He was rich- had all he needed: The fortress to protect his city, the temple to please his God and his God's priests, and the palace. In the palace was food, and Jamhas; answering each command . It was not a bad arrangement. It was simple really- he kissed Roman butt and others kissed his butt. Some unholy butt kissing order.

The spittle landed on a small stone and slid off.

As he continued to gaze, he noticed a queer site! There was an oddly bright star in the night, brighter than other stars. Almost as bright as the moon.

"Sir! You have visitors!"
Jamha interrupted the star gazing.


"Three important looking men. They have bling on head on ears and on fingers."

"Kings! You fool!"

He hurried down this time oblivious of the need for Jamha and eased into his throne. "Let them in."

The three men came in.


"Jamha!! Call Omunene!!"

Omunene came donning an all important look. He went over immediately to where Herod was and they ascended to the balcony. Herod pointed and Omunene was taken aback! They exchanged a few words. Suddenly, the calm on Herod disappeared. The two looked perturbed. Omunene then raised his hand as if with an idea and bid Herod to come with Him.

Down the three steps again, without calling Jamha, and down the stairs out the door into the carriage! It seems they were going to the temple.

Pwat! Pwat!
The horses began to move.

Soon they were at the temple. They both hurried after another and soon Omunene got into a room with thousands of scrolls. He looked up and down, sideways and then pointed to a particular row in the room. They went there in a hurry. Quickly he removed one scroll and opened it, it read:
“And you, Bethlehem Ephratah, you being least among the thousands of Judah, out of you He shall come forth to Me, to become Ruler in Israel, He whose goings forth have been from of old, from the days of eternity. ” (Micah 5:2).

Herod began to sweat uncontrollably. They both discussed intensely and then left the room.


It was very dark now. In the deep of the night. That time when evil men would plot evil things, that he sent for the three Kings.

"Gentlemen, this King I would also like to worship. I am told He will be born in Bethlehem. Please go and look diligently for him, and when you do find him please send word that I may also come to worship him."


They were gone now. He was in his bedroom thinking about the night.

"Child? King? I alone am King of Israel!!" He barked.

"And when they find him, I shall kill him."

...to be continued.

I need comments regarding the quality of the piece. Need ideas on how to better the writing. Other than that, my birthday to all who would like to know is on the 18th day of the 12th month. Enough questions already.

There seems not to be a carol about Herod, anyone want to compose one?

In the meantime, let me share a history of one of my favourite carols- We three Kings.

The famous American carol We three Kings of Orient are was written in 1857 by Rev. John Henry Hopkins. The minister is reputed to have written the carol We three Kings of Orient are for the General Theological Seminary in New York City as part of their Christmas pageant. The lyrics of We three Kings of Orient are are extremely traditional which makes the latter day fashion of referring to the carol as We 3 Kings of Orient are quite bizarre!

I love the song regardless of it being too traditional to this time and would have shared the lyrics if they were not so long but I was overwhelmed at least look at the last two:

Glorious now behold Him arise
King and God and Sacrifice
Alleluia, Alleluia
Earth to heav'n replies

O Star of wonder, star of night
Star with royal beauty bright
Westward leading, still proceeding
Guide us to Thy perfect light

So looking forward to Christmas.

Tuesday, December 09, 2008

For your soul and my birthday

I googled up my birth date and do I have some high profile birthday mates!! Check this out-

Christina Aguilera
Katie Holmes
Stone Cold Steve Austin
Brad Pitt
Ray Liotta
Steve Biko
Stephen Spielberg
Keith Richards

etc etc....

So now you know my birth date.


Heard a wonderful song last week and I looked up its lyrics. I got them here, hope they bless you.

When The Tears Fall

I've had questions, without answers
I've known sorrow, I have known pain
but there's one thing, that I'll cling to
You are faithful, Jesus You're true

when hope is lost, I'll call You Saviour
when pain surrounds, I'll call You healer
when silence falls, You'll be the song within my heart

in the lone hour of my sorrow
through the darkest night of my soul
You surround me and sustain me
my defender, forevermore

when hope is lost, I'll call You Saviour
when pain surrounds, I'll call You healer
when silence falls, You'll be the song within my heart

and I will praise You, I will praise You
when the tears fall, still I will sing to You
and I will praise You, Jesus praise You
through the suffering still I will sing

when hope is lost, I'll call You Saviour
when pain surrounds, I'll call You healer
when silence falls, You'll be the song within my heart

oh yes, You are good to me
You've always been good to me
so trustworthy

when hope is lost, I'll call You Saviour
when pain surrounds, I'll call You healer
when silence falls, You'll be the song within my heart

and I will praise You, and I will praise You
when the tears fall, still I will sing to You
(I will sing to You) I will praise You,
Jesus praise You through the suffering
still I will sing

how faithful and true
sustain me through and through
You are hope and truth
You're my spring of living water
You're my spring of living water

in the lone hour of my sorrow

who springs never fail
be faithful and true
like a spring it never fails
you're my spring never fails


Monday, December 08, 2008

Christmas- ish feeling

I have nothing much to say today. However, I would like to thank God for again not turning His back on me. Thank you Father.

It is Christmas time. I am feeling it this time. The love of God. So I have began playing Christmas music and it is so nice. People do not wait for the day itself, play those rhymes now!! It is a season, not a day. So I have been building a ka little play list and it is nice.

Some songs from it are here:

  1. Transiberian Orchestra- O come all ye faithful
  2. Bing Crosby- Do you hear what I hear?
  3. Celtic Woman- Carol of the bells.
  4. Kenny G- We three Kings.

etc etc..

It's wonderful really. I never thought a season would make me feel so good. Also it is almost my birthday so...you know. If you need my address, I can give it on request..so you can send all those nice gifts.

Otherwise, I am loving it.

May God bless this week for all bloggers. Much love.

Friday, December 05, 2008


I never chose to be in the fire, I simply found myself there.
Raging and roaring. Hungry and insatiable.
I find myself in the fire. I did not choose this fire.
Wheezing and coughing. Sweaty and tired.
It makes one change when they go through it, they say.
But does one see change when they are in the fire?
Flame and smoke blur our vision.
The poison and heat deter our reason.
Fire burns around me and I seem to be consumed.
How I need my Saviour, to walk with me through.


Then Nebuchadnezzar lost his temper, and his face turned red with anger at Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego. So he ordered the furnace to be heated seven times hotter than usual.
And he commanded the strongest men in his army to tie the three men up and throw them into the blazing furnace.
So they tied them up, fully dressed---shirts, robes, caps, and all---and threw them into the blazing furnace.
Now because the king had given strict orders for the furnace to be made extremely hot, the flames burned up the guards who took the men to the furnace.
Then Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego, still tied up, fell into the heart of the blazing fire.
Suddenly Nebuchadnezzar leaped to his feet in amazement. He asked his officials, "Didn't we tie up three men and throw them into the blazing furnace?" They answered, "Yes, we did, Your Majesty."
"Then why do I see four men walking around in the fire?" he asked. "They are not tied up, and they show no sign of being hurt---and the fourth one looks like an angel."
So Nebuchadnezzar went up to the door of the blazing furnace and called out, "Shadrach! Meshach! Abednego! Servants of the Supreme God! Come out!" And they came out at once.
(Dan 3:19-26)

~Praise God who walks with me in the fire.~

Nice weekend people.

Thursday, December 04, 2008

Waiting for Mr Money.

Money can be such an anxiously awaited guest. You tell your debtors to come over because you know their demands are going to be met. You even invite her home promising soon money will usher you into a marital home. You even tell Antipop that everything is going to be better while you entertain her at Serena hotel. When a debtor has promised money, the wait becomes exciting.

So, the visitors all come. You borrow from the shopkeeper niceties like milk, butter, cake because you know soon you will be able to pay for it all. Not now, but soon. Money said he would be coming at lunch time and guess what, his cousin Interest is also with him. And we all know, Interest always adds to what Money comes with.

So, like I said. The visitors have all come. You serve them some juice. Milk and cake will be for later when Money and Interest are about to go. In fact, you remembered that the neighbour had a good looking bull. You buy on credit; why not? Money is coming. You extend your generosity and invite the whole village. The meat is being roasted.

Just to make sure, you call Money and ask whether he is on his way and he assures you...lunch time, him and Interest will be there. Lunchtime is only ten minutes away.

And then nine minutes, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one...lunch time. You are now waiting for a knock on the day.

Ten past lunch time. Money is not yet here. Must have delayed somewhere. So you wait some more, after all after money comes, are there worries? So you wait.

Half past lunch. By now the visitors are enjoying the barbecue. No one has noticed the absence of Money. You walk to the road and start looking; looking for someone that looks like Money. No sign.

You go back to sit.

Evening time. You prepare the milk and bread for the visitors. They are having the time of their life at your place today. However, you long forgot the pleasure, now you are asking: " Where is money? Did he meet robbers? Did he lie to me? Did? Did? Did!!!

Then the visitors notice the sun is about to set and they need to leave. They want their money but their money is with Money. He has not yet arrived....


Me and my employer need the money.

Wednesday, December 03, 2008


In the beginning was the honor and the honor was with Emi's and the honor was atEmi's Works.

It is an honour to receive this award from Emi's who considers me someone who writes with conviction, and believes I am easy to get along with. It is good to know that what I write is not some bunch of nonsense but that it is considered by many peoples as worth the read. So Emi, I am grateful and thankful because you almost always put a comment on each post I blog. Your longsuffering with my sometimes dry posts keeps me going. Thanks for this award!


Since I have received this, I am told I can pass it on to five people but must fill you in on the rules as well which are:-


* Each Superior Scribbler must in turn pass The Award on to 5(five) most-deserving bloggy Friends.
* Each Superior Scribbler must link to the author & the name of the blog from whom he/she has received The Award.
* Each Superior Scribbler must display The Award on his/her blog, and link to this Post,which explains The Award.
* Each Blogger who wins The Superior Scribbler Award must visit this post and add his/her name to the Mr. Linky List(which I don't know what it is yet). That way, we'll be able to keep up-to-date on everyone who receives This Prestigious Honor!
(oops, copy and pasted).

-Drum Roll Please....

When I had lost my first love for blogging, she brought it back. Even though the circumstances that brought this to be are somewhat not easy to talk about, she is the reason I gained faith in blogging. Not only that, she is too wise for her age, and her sex ...I know all the women are looking at me with contempt---that was a joke!! Oh, she was first my friend before she was my blogger buddy. This for you honey.

Auntie Pop の "Let there be me".

For the humour I so oft need, Auntie I honour you with this award. Notwithstanding your sarcasm and honesty. (I do not know if I am making sense). Naye I have to give her tis award because she deserves it. She is the most hardworking blogger in my opinion and deserves the props!( Remember her onions?) Yeah, and also for being a friend.

Miss Cheri の "Sugar and Spice."

Coz I have a crush on her...hehe and she likes to share socks. Anyhow, I love that she is open in her posts and I sense a sort of pureness in this girl, kind of like the one in virgins. Yes. This award is dedicated to her for her humour, openness, purity and then some.

Solomon King の "2 Weak Dudes."

You inspire me man.

And the final award goes to Lulu の "Where beauty lies".
She has the purity of Miss Cheri but not as wild. I love the frankness and simplicity of her posts and like Emi's said- the poetry is wonderful.

And all of the people at BlogSpirit who read my blog, you are sincerely the reason I became rare at the Multiply Network.

Off to make money and woo Miss...

Monday, December 01, 2008

My weekend

My weekend, although almost plundered by an unwelcome bout of dios (from eating a day old pizza) turned out to be a good one. I had a wedding to attend on Saturday and would be privileged with the company of a most beautiful lady for the reception. Everything should have gone well except for that stomach disruption which took six hours to dissipate.

It began minutes before the service at KPC and I had to dart into the toilets to cause some calm before I would take part in the service. So, after that I witnessed the first ever wedding of a friend. I have been to weddings but this meant more than all I had attended. My friend became a man! He said "I do". I was challenged by the vows. Can I say that to a woman now? To love and to hold...sickness and health, poverty and disease, till death do us part.... banange.. commitment!

Anyway, I got to meet an old churchgoer. She is married to the best man of my friend. These two are young my friends! She got married in May and I bet I am older than her by some... Anyway, it was great seeing her again.

So, the service ends and I decide it would be wise to go for lunch while I wait for 3pm to pick my date and head to the reception. Little did I know, the stomach was still recovering and when I put there matooke and beef, the feeling returned. I do not trust city toilets so I walked back to KPC and eased again.

By now I was frustrated! So I bought a dosage of flagyl and waited for it to take effect while I walked to kiyembe to meet some guys who eventually never turned up. The feeling was persisting so I decided to get back to Kansanga, in the refuge of office and cool off.

The flagyl worked finally and 5:30 I was ready to go.

Embarrassment is when your date calls you when you're running real late. Oba I am beginning to fall for her again..she is quite patient with me. And oh-those eyes and smile, she is lovely really.

So I made it there at few minutes past six; I mean her place. She looked love..BEAUTIFUL. So we set out to the venue but as we proceeded, alas! Her shoe-thingy (someone help me with this word, it eludes me)- strap disengaged. And then she said "Why does this have to happen now!". We were still close to her place and could have walked back but she decided to keep on going.

It would be too far for the walk so we got on a bod-b(God bless the mothers of these guys) and got there in a few. First thing she said (okay, not really the first) was that "The food is over!" Apparently we had come too late for the kimere.

My friend (who is married now) is a man of honour, he declared the reception would start at 3pm and end at 8pm. I thought he was joking.... So, we got there just in time to see the bride and groom cutting cake. And cake was about the only thing we ate there! Plus a soda for the drink.

However it was not a loss because we got to talk with the lovely dame. She has kb and I like that in a woman. I ended up spending the evening with her and my cousin who couldn't back off! For God's sake, couldn't he bring a date. Anyway it was all good because it just made the experience better; she, myself and my cousin- I got to do a lot of listening though, to the both of them.

Apparently I got to spend some extra dimes on her supper because we had missed the kimere and well she had missed kimere by now.

All in all I enjoyed her presence.

Sunday went to Church. Was moved by the testimony of a Living Hope beneficiary. A cell member came to meet her need when she was really doing badly because of the disease-HIV/AIDS. She got better and gave her life to Christ, so did members of her family and now she has living hope.

Then my weekend went into mental pause...till Arsenal beat Chelsea 2-1! Woohoo... Did your weekend rock like mine?


If we do not change our attitude and behaviour towards sex, AIDS shall remain far from over. Behavioural change is the surest way out. Abstinence before marriage and faithfulness when married and above all Christ to strengthen us in our effort.

Yea, we must accept and love those with the disease nonetheless, I am convinced Christ would do the same.

Friday, November 28, 2008

I missed BHH and I feel terrible.

So here I was all looking forward to BHH, probably the last one this year. I had been dreaming about it since the last BHH passed. So I even pimped my look...shaved so that I look younger, and got my Sunday best on! I swore I would enjoy BHH.

Last month I had finally got a "date" with some hot friend of mine and mind you we had set the date three weeks before the actual date. Now the day comes and I fall off a stool...imagine, one hour to the rendezvous. My butt was incapacitated, walking was difficult and gene I had to miss the date! Not gotten another chance ever since..and she laughed when I told her about what happened.

The leg started aching jokingly and I thought "It will be fine by evening time". So the thing led me on- behaving well for the first half of the day. And then at 1500hrs the pain...I cursed (actually I prayed). This pain was too much for me so I headed home with the thought that somebody is playing foul on me. They do not want me to hang out with cool people..and I know who it is! But greater is He that is in me than that person.

I am really sad I missed, but well, I have to wait again for next year. Anyway friends, I am glad I am a blogger and glad to know you all even without putting face on you. That is why I really feel terrible for having missed BHH. Otherwise, I am still not feeling well. I prolly need to get back home and eat and sleep and do those drugs they gave me.

God bless.

Tuesday, November 25, 2008

E-mail hysteria

Still waiting .......
I did what you told me...
I sent your last email to 10 people like you said.
I'm still waiting for that friggin' miracle to happen ...

Monday, November 24, 2008

Moving on

I had a lot of sleep yesterday, that's why I am still up at this late hour: 0023hrs to be exact. I decided I would stop being a hearing Christian and put the things I hear into action so yesterday I decided to rest. Anti, apart from the spiritual rest of resting in Christ's finished work, the body was also designed to re-energise at least for one day out of a week. So now I have no sleep, but that's okay, I won't be needing to be at work early.

Moving on, the year is coming to a close. I am no longer a school going fellow who looks forward to November and December coz those are holiday months. Rather, I am concerned about where I will be earning my bread and when I will be taking a break from the earning of bread.

This year started out badly; at the time I was with my former employer and was waiting for a deal to come in so I would get paid. Unfortunately, upto now, the deal has never come in. Then I was led on by a man promising employment. I called the man's number numerous times reminding him until he decided to start training me. That was when he asked for my number and told me he would call. Not heard from him since.

I have been at two interviews so far, all with financial firms, notwithstanding the fact that I hate numbers. On both occasions, I went with hope believing for some miracle. And then I saw the aptitude tests. Given I have not done maths since 2000, I almost cried when I saw things like quadratic equations and standard deviation. Nonetheless, that did not hinder my hope, I knew something good would come out. I have done two so far without success but at least now I know what to expect with these kinds of interviews.

I banked my c.v but so far, no call.

Gladly for me, my God supplies all my needs according to His riches in glory so my good father has been allowing me to piggy back on his goodness. Thanks to him, I am now a regular contributor to this wonderful blog world coz his office has a pc for me, provided with an internet connection. Well, I also get to do some property management and administrative work (read I am my dad's secretary).

It is November 24th. I have to attend some three weddings from this point till the close of the year. That would be easy but I am also invited for wedding meetings. Me, who has no big money to look forward to at the end of the month. I think I give a wrong impression about my wealth!! Anyway, they're all my friends and so I do sacrifice some, sometime. This Saturday was at a kasiki and man was the meat (read roast chicken, pork, spiced beef) nice, if only it wasn't so late.. The kasiki was for a friend leaving the buwuulu club this Saturday. He is going to be married! After that I have a break of one week, then the weddings resume. Meanwhile, I am still single.

Move on. That phrase has rung so much in the past week, I think I shall be wise and heed it's meaning. I have already tried relating after her but never successfully even entering one. My friend/brother said I should stop being selfish, coz I look for her in every new girl I fancy. I have been working my friends, unfortunately; yes, I have been living under law in this area. So I am letting go, of relating business till I have a beginner's mind, like the S.King mentioned. Without bias or presumption and I have no one else to trust through this time but Jesus.

Today is 24th November 2008. And then some man annoyed me...

Today's verse:Rom 5:17 for if by the offence of the one the death did reign through the one, much more those, who the abundance of the grace and of the free gift of the righteousness are receiving, in life shall reign through the one--Jesus Christ.

Prayer for the week for every blogger here.

Father, You're grace is sufficient for all of us, for every need, for every care. Help us remember that. In Jesus' name I pray, Amen.

Friday, November 21, 2008

Jesus’ Blood Is On The Mercy Seat

Jesus’ Blood Is On The Mercy Seat

Leviticus 16:14
14He shall take some of the blood of the bull and sprinkle it with his finger on the mercy seat on the east side; and before the mercy seat he shall sprinkle some of the blood with his finger seven times.

If you have watched the movie, Raiders Of The Lost Ark, you would remember that when the lid of the ark was lifted, strange-looking creatures floated out and destroyed the people around it. Interesting as it may be, this is biblically inaccurate — the ark of the Bible did not contain strange-looking creatures. What were the things inside it then?

There were three items in the ark: the golden pot of manna, Aaron’s rod and two stone tablets on which God had written the Ten Commandments. (Hebrews 9:4) These items are actually symbols of man’s rebellion. The golden pot of manna represents man’s rejection of God’s provision. The rod of Aaron represents man’s rejection of God’s leadership and the two stone tablets of God’s commandments represent man’s rejection of His standard of holiness.

But because God delights in mercy, He had these items put away in the ark and covered with the mercy seat, which had two cherubim on it. (Hebrews 9:5) And once a year, the high priest would enter the holy of holies where the ark was and sprinkle the blood of the animal sacrifice on the mercy seat. This means that God’s eyes, represented by the eyes of the cherubim, did not see the symbols of man’s rebellion. As long as the blood was there on the mercy seat, He saw only the blood and accepted the people.

Today, Jesus is our High Priest and He Himself has sprinkled His own blood on the true mercy seat in heaven — the throne of grace. (Hebrews 9:23–26) Interestingly, the number of times that the Old Testament high priest had to sprinkle the blood on the mercy seat — seven — speaks of Jesus’ perfect sacrifice. And because His sacrifice is perfect and He is perfect, we who are in Christ have perfect standing forever before God!

My friend, as you come to God today, don’t worry about falling short of His standard of holiness. He does not see your sins. (Hebrews 8:12, 10:17) He sees His Son’s blood on the mercy seat. You have perfect standing before Him forever!

(Joseph Prince devotional)

Thursday, November 20, 2008

Thursday meditation

I hope you are blessed.


Thus says the LORD:

Cursed is the man who trusts in man And makes flesh his strength,Whose heart departs from the LORD. For he shall be like a shrub in the desert,And shall not see when good comes,But shall inhabit the parched places in the wilderness,In a salt land which is not inhabited.

Blessed is the man who trusts in the LORD,And whose hope is the LORD.For he shall be like a tree planted by the waters,Which spreads out its roots by the river,And will not fear when heat comes;But its leaf will be green,And will not be anxious in the year of drought,Nor will cease from yielding fruit.

Therefore, as the Holy Spirit says:
"Today, if you will hear His voice,Do not harden your hearts as in the rebellion,In the day of trial in the wilderness,Where your fathers tested Me, tried Me,And saw My works forty years.Therefore I was angry with that generation,And said, 'They always go astray in their heart,And they have not known My ways.'So I swore in My wrath,
'They shall not enter My rest.'"

There remains therefore a rest for the people of God.For he who has entered His rest has himself also ceased from his works as God did from His.

Seeing then that we have a great High Priest who has passed through the heavens, Jesus the Son of God, let us hold fast our confession.For we do not have a High Priest who cannot sympathize with our weaknesses, but was in all points tempted as we are, yet without sin.Let us therefore come boldly to the throne of grace, that we may obtain mercy and find grace to help in time of need.

You did not choose me; I chose you and appointed you to go and bear much fruit, the kind of fruit that endures. And so the Father will give you whatever you ask of him in my name.
Peace I leave with you, My peace I give to you; not as the world gives do I give to you. Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid.

"Therefore whoever hears these sayings of Mine, and does them, I will liken him to a wise man who built his house on the rock:and the rain descended, the floods came, and the winds blew and beat on that house; and it did not fall, for it was founded on the rock."


Nice Thursday and probably weekend.

(Texts from: Jeremiah 17:5-8;Heb 3:7-11;Heb 4:9,14-16;John 15:16;John 14:17; Matt 7:24-25.)

Monday, November 17, 2008

Of lost love

Good new week blogren. I thought I would share some great stuff by Spurgeon here


I remember telling you guys how last Saturday was one of the best ever in my life; it could have been but alas, it has brought more chemical reactions within than I had ever anticipated. Yes, it’s about a girl.

I am a victim of the “all comes rushing down” feeling; that feeling when you see an ex after a long time and her beautiful face just makes you wish things were as they were three years ago. Well, I cannot say we were relating to a point where I can say we are now “ex”s, rather it is from they complexity of having a guy and girl being best friends.

We did everything together and one of the most memorable moments was when I was about to lose her; I never dreamt that I would one day walk across the Owen Falls Dam with a beautiful girl like her, talking about random things while the sun shone and the wind blew, noticing the webs on the bridge. Never anticipated having to calm a beautiful girl down when she was crying because my phone was stolen. It was such an unforgettable experience for me. I was myself with her, she was herself with me. Till I quit Church.

Quitting Church made a way for him- the taller darker guy who would eventually win her heart. He was the man of her dreams and finally he had the space to engage her while I was away. When she let me know, I was broken and we became hostile for a short while but then we made up and resumed friendship although since campus had ended I would no longer be in constant communication with her any more.

Last Saturday I called her. She would eventually ask me to get her some delicacy she had taken a while without having, so after the soup kitchen I headed to where she was. The moment I saw her…

We did not spend more than five minutes together but it was one of the best moments of the year; I was entranced by her glow, her smile, her energy. It did not hit me then, it began slowly; the rush. At the time, I could not consider it a lot because I was with a friend, an O.G and well, we were talking. However, as the week came to a close, the intensity of the rush increased.

I dreamt of her last night and she was looking gorgeous, but then, she isn’t mine. To make it worse, friends of mine by God’s grace successfully entered a relationship after a time of ups and downs. I was so happy for them because I know they are happy. It just made me think that I could possibly have felt the same way they do with her. (Listening to Plus One’s Let me be the one right now just makes me want to weep).

I have tried to fall in love ever since but she never goes away. She remains in my heart. Ever since her I can truthfully say I have never truly been in love. What can I do? I had convinced myself I was over her but now my heart beats as if without her it can never love a woman again truly. What can I do? I thought distance would help. It was working till I saw her… Blogren, help ???

As you do, I say a prayer for all Ugandan bloggers this week.

At the start of the week, may God be your guide, may He be your guard. May He be your balm, may He be your peace. May He be your strength, may He be your breath! I pray in Jesus' name.

Eph 2:4 But God's mercy is so abundant, and his love for us is so great,

Friday, November 14, 2008

Superstar (reposted)

I am coming down with the blogcks, but here is some food for thought. (Posted earlier)

Meanwhile, this shall bless you.



don't say it is not like this;
when the copper burns into the skin,
singeing the hair into nothing
melting away the epithelium
and breaking any sign of resistance
in its way.

don't say its not like this;
when the double edge slices away the membrane,
spilling all fluid in reach-
a pool of red at your feet
as you slowly thin away.

don't say it is not like this;
when the gas grabs your throat
and consumes every bit of oxygen,
sends you sprawling to the floor
dead as a sack.

Yet everyday we die,
yes we die-
and let me tell you why and

listen to the ricin
coming out of their mouths
gaze at the anthrax
that is the nude they proclaim;

everyday a dose comes in
glazed with a bit of coca
"euphoric sense of happiness and increased energy".

so we are blind
while we die,
ignorant of what's around us;
open eyes, open ears
our lack of knowledge consumes us.

It is in the words they speak every day
Guilt free yet they speak poisons that kill us,
It is in the things that they do while we watch
shameless gyrating in the view of our eyes.

and we die when we don't know
slowly by slowly,
because there is a new world order
with the name superstar.

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

The Aging of American Presidents

Got this from an email a friend sent me. Disclaimer: Never intended as a way of getting on anyone's Obama nerves. Have a good laugh.

The Aging of Presidents
Much has been said about the aging of the President of the United States during their terms in office. Below are just a few examples (pictures on the left were taken their first year in office, pictures on the right were taken during their last year in office):
Dwight Eisenhower

Woodrow Wilson

Franklin Roosevelt

Richard Nixon

Ronald Reagan

Bill Clinton

George W. Bush

And now with state of the art computer imaging software, we can look into the future and see what our next president will look like after his term in office:

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Kakka in the Bible!!!

Ab'oluganda n'emikwano (I mean friends and lovers)...this is true.

Munange, it was the God Almighty who first issued orders about Kakka business. Read here:-

Thou shalt have a place also without the camp, whither thou shalt go forth abroad: And thou shalt have a paddle upon thy weapon; and it shall be, when thou wilt ease thyself abroad, thou shalt dig therewith, and shalt turn back and cover that which cometh from thee: Deut 23:12,13.

I laughed when a certain pastor preached about this. First of all, the Elizabethan English was something else, and the actual thing he was saying...brought me to much laughter. Yet it was very meaningful.

It was a great message actually, coz he was relating to Jesus. And how he became (what cometh from thee-sin) and was covered in the ground for three days to rise up triumphantly having put away our (what cometh from thee) forever.

So talk about Kakka, Jesus became our kakka so we might become the righteousness of God in Christ.

Much love people. Great week.

Monday, November 10, 2008

Greatest Saturday ever

I am convinced that 8th November 2008 was one of the best days to ever grace the life of yours truly, Nevender. There's no better morning than one that is peaceful and I had such a morning. My heart was at rest and so expectant to see the day through.

Of course there were certain things that made me want to live to the fullest on that day, and it was so calming the fact that my heart did not fight it this time. My plan was go to office, check my mail, then head to MUK and then to Akamwesi then back to MUK but then see...my phone display was showing 99% Zone on a Saturday morning at 10am and I could think of so many people I could call.

I did call her, the sweet friend that never goes away; I called her, the friend that thinks I am angry at her; I called her, the one who has a way with me and I called her, the sister.

I think I made calls of a total of one hour or so and was so delighted. The one who has a way with me wanted kikomando once I told her about the Soup Kitchen (SK) and so that was added onto my itinerary for the day. That means I had to get kikomando in Wandegs and courier it to MUK Sports ground where the one who has a way with me would be.

By the time the calls ended, and having found no new mail it was around ten past 11am and that meant I was late. I should have been at MUK by now so that by midday I would be in Akamwesi. Deciding where to go first was not easy but in the end since I was dropping dime at campus for later use, I better drop it first so that budgets could be facilitated.

People, it is love when you must climb up to floor N of Mary Stuart Hall to deliver dime. That place wears me out but chin up...it is a small thing to do for love.

From there I jetted to Akamwesi and just before I got in, met an old writer friend of mine with a group of young people who were unfamiliar to me. I suspected she was going for the Soup Kitchen (SK) and asked her what she was doing at Akamwesi. She confirmed that indeed she was going for the SK. I never made it inside Akamwesi...

Friends, this is a blessed thing. To have young people gather themselves to improve the welfare of less privileged people. And this is exactly what the SK is. Young adults who have a passion for life. My experience is posted here.

From there, I had to run the errand I told you about concerning Kikomando. I bought three of those things and continued to the sports grounds of MUK. Wabula I was tired. Naye I had to go on and do something selfless for this old flame. However on my way, I met an O.G right outside MACOS (Makerere College School) my old school.

There are friendships that are genuine and then there are those that are of convenience. I am blessed to have many genuine ones. You see, this girl and I were classmates for two years and the friendship was so simplistic. Conversation flowed like a river.

So on this Saturday, I found her waiting for her little brother who would be sitting his UACE today. I thought I would say hi and bye but then we talked and it seemed like we would not stop soon. So I asked her to push me to the field to deliver the package and she obliged.

She asked to remain on the ground as I ascended the stage of the Ignite Festival to inquire where to find the one who has a way with me was. I met some old friends but made quick to know where the lady was. Soon as saw her, I descended from the stage.

Awkward moment: where you want to hug an old flame but everyone is looking at you suspiciously (because she has a boyfriend) so you do not do it.

I was so happy to see her because she was a big part of my life while at campus and had not seen her often after that.

Happiness was killing me.

I could only manage to see her long enough to deliver the goods because I had to attend to the O.G. Also, she being in the worship team, had to go back to give God what was His. We talked for a short time, she was beaming with joy. I made to introduce her to my O.G and the moment she saw her, assumed she was my girlfriend...

If you saw these two, it would seem like I was the stranger and they were the long lost friends. Naye I was still happy.

I had to sadly say goodbye and leave with my O.G. For emphasis, WE TALKED, and the TALKED,and then SOME. We just had to be brave and leave each other. It's like there was so much to talk about.

So, I left her after promising to go see her next Saturday. From there I had to go back to BOX. The BASIC Family would be going for a lock-in, my first ever lock-in and BOX was kind of the base of preparations. The fair story of what transpired is here. It was so awesome....

My Saturday was filled with beauty. Faces of children's innocence. Long lost friends appearing. Old flames showing me love... family, etc and then Arsenal beating Man U.

I could go on and on about it, but Job 38:11.

God is good.

Friday, November 07, 2008

What if we all "Change We Can"???

I am eating a lot these days. Sorry, I do not mean pork. In my quest to be of use to God and man I have been forced to take in more than ample amounts of info-meals and at times it can boil my head.

This world's future in my unprophetic thinking is headed to more or less confusion. The schools of thought are growing at alarming levels, with everyone putting forward a motion that works. Political thinkers seemed to have died out, what with the popularity of democracy. The last attempt to create a new system was Mzee, dear President with his movement system.

Economically, things are still pretty much the same with communism taking a back seat to capitalism.

So, you must wonder what schools of thought I mean. Well, I mean religious thinkers.
I am not overstating, just go here and see.

So I was wondering with all this in the world today. What shall the effects be tomorrow? I am pondering on the effects of Obama's "Change We Can (CWC)". Do you know if everybody decided to CWC there would be turmoil? Who would have the last laugh? Muslims? Buddhists? Secularists? Evangelicals? Who? Perhaps the question may become : who will press the nuclear red button first, and start a new world over again?

Imagine how many people differ in attitudes and what would happen if we all wanted our way followed by force. We would have things like the Dark Ages, Mohammad's Conquest, exploding buses etc.

For those still debating abortion, feed here. Info meal: Debate for/against abortion.

I was really thinking that God has an interesting way of keeping things at bay. Because, imagine what would happen if everyone had the same kind of determination and will. Might this not happen a hundred times over?

My head is boiling.

I cannot wield my will over another but by patience and meekness and love, pray I can be heard and understood. A perfect society is a dream in each one's eyes. It is a reality in God's.

God bless.

Disturbing Truth?

Do you suppose that I came to bring peace to the world? No, not peace, but division. Jesus Christ (Luk 12:51)

Thursday, November 06, 2008

Dedicated to Obama and other things

Tupac Shakur died early. Too early in fact. He missed seeing one of the few things he thought would never happen; things that his present day peers seem not too bothered about. Remember his song Changes? Well I pulled out a stanza to reminisce the day when the thought of a black president was futile.

I see no changes all I see is racist faces
misplaced hate makes disgrace to races
We under I wonder what it takes to make this
one better place, let's erase the wasted
Take the evil out the people they'll be acting right
'cause both black and white is smokin' crack tonight
and only time we chill is when we kill each other
it takes skill to be real, time to heal each other
And although it seems heaven sent
We ain't ready, to see a black President, uhh
It ain't a secret don't conceal the fact
the penitentiary's packed, and it's filled with blacks
But some things will never change
try to show another way but you stayin' in the dope game
Now tell me what's a mother to do
bein' real don't appeal to the brother in you
You gotta operate the easy way
"I made a G today" But you made it in a sleazy way
sellin' crack to the kid. " I gotta get paid,"
Well hey, well that's the way it is

Bambi, things have changed.

I realise I live in an era where another golden piece of History has been written. I didn't see the black dreamer, and the white president who ended slavery in US but I have witnessed in my time, a black man become the President of the U S of A. I acknowledge leadership comes from God and so it is my turn to be responsible and pray for the leaders we have.

Onto other things, I got good news this morning. Gay marriage was defeated in California. That means there are some 180,000 same sex couples in the grey about their future. Read story here .

This is how people change mindsets- A constant bombardment of a message into people's faces. First the idea may seem absurd, silly, detestable; then slowly it becomes tolerable then acceptable. This is what many movements are using to spread their propaganda. Rock music did it, communism did it, now gays want to do it. I am glad California is revoking an earlier decision. Now only two states remain gay.

Why is it good news? Because God's righteousness is being upheld. We should stop treading on the middle lines, sitting on the fence. What is compromise? Is it not downplaying God's righteous law? Saying neither yea or nay?

Friends a word of wisdom. (Mat 5:37 MKJV) But let your word be, Yes, yes; No, no. For whatever is more than these comes from evil.

Have a great day.

Wednesday, November 05, 2008

Obama wins. plus other things.

I woke up intent on having a good day, and by God's grace I shall still have it. Anyway, my first journey to work ended halfway because I realised I had forgotten office keys, so I had to journey back home and retrieve the keys. Once home I found the t.v on and realised Obama and McCain were neck to neck, I paused for a minute but then remembered I was not coming from work but still going there. I left.

Once I reached and opened my mail, first thing I saw was " Obama becomes first black president in landslide win". Congratulations to all those who were behind this history making moment. Sorry I cannot join the celebrations for reasons well known. I hope Ugandans do not join the foray and drink themselves silly because of this. If you do remember we still have Amama issues and Temangalo.

That aside.

I happen to be inspired by a number of things; things that make me smile, things that make me want to make a change. I will share two of these.

This morning on my way to work, I happened to see two children, both girls. One was about 5, the other probably 9 or 10. These two were quite opposite in terms of height, one tall the other short. But what inspired me was they were laughing together. The younger shorter one with her "malibu" (gaps) happily gazing at the older tall one. I looked and smiled because I saw the earnest, the simplicity, the joy, the peace, the innocence in two young children.

A sight like this is so rare among people other than children, so I thank God for children and their calming effect.

The second thing happened yesterday. On my way to a rendezvous, at the roundabout near Mutaasa Kafeero building, I saw and heard a man donning a white shirt with blue graphic speaking through a loud speaker. His t-shirt had the words "Kampala City of God". Here was a man, who has dedicated his day to speaking truth and grace into people. He and many others are involved in constant prayer for the city, for this beloved country. I was touched, and challenged. These people love their country, their city. I mean love. So they give up their own pursuit and pray. This moved me.

And moving on still (this is a long one...)

Some bloggers I have met unofficially: lulu and Bazanye.

Lulu was once my headgirl...not so? I hope she remembers. About superstar Baz, way back at Crossing Borders writers program. The man was so quiet!!
Why do I mention this? I don't know, just random I guess.

Lastly, coz I must get to work, I hope this inspires someone to love today genuinely.

Love does not respect distance, or time, or machinations. Love shall shine brighter than a midday sun yet remain as calming as a midnight moon.

God bless you all.

Saturday, November 01, 2008

More on pronounce it right.

Once upon a time, there was a boy called Ntwatwa. Ntwatwa was of course a boy, and he was a boy growing up. So he admired older people, people he saw on t.v, people he saw at home; his brothers!

So one day his brother came home with a new name. His name had a spark to it and Ntwatwa liked it. So he thought he would be like his brother. So he made for himself a name! His name changed to Ntwax. Evening passed and morning came, and Ntwax saw that it was good.

So Ntwax went to school and went back and home. He found his brother had brought home a laptop. Oh! He would learn to love computers. So he went back to school and guess what! There were computers! A computer lab! And he would want to be there all the time.
Soon everyone knew he liked computers, and one day his friend called him Networx. Evening passed and morning came. And Networx saw that it was good.

And then Networx fell in love. And then he was consumed by the emotion called love and so he began to love flowers. And because he loved purple, he loved a flower called lavender and then he saw it....a name. His name changed that day.

Networx fused with lavender and Nevender emerged!

And that my friends is why it is Nevender. Not neverender.

Friday, October 31, 2008

Hard Times

It is hard to see God when we are going through tough situations yet that is when we need to. It's not easy to praise God when things are rough and the waves batter while the wind banters. In the night it is hardest to believe that a "morning" will come. It is very easy to pray and praise and laugh and thank God when things are smooth sailing but when in hopeless, in despair, in loneliness, we feel that God is so inaccessible.

Inadequacy makes me weak and fearful and my ghosts become giants, my fears become fierce. In my addiction, I feel I am powerless, helpless and hopeless, and a fix will be my only solution. God is most necessary in these times yet that is when we walk far from Him.
This sermon has been preached before but it never makes sense until it happens to one. We think we are strong when under a warm sun then suddenly we become weak when the rain comes.

I do not like the rain at all, in fact I would rather God help me get through life with no problems but I find myself the cause of my rain and if not for God, I would forever be hopeless.

I have found out trusting God is hardest in tough times but when one manages it, glorious new days ahead. I am depending on God to bring me through my dark times because unfortunately He alone is my hope. There is no one else to run to. Ultimately I find myself crying out His name and "Whoever shall call upon the name of the LORD shall be saved."

I am trusting that He is faithful when He says He will perfect that which concerns me for my only hope is He, God my Abba Father.

Thursday, October 30, 2008

Pronounce it right.

I feel like KJ 52 right now. People assume since the 5 and 2 are next to each other, it should be read fifty two! On the contrary, It is pronounced KJ five- two.

This has happened to me as well on many occasions of first encounters, sometimes virtual, other times physical. Someone reads my nick name and assumes I meant never ender... banange, have mercy on my self baptised nick name!! C'est ne pas never ender.

Follow with me.

1. What in heaven would never ender mean?
Never ender... A thing or person that ends the possibility of impossibility?
Or something that never ends perhaps?

2. Why would someone call themselves never ender? Perhaps he is never ending? Kinda like God...kinda like blasphemous? Huh?
3. It sounds so un cool, kinda like Lil Wayne, or Rihanna, or Prince, or Marilyn Manson..(yes I do not like those people..and note, I said like.

Stand corrected all ye who have made the error of calling yours truly never ender. That is not what it is. It is Take note. Okay?!!

Onto other matters.

I am still feeling wretched...yet I am much better off than those who perished in the quake of Pakistan, much better than the relatives of those in fated accidents in Ug of recent, much better than the women from Karamoja whose occupation is handy. Yet these comaprisons offer me no consolation, no real anchor, nothing to set me to tears.

Depression is a disease.

I need a doctor.

God I kinda need you to usurp this feeling. Help. I guess I need divine intervention.

Even October has ended!!! Sincerely...been too long in comfort zones.

Wednesday, October 29, 2008


Inadequacy flows like an enzyme in my system. Triggered by periods of happiness and purpose, it rises and pollutes every area of determination within.

Tuesday, October 28, 2008

Horton hears a Who!

Now me and animations are like this; tight. I love animations, especially the ones from Pixar. I am a fan of the Madagascar penguins, Tom and his friend Jerry, Dexter and his sister, etc etc, the list is endless.

The thing with animations is that they are free from the evils of that old liar- PG13!
Imagine you're watching a PG13 and then there: Someone decided it was a great time to "feel their boobies". Oops!

Not that animations are totally holy. No. I love the story telling that is in animations. The themes covered are social issues. Remember the Incredibles? About this man's mid-life crisis?

Anyway, yesterday I finally watched Horton Hears a Who and to be honest with you, I think I will resume writing for children. There are some things so childlike but so truthful that sometimes we miss them. Horton the main character hears a voice screaming out from a tiny speck and for some reason, he becomes devoted to the speck discovering it is a world of its own with real people called Whos and its survival very much depends on Horton.

There is the evil Sour Kangaroo who learning of this and afraid that what he is saying will poison the children's minds plots to destroy the speck... I would not love to spoil the story if you haven't watched it but please watch it.

I picked out one thing from the story : A person's a person, no matter how small.

One may say, oh well, that is obvious; but did you know that the number of persons daily lost in this senseless thing called abortion are 115,000; amounting to 42 million Whos per year? Stats here

Dr Seuss may have been writing a children's story and some may think that is a silly place to start an anti abortion campaign on the contrary. children are affected by what they hear when growing up, and those things are what shape them into the men and women we see today.

I love animations, I love children's stories. They speak the truth to a heart that will listen.

(Can you believe non of this was premeditated?) Well, people have a nice week.

I have a zib tho. I am not properly employed yet have to attend two wedding meetings per week. Any advice?

Friday, October 24, 2008

UG blogcabulary and thoughts

1. Firsties
2. Sitokisi

Bloggers, help me understand these Ugblogcabulary to me!


the blogs this Friday are quite long and in depth. I love this. Naye I am so busy I may not read them now, but I will read them.

Anyone heard of this : the sin that so easily besets. Oh! How that sin besets me. I was reading Ugandan Insomniac, at least the first bits of it and this struck me: Every man has a secret. That’s what Batman says.

Although men like to act inspirational at times, there are some things rather left in the dark. I have those things. Things that tug at me once in a while, things I would rather not talk about. That is the sin that so easily besets me.

What does a man do in such a situation but hang on to God with their last strength? Isn't He Jehovah MACCADDESHEM, my sanctification; Jehovah ROHI, my shepherd; Jehovah TSIDKENU, my righteousness ! Isn't He my comforter, my deliverer, my door,my Father?!

Oh that I would know more of His grace; to see less of myself, to know more of Him. Oh that this would become truer of me, day by day ... Therefore since we also are surrounded with so great a cloud of witnesses, let us lay aside every weight and the sin which so easily besets us, and let us run with patience the race that is set before us, (Heb 12:1 )

I thank God for His son because of this promise My little children, I write these things to you so that you may not sin. And if anyone sins, we have an Advocate with the Father, Jesus Christ the righteous.
And He is the propitiation concerning our sins, and not concerning ours only, but also concerning the sins of all the world. (1Jn 2:1-2)

To know the LORD, to know more.

Thursday, October 23, 2008

Egyptian legend

Awo olwatuuka...

Herodotus's legend

Menkaure was allegedly a much more benevolent Pharaoh than his predecessors according to legends related by Herodotus he wrote the following:

"This Prince (Mycerinus) disapproved of the conduct of his father, reopened the temples and allowed the people, who were ground down to the lowest point of misery, to return to their occupations and to resume the practice of sacrifice. His justice in the decision of causes was beyond that of all the former kings. The Egyptians praise him in this respect more highly than any other monarchs, declaring that he not only gave his judgements with fairness, but also, when anyone was dissatisfied with his sentence, made compensation to him out of his own purse and thus pacified his anger."

The Gods however ordained that Egypt should suffer tyrannical rulers for a hundred and fifty years according to this legend, Herodotus goes on:

"An oracle reached him from the town of Buto, which said 'six years only shalt thou live upon this earth, and in the seventh thou shalt end thy days'. Mycerinus, indignant, sent an angry message to the oracle, reproaching the god with his injustice -'My father and uncle,' he said 'though they shut up the temples, took no thought of the gods and destroyed multitudes of men, nevertheless enjoyed a long life; I, who am pious , am to die soon!' There came in reply a second message from the oracle - 'for this very reason is thy life brought so quickly to a close - thou hast not done as it behoved thee. Egypt was fated to suffer affliction one hundred and fifty years - the two kings who preceded thee upon the throne understood this - thou hast not understood it' Mycerinus, when this answer reached him, perceiving that his doom was fixed, had lamps prepared, which he lighted every day at evening time, and feasted and enjoyed himself unceasingly both day and night, moving about in the marsh-country and the woods, and visiting all the places he heard were agreeable sojourns. His wish was to prove the oracle false, by turning night into days and so living twelve years in the space of six"

Ab'o'luganda ng'otulabira.

What is your view of this man?

Wednesday, October 22, 2008

Free for all!!

I will heal their backslidings; I will love them freely; for My anger has turned away from him. (Hosea 14:4)

That was one of the first things I read today and has it blessed my day! The idea of a maker who will "love us freely" is amazing. There are no conditions, no red tape, no procurement orders, no meetings, no committees, no paper work. He does not demand something for Him to love us freely. He just loves. But God commends His love toward us in that while we were yet sinners Christ died for us. (Romans 5:8)

Amazing grace, my friends, is free for all! Not only for the wise, or the rich, the educated, the handsome, the beautiful, the mighty, the strong! No, it is for fools, for the poor, for the illiterate, for the ugly, for the weak, it does not discriminate.

It is free for all. He will love us freely. Oh, who would resist such love and omit such goodness?

Be blessed.

Tuesday, October 21, 2008


Alexander, Caesar, Charlemagne, and I have founded empires. But on what did we rest the creations of our genius? Upon force. Jesus Christ founded his empire upon love; and at this hour millions of men would die for him. ~Napoleon Bonaparte

Friday, October 17, 2008


I would like to apologise first to Carlo for using the same title.


/ɪˈskeɪpɪzəm/ Pronunciation Key - Show Spelled Pronunciation[i-skey-piz-uhm]
the avoidance of reality by absorption of the mind in entertainment or in an imaginative situation, activity, etc.
[Origin: 1930–35; escape + -ism]

A man who answers questions with questions is either wise or embarrassingly stupid. And there was one, who prefers to defend their "normalcy" with a rational statement: " that does not make me less human" .

Sometimes what is good for the goose is bad for the gander.

Then there are other words like the one below.

ra·tion·al·ize /ˈræʃənlˌaɪz, ˈræʃnlˌaɪz/ Pronunciation Key - Pronunciation[rash-uh-nl-ahyz, rash-nl-ahyz] , -ized, -iz·ing.
–verb (used with object)
1. to ascribe (one's acts, opinions, etc.) to causes that superficially seem reasonable and valid but that actually are unrelated to the true, possibly unconscious and often less creditable or agreeable causes.
2. to remove unreasonable elements from.
3. to make rational or conformable to reason.
4. to treat or explain in a rational or rationalistic manner.
5. Mathematics. to eliminate radicals from (an equation or expression): to rationalize the denominator of a fraction.
6. Chiefly British. to reorganize and integrate (an industry).
–verb (used without object)
7. to invent plausible explanations for acts, opinions, etc., that are actually based on other causes: He tried to prove that he was not at fault, but he was obviously rationalizing.

I have a feeling this word is what keeps many men from God's goodness.

You will find, I occasionally post here Nevonic

Wednesday, October 15, 2008

Femignly* tricked??- re-explained.

Seeing not so many understood the post, I will make it short and simple.

This girl, known her for more than a year now. I always liked her, and I guess I showed it. So on Friday we exchanged series of texts that pretty much brought to the surface my care for her. This girl scares me; when I send her poetry, she simply says, "oh that is nice"; without much ado.

In the communication, I ended up doing most of the saying how i feel while her on the other hand, received and made no appropriate feedback. Anyway, her text got me thinking. Was she saying she was being in love with me, or she really was just being a nice Christian girl. "Jesus is in love with me who in turn is in love with you."

I made up my mind that day, I knew she felt the same. So I would go to her the next day and confirm that what she felt I too felt. I bought a rose on my way to her place. (She is a campuser).

When I reached she wasn't at her place so had to in the meanwhile talk with her room-mate as well as keep the room-mate from knowing I had a rose. When she finally came, I was of course happy to see her and deep in my heart I knew she felt the same. So in the interest of time, because this was around 7:30pm, I asked her to give me a push and then told her we would take a walk around campus.

So we first talked about stuff, godly stuff, then when I sensed the time was right, I told her how I felt. To my surprise, she feigned dismay!! Why do I say that? Coz the texts I had sent her before that were clear enough and the way I talked with her should have been obvious for a girl.

My brother cum best friend cum cousin tells me she was playing on my head. And I was too silly to notice. That she is just being a woman, setting up situations and leading me to the hunt.

She said she would pray about it. All the while, my red rose remained unrevealed upto this day where it darkens on my window. It is not drying up, just becoming redder, and smelling fouler.

I am in suspense.

So, friends. What say ye noble men and women

Tuesday, October 14, 2008

For God ?

For God ...and my country.

Really For God?

To live in the beautiful fortress of His love; to live as the Sons He created; at work, at school, in the taxi, wherever, whenever!

To shun dishonesty and embrace truth,
To reject hatred and embrace love,
To be reviled by sin and pursue righteousness,
To forget pride and exalt humility,
To know God, to love God, to accept God.

Ugandan blogsphere reminds me of hiphop, oh and a line in Kanye West's "Jesus walks": They say you can rap about anything except for Jesus
That means guns, sex, lies, video tapes
But if I talk about God my record won't get played Huh?

I wonder, is there any blogger who hasn't heard of Jesus? And since basically our nation is Christian, where is that coming out in the posts of bloggers?

I've seen the secular drown out the righteous; making claims to freedom and shunning the righteous. Jesus is a lesson in Social Studies, oh, you can call on him when you are in serious zibs, and make sure you do that when everything else has failed!

The blogs I read today just upset me, except of course Semakeddie's

I need some inspirational blogging. Can someone do me that favour?

For God?

Wednesday, October 08, 2008

Can you believe this guy??

Democrat Barack Obama claimed the (financial) crisis was the "final verdict on the failed economic policies of the last eight years" that President Bush pursued and were "supported by Sen. McCain," a charge he has made before.

Reminds me of a hammer. I am beset by presidential candidates who instead of offering solutions, start blaming others.


I wrote this awhile ago.

In an environment so loud, how can one keep alert?

I am trying to write an intellectual piece but unfortunately there is that blaring sound coming from a nearby disco hall. The beats are loud enough as it is, but the MC or is it the DJ, seems to be an excited radio commentator-he is literally cheering on the songs. I try to focus, and then the sound of a cricket becomes distinct and clear. It pierces through the heavy music and injures my ear with its high tone.

Concentrating has never been as trying as this- but it takes more than a disco hall and a cricket's song to knock me off intellectual balance. So I proceed writing my piece.

I seem to be entranced by the hustle and bustle of life these days. The manufacture of noise is becoming very predominant. Everyone seems to be speaking and none is listening. Everywhere, there is noise.

Picture this: a six year old wakes up each morning and looks for a metal tin. After getting one, he picks a stick and starts hitting it very strongly. The sound is pounding but he is all the while nodding his head in enjoyment.

Well, this maybe a bit of hyperbole but when I look around, this is exactly what I see. Noise, which is too harmful for our health, has become a lifestyle. I pray you do not take on the presumption of thinking I mean noise which is otherwise referred to as "disorganised sound".

Every time I scroll through t.v channels, I am always met with a show of more flesh than I would like. As if that is not enough,the accompanying words are embarrassing to say. More than that, these words and images publish numerous ideas and emotions in the minds of many. The ideas and emotions go on to create new routines and ways of life.

It becomes pertinent for the young 19 year old to look fleshy and sexy. The taxi driver is not reluctant to dish out an insult to the my car gentleman who responds too slowly to the traffic lights for his liking. The young man then decides he is not a man until he has tasted of the secret called sex.

Corruption, insincerity, strife, indecency become a new noise that stifles the quietness and simplicity of truth, honesty, courtesy and decency. Suddenly worms come out of people's mouths; free porn is offered in the dressing of stylish young ladies without remorse; violence becomes a pass-time.

Noise. I cannot breathe easy because someone's smoking, or worse; someone's mouth is pungent with a cocktail of alcohol odour. Noise; that lady's cleavage is half-exposed; this old man is telling a friend of a sexual encounter he had with the neighbour's wife.

Everything seems to be dying. And no one seems to care. Culture is rotting away, replaced by rationalism, open-mindedness, freedoms and rights. Can I say that gays should not marry? No! I would be politically incorrect, even if I am also being open minded. Noise. I can't hear the quiet beat of my heart.

The piece I began is ending; unfortunately the noise isn't. It seems there are two disco halls competing now. Or is it DJ's?

The cricket fell quiet a while ago. I cannot escape the noise, so I must find the peace in the Nazarene.