Saturday

GOD Over Money

GOD first...

No one can serve two masters. Either you will hate the one and love the other or you will be devoted to the one and despise the other. You cannot serve both GOD and money. (Matthew 6:24)

HE IS WHO HE IS (GOD is self-sufficient; HE can exist without money)...

GOD does not need the offertory we give in Church, but HIS servants working there do...

Why are we slaves to money? Emancipate yourselves...

Money is limited; GOD is infinite...

GOD loves a cheerful giver, but does not manipulate people by pushing them to give under compulsion (2nd Corinthians 9:6-15); all HE requires is 10 percent of your increase. You are free to use the rest of your money the way you choose not lie about it like Ananias and Sapphira...

We have reduced GOD to mere bills yet HE created planets bigger than Earth... Money cannot be compared to even 1 percent of the Almighty GOD...

Why do pastors and prophets or their teams manipulatively put pricetags (eg 200,000 UGX minimum pledge, 900 Million drive) on what people should give to the LORD? GOD accepts jegejege [coins] if it is all someone has; it's HIS storehouse, not some man's business shrine nor empire...

GOD instructed the ravens to supply food to Elijah... (1st Kings 17:2-6)

The Galatian churches collected money on the first day of every week in keeping with each one's income, not a set price... (1st Corinthians 16:1-3)

A 500 Ugandan Shilling coin Sunday offering can multiply into 500,000 UGX (Half a million); that's a thousandfold by GOD's power...

Comparing GOD to money is a shortsighted oxymoron...

Choose between working for GOD or Money! Who is superior? Of course, GOD...

GOD over everything...

GOD heals, not money...

Money comes, money goes...

Love is mentioned more than money in songs...

When life throws you bitterness, make bittersweet juice like bitter lemon and sugar or tangawizi in mango juice; it doesn't cost a lot of money...

Animals and plants do not need money, but all their needs are supplied by GOD... They trust in GOD more than money... What happened to humans?

Either you love GOD or money?

GOD is the M.I.P. (Most Important Person)...

Prosperity Gospel reduced GOD to bills, fees and prices. Even if I do not have 400 Billion US Dollars, GOD is still greater than money...

How come the value of humans is based on how much money they have, not how much GOD they believe in?

Why commit suicide just because of a few Shillings or Afros?

In Numbers 11, the Israelites complained that they had left good food in Egypt because GOD now fed them on manna alone. So in HIS anger, GOD sent quail birds to surround their camp a day's walk in every direction plus 90 centimetres high. They ate meat until they died because of meat...

My warped view of corruption is that citizens must maximise the stolen money eg if a public servant steals money and sets up a radio station, transportation business or hotel, then find a way to use those establishments, learn or/ and earn from them the best way you can...

Is your faith in GOD determined by how much money HE gives you?

GOD is not a respecter of wealth; an earthquake can flatten a skyscraper while a tree can smash a high-priced posh car during a storm...

GOD feeds all HIS creation; money has less to do with it unless humans choose it that way...

Prosperity preachers who love money make it seem like without money, GOD has no power... GOD's power is not manifested through money only; HE gives free gifts of the Holy Spirit...

Do not tell anyone that they are nothing nor spit on them just because they have little or no money...

Why can't we talk about GOD more than money?

Te mi dra a'dusi?

GOD is more important than money...

Between GOD and money, what would you choose? Choose GOD coz money is earthly...

Money can't buy life...

Why kill yourself because of no money or unemployment?

During April 2025, the Richest Man on Earth was South Africa-born Canadian American Elon Musk who became the first human to reach a net worth of 400 Billion US Dollars. Isn't GOD worth more than that by far? HE created everything we see and can't see, for crying out loud...

GOD created planets bigger than Earth, so how can you put HIM on the same weighing scale as a few trillion bucks?

GOD is enough...

Money ain't a thing...

GOD is great, whether I cannot afford foodprices in Serena Hotel or spent less than 2 US Dollars per day...

If you're broke as a broke girl, I don't care... You ain't got to front for me... (Graff)

GOD's greatness is not measured by the private jets owned by prosperity preachers; HE created eagles, swifts, falcons, etc...

DEBT is the acronym for Doing Everything But Tithing... (Pastor John Hagee)


"I the LORD do not change. So you, the descendants of Jacob, are not destroyed. Ever since the time of your ancestors you have turned away from my decrees and have not kept them. Return to me and I will return to you," says the LORD Almighty. "But you ask: How are we to return? Will a mere mortal rob GOD? Yet you rob me. But you ask: How are we robbing you? In tithes and offerings. You are under a curse - your whole nation - because you are robbing me. Bring the whole tithe into the storehouse, that there may be food in my house. Test me in this, says the LORD Almighty, "and see if I will not throw open the floodgates of Heaven and pour out so much blessing that there will not be room enough to store it. I will prevent pests from devouring your crops and the vines in your fields will not drop their fruits before it is ripe," says the LORD Almighty. Then all the nations will call you blessed, for yours will be a delightful land," say the LORD Almighty. (Malachi 3:6-12)

Money ain't everything, my friend; GOD is...

Someone told me I market GOD with hype, but I feel am not doing enough...

When you're dead broke, GOD makes you feel rich...

After getting rejected from joining the Technical Drawing class in 2001 (Senior 5), I started looking at GOD in a different way with tears in my eyes...

More money, more problems. More GOD, less problems...

Talking about money, homie, I ain't concerned... (50 Cent)

Tithes can be multiplied by 10 within a week; othertimes, you get back exactly what you gave...

Who needs money when you have GOD?

You reap what you sow: one mango seed grows into one mango tree that produces many mangoes...

JESUS answered, "It is written: Worship the LORD your GOD and serve only HIM!" (Luke 4:8)

Surrender every care to GOD...

GOD created the rocks and waterbodies we see thousands and thousands of years ago, but paper money is recently printed by men and it gets torn...

Depression is a choice...

'Bu-a 'dale, sende yo [In Heaven there, no money]... (Trust In GOD)

I would rather tithe and lose than bet sports and lose...

When you sow a maize seed in good soil, it multiplies. When you sow offertory in a good Church, it multiplies; the amount is the giver's choice, not the pastor. GOD only asks for 10 percent of everyone's increase...

Money is just a number on financial papers...

GOD can take very good care of you...

Poverty is just an opinion...

I put GOD over money... (Deonte Hall)

Rick Ross said: Being dead broke is the root of all evil, but when you have GOD, then you are not really broke; our FATHER in Heaven owns everything and distributes it differently to all HIS children...

GOD gives freely to unbelievers too because HE created them...

There is a misconception that Devil worshippers or people who visit witchdoctors are richer than those who believe in GOD and live holy lives; Abraham, Job, Solomon, etc were one of the Richest in their generations...

The Holy Spirit can help better than money...

What does it profit a man to gain the whole world, but lose his soul?

The Devil got his musical talent from GOD; he's not the original Creator of his superstardom...

The Devil comes to steal your peace by making money seem like it is all you need, not GOD...

My cousin Brian told me that I act like I do not want money. No, I want a lot of it without stress, but I do not worship it. I do not want to be a slave to money, but its master. It's just a tool like a pair of pliers...

Throw your net on the right side of the boat and you will find some fish. (John 21:6)

The Devil does not have his own money; he steals it from other people to bait and trap worshippers with...

GOD is forever rich...

I need GOD, not a job...

Why worry about money, yet GOD is more valuable?

Seek first the Kingdom of Heaven and all these things including money will be added unto you...

The Devil can take away all your money plus block the channels through which you get it to test your faith in GOD plus force you to turn to him...

In GOD we trust...

Even if I have no money, but have GOD, then am rich...

Follow JESUS, not money...

We lay our future in GOD's hands, not pension plans...

GOD is everything...

What do real Christians want? GOD, not money...

No money, no problem...

Free oxygen, free sunshine, free rainfall, free birdwatching; no money needed...

No one is poor; maybe broke, but not poor...

My UCU newsroom workmate Justin Emedot once said that people might start saying am a member of the Illuminati because of my Art skills; I was not born this way, but keep improving by learning from the Best with GOD's grace, not some candle rituals...

People call to ask me to register their names as members of the Illuminati. I usually ask them two questions: Where did you get my number and why do you want to join? They reply that they get my number from Google plus want to join to get money. So I assure them that GOD has more money than the Illuminati...

GOD provides. Temutukoya...

Aparaka ma tibi agobi. Whatever! How about vegetarians or flexiterians...

If you have a problem, then just look up (oneway) to Heaven...

Pray, work, rest...

They said am jobless, unimportant in society, uneducated, afazi dria yo [nothing in the hands], cursed (No future), poverty-striken, fake, deadbeat, young spiritually, small-minded, without favour, lousy, destitute (homeless), useless, daft, stupid plus a pauper, but GOD is everything and the most valuable, not money...

It is so sweet to trust in JESUS...

Worship GOD, not numbers!

Wednesday

Arua Tourism

Arua is a sweet and excellent (1st Class) Business Hub at the Heart of West Nile (Northwestern Uganda)...

The entire locality got its name from a medium-sized rock elevation directly south of the main Avenue Road. The name "Arua" translated from Lugbara means "Small prison" (Others say "In Prison"); Belgian colonialists built a transit point (for the bigger prison in Aru, DR Congo) near a ridge originally named Ojiodri, buried inmates in Barifa Forest on the East of the hill plus fought many battles near there...

Arua Hill has a superfly, 12-star, 360-degree panoramic view of Lugbaraland from Ayivu to DR Congo, Maracha, Terego, Vurra and beyond... With a pair of binoculars, you can see so much more...

The Lugbara Kari Palace used to be near Arua Hill, but was moved to Giligili in the West and later used by the Ugandan Army... The name Arua stands for Peace and Prudence. The Lugbara Tribe is a patriarchal Chiefdom led by a rotationally-elected Agofe (Paramount Chief of all clans, that is Ayivu, Maracha, Terego and Vurra). Nevertheless, JESUS is King in Arua...

Urban Tourism in Arua can entail visiting the Central Business District. Adumi Road (before Smash Roundabout which takes you to Onduparaka) has some of the Tallest Buildings in Arua City; 'ba da sende tawuni-a tipasi [money was poured in town using a tipper]... Nevertheless, the Tallest Skyliner (one of many above 7 floors) during Twenty25 is found near Osu Village...

Hotels: Desert Breeze with swimming pool, Dreamland in Kuluva, Prince Palace, Hotel Arua, Golden Courts, Le Tsuba, Slumberland, the exquisite Harriton Hotel on Avenue Road, Tropical Suites, Crane Resort, Heritage Courts and Park, Santa Maria, head-turning Arua Hill Hotel, Pacific (Oldest in the City), etc...

Oluko Falls is a series of waterfalls in Oluko Suburb - East of Arua Hill and Barifa Forest on River Asa; the Most Visited Attractions include Abairo Falls owned by John Acile (at the end of Waterfalls Road, directly below Arise Center overlooking a steep mini-rift valley) and Oloporoporo Falls bought by an American named Mike Elkins. During the dry season (December to February), Abairo becomes a thinner horsetail waterfall with a punchbowl swimming pool at the bottom, but when the rainfall starts between March and November, the gushing increases and swimming in the pool is not recommended unless safe. Parties, picnics and recreational tours keep this hidden place quite active...

Neighbourhood (West Nile, Uganda): Miriadua Falls, Alikua Pyramid, 1991 Ojapi Air Raid Woodland Peony... Lodonga Basilica... Mt. Wati, Onayi, Olewa Falls on River Enyau... Agoi Falls, Vurra Customs, Ezuku Forest Reserve... Ajai Wildlife Game Reserve, Rhino Camp, Laropi Ferry Crossing to Adjumani... Mt. Liru, Salia Musala... Nyagak Hydropower Dam, Biku Smallest Church on Earth in Nebbi... Pakwach Bridge, Albert Nile, Wadelai, Owiny Solar Eclipse Monument, Gipiri and Labongo Separation Site... Murchison Falls (Kabalega) National Park, Budongo Forest, Paraa, Lake Albert...

Origin of Arua (Name)

Ayivu locals around Arua Hill before the Whitemen came used to call it Ojiodri. The ancient name was given (before the current one) because of the caves situated on the eastern foot of the hill (as you head towards Barifa Playground and cut right inwards or precisely where Dr. Amandua built his house or Access Arua City FM started before moving northwest of the hill and replaced by a kindergarten).

The 1884 -1885 Berlin Conference about the Partition of Africa saw the continent divided among European powers. The King of Belgium (King Leopold II) fought very hard, through the renowned explorer Henry Morton Stanley, to have Congo as his personal property. He was granted his wish and West Nile became part of Congo Free States (Les États Liberté Du Congo). Around 1895 to 1900, he sent his representatives to oversee the collection of taxes, gathering ivory, cowrie shells, skins and hides of wild game in West Nile. The representatives earmarked some places for ease of their work namely Alikua (which they named Mount of Wati Village [Village de montagne de Wati]) in the present day East Maracha, Wadela(y)i in Lower Alurland, Dufile (corruption of Odrukpele [Place of many buffaloes]) and Kajo-Keji in Ma'diland, Goli in Upper Alurland plus Ojiodri (now Arua Hill). It was in Alikua that they found a local Paramount Chief called Kamure whom they appointed to help in overseeing their work. Kamure's influence extended as far as western Ayivu. He was made the most paramount of all the traditional Lugbara chiefs of Lugbaraland. In Alikua, they built a small pyramid-like structure; no one has understood the purpose why it was built though some report that two Belgians were buried there. In some of the above mentioned places, the Belgians built or fixed some instruments to monitor the weather. It was also on Ojiodri (present-day Arua Hill) that they built a house to put their instruments for monitoring the weather and radio messages (Radio Call frequency was already in use for a few years since an Italian called Marconi had discovered it). On the western side of Ojiodri (where Arua Hill Primary School is situated), the Belgians had some houses for residing and also to lock-up offenders brought from the other parts of West Nile (mostly the north). These offenders would be locked up for a few hours or days as they awaited orders to take them to the bigger prison cells in the interior Congo to work on the rubber, coffee or cocoa plantations. The Lugbara mistook the building on the top of the hill to be a prison cell. Gradually, they started referring to the building on top of the hill as a prison cell. Hence Aru-a [In the prison cell]. They actually never saw anybody being taken there but believed that it would happen at night.

Meanwhile, what was happening at Ojiodri was the opposite of what was taking place in Congo at Aru. In Aru, they built a bigger cell which was nicknamed Mokili ya Nguma in KiBangala meaning The Crocodile's Territory. It used to and still stands near the junction of Route Aba and Ovisoni. The biggest of these prison cells was at a place called Djugu in Lenduland. Many people arrested from West Nile ended up being locked up there for a few days to months. Prisoners were not kept for long periods because the Belgians didn't want to incur a lot of expenses in feeding. Because of the brutality of these Belgians, some people lost their lives and others became incapacitated. The hill was put under constant guard; no local would climb it as they used to do before. The young Ayivu girls and women who went up in the evenings to grind millet and sorghum flour on the rocks were banished. The Belgians brought in strange armed guards whom the Lugbara generally called Tukutuku from the interior of Congo to guard the hill and some of their strategic places in West Nile. A local Ayivu man called Tawua (blacksmith by trade who had his workplace where Springs Kindergarten is situated these days) was put under constant watchful eyes and later evicted. They suspected him to be making spears and arrows for an imminent attack. Indeed, it was now "prison everywhere" as the local Ayivu used to say, "Joá mini ne vaa 'da ma amveri co esele aleni be ku [The outside of that small house you see below is not different from its interior]..."

Towards the end of the 1890s and early 1900s, there were Belgian outposts in Alikua, Wadelai, Nimule, Kajo-Keji, Dufile and a smaller one at Goli to effect their administration. On Arua Hill was a small meteoroligical station and the bigger one was at Wadelai, Kajo-Keji, etc. There was a bigger prison at Aru in Congo which of late has been standing at the roundabout/ junction of Route Aba & Ovisoni route. The prison at the western foothill of Arua Hill was a transit camp used for keeping prisoners for a few days or hours as they awaited their transfer to Congo and infact the biggest prison of all was at Djugu in the Lendu territory in Congo. To this day, it still stands on the eastern part of Djugu Town near the Bypass as you head towards Bunia from the Mahagi - Ngote route. These prisoners taken from Ma'di/ Alur (now Uganda) were moved to do hard labour on the coffee, cocoa & cotton plantations for a few months and released because the Belgians didn't want to incur expenses in feeding a large number of prisoners. Their offenses ranged from failure to pay taxes in form of cowrie shells, fights to hunting the wild game, adultery, etc. On 17th December 1909, King Leopold II of Belgium died and according to the agreement between the British and Belgians during the Partition of Africa in 1884, the eastern part of the Lado Enclave marked by a watershed (the current borderline between West Nile and DR Congo) should revert to the British rule four years after his death. The years 1911 to early 1914 was a period when this eastern area was put temporarily under the Anglo-Sudan Protectorate. A currency (Pound) was introduced and cowrie shells disbanded. This was a period of confusion as there were no direct administrators because Khartoum was far away. 

Mount Rushmore sculpture in America depicting the (pre-World War I) Republican Roosevelt's face (The World War II Roosevelt was a Democrat)…

Many Whites (including the 26th US President Theodore "Teddy" Roosevelt who died in 1919) came to hunt wild animals in Arua. Roosevelt camped at the western shores of River Nile with his team and they named that place Rhino Camp because they found many rhinos there. They were particularly impressed when they saw some white rhinos near Wadelai. In April 1914, the British took control of West Nile and raised their flag (Union Jack) on the western side of Arua Hill near the small Belgian prison. They disbanded the Pound and use of cowrie shells, but introduced the Rupee (what the Lugbara used to call Robia). The first District Commissioner was called Mr. Arthur Evelyn Weatherhead and there is a road in his name (Weatherhead Lane) which runs from the current Post Office (near the former Court Hall) to Anyafi(y)o Senior Quarters (formerly European Quarters). The first DC's offices continued to be at Arua Hill up to 1919 when they built new offices at Giligili which was later turned into a prison facility in the 1930s after building the current offices of the (R)DC...

Arua stands for "Small prison", medium-sized hill, but big aura...

University of Maracha

Tom Brady: Let the negatives people speak bounce off the walls.../ Work harder.../ Let's go...

Lionel Messi: Stumble, get up and try again.../ You cannot win all the time.../ Use your instincts...

Michael Jordan: Don't break when you are broken.../ Train hard like it is the actual game...

Stephen Curry: Practise fundamentals...



(CC) Angu Neza [Sightseeing]

Saturday

Nelson Samboko Quotes

I'm from Kenya... I gave my life to Christ in 2000... Everything was going on well with me... From there, I backslid... I went to College, was trained as a teacher and went to the Eastern part of Zambia... While working there as a teacher, I had to resign... I went into business... This is where my story starts...

I discovered that in business, you should have a backing of either the Kingdom of GOD or the Devil... You don't just go in without anything... Business was failing; the few months, everything was okay, then everything just collapsed... I was introduced into diabolical things (by fellow businessmen)... As I started looking for help, I opened my spiritual life to the enemy. This is how I gave him a chance. I met this Nigerian man, desperately explained my situation... He told me I need a money ritual...

I bought seven Ghana-must-go bags, small pot, mirror and seven eggs. In each bag, I was instructed to put a 100 Kwacha note; highest Zambian Kwacha note. I had to set up an altar in my bedroom; no one was supposed to enter. That was the first time I encountered the spirit world... This ritual was supposed to last for seven days... There was even a ring I was instructed to buy plus a red cloth almost two metres... The ritual involved him because he understood the language and everything of the spirit; he recited the incantations... We did the first, second, third day; there was nothing that I saw. But, on the fourth day, I started noticing a change: I started seeing and hearing the presence of spirits in the room. I could hear people talking that I cannot see... We had agreed that if I got the money, we would fly to Nigeria with the man so that he presents me to the shrine. On the 6th day, only a few hours before midnight (the spiritual hour when the spiritual realm becomes active), GOD came in... HE just completely turned me off. Upto today, I cannot explain what happened; I slept... They tried to wake me up (shaking me, doing whatever), I couldn't wake up, not until 6am in the morning... The man was furious: Why did you do that? Even him, he couldn't understand... We started quarrelling... I had to abort that mission...

I went to Dedza, Malawi... An old fetish man could make money appear. I started another ritual in Malawi. The fear in me was never there because I was now used to these things... When I came back from Malawi, I knew I would have issues with Immigration because I had overstayed in a foreign land (for over 30 days). So I needed someone from Malawi to talk for me. The Devil at this point had already started connecting things. The man I sat with in the vehicle talked to Immigration; that's how we crossed. When we crossed to the Zambian side, this man started telling me my life: Where I was coming from, looking for money, in Malawi at such a place, my name, date of birth. Just there, a mind came into me. The Bible says: Words are a spirit... It came strong to me: saying: Why don't I use this in Church? I'm going back to Church with style, with this art of demonic prophecy... That was the time prophecy was at peak...

I went on the internet, started searching for dark sites and came across a man from Colombia (founder of the Church of Satan in Colombia); he was sending me incantations... This man had formed a WhatsApp group; I was the only African. There came a man called Martin who saw what was in me and later introduced me to another man from Costa Rica called Diego; he calls himself the incarnate of the Devil... A master of the art... Diego took me into deeper rituals... They introduce different candles and their colour codes... Four elements of the earth: Light, fire, air, water... I paid nothing... 

You must align with a spirit, deity or entity to give you access to the spiritual realm... When doing incantations, you are summoning the entity you are connected to...

I started gathering pastors; they would be amazed by my knowledge... I would send my thoughts into someone... When a pastor came to me, I would send the pastor to the grave, make the pastor lie on top of a tomb. I'm now initiating the pastor because most of these tongues you hear in Church are demonic tongues... We go to the river with a pastor, then a serpent would appear in the water... We would cut just a small cutting on the finger; the blood has to drop into the water... The more you sit under this pastor, you are being initiated...

There is nothing the Devil can do to someone who is genuinely standing with GOD...

A fake pastor uses actors, but a false prophet uses spirits... I spent years studying the darkest Luciferian secrets to become the witchdoctor that empowered prophets and pastors...

Most of these sicknesses are spirits...

Santa Muerte is a spirit of healing...

He who breaks the hedge, the serpent will bite...

Restoration is a process...

The Devil will close all money sources so that you come back to him...

A Catholic priest has permission to summon the Devil at will...

Osapican is the art of bringing out things. I would command things to appear in someone's stomach... (As told to Ezekiel Azonwu)

A new believer in JESUS is more powerful than a grandmaster warlock...

When things are wrong, don't run to people! Go on your knees and call on the CREATOR of the universe... The solution is in JESUS...

Wednesday

Testimonies by Aiko

MUNGU ni ambo [Translated from Lugbara: GOD is big]! A wise person says in his or her heart that there is a GOD... For shizzo, GOD exists and is Number 1; GOD above all... I have never seen GOD (like Moses did) nor JESUS (like the disciples did), but I have seen the Devil plus other angels in waking life plus dreamvisions, so I speculate the CREATOR exists too... I get amused when greedy, materialistic, money-hungry Prosperity Preachers put GOD and money on the same weighing scale and tell sheep to choose both, heehee! Mbu having GOD and no money is weak! Having a lot of money or wealth and no GOD is infinitely much weaker, rotten and more miserable like a carcass during drought or famine compared to limitless supply. Who got the keys to the feast? LORD GOD! In HIS anger, GOD can drown you in abundance. JESUS turned two fish into unfinishable. Poverty is just an opinion; every child of GOD is rich! In fact, comparing GOD to money (even Trillions) is a short-sighted oxymoron; money is just a number, but GOD created galaxies, planets and creatures that we have never spotted. GOD is bigger than money by far. It's blasphemy thinking about it; we must iron this flat out. Do preachers know who GOD really is that they reduce HIM to mere financial papers? Even if I have no money, but have GOD, I have more than enough coz HE is everything and created what we can see plus the invisible: The life in our essence, fresh air we breathe, Solomonic wisdom, protection from evil, sunlight we see plus rainfall that grows the plants we eat; just to mention a few things. Money ain't a thing! If you are exiled or cast away on a lonely island, then you will see that you do not need money; all you need is GOD alone. People in forests can also exist without cash because GOD provides everything there; all they do is hunt. Who answers our prayers? Definitely, the Invisible One! I'm just a grasshopper... Worship the Almighty YAH!
In Lugbara culture, the mother names her baby; whatever she chooses usually tells the story around conception. My mother named me "Ayikobua" meaning "Happiness is in Heaven" because she had lost her father (Buried at Ajara Church of Uganda on Koboko Highway) the year before my arrival.  The other name she had planned for me was actually "Abidrabo" meaning "(His) Grandfather is dead". I never met my two grandfathers and have grown up knowing that sorrow exists (Loved ones depart); we live through all the pain and absence, but wait for the Final Resurrection. There is sadness and misery on earth; we create our own Synthetic Happiness (33 percent bitter, 67 percent sweet). It's not what happens, but how you react and learn from life events. My father told me to drop the letter Y from my surname in 1990 and the consequent penname can mean "No salt", "No AI (Artificial Intelligence)" or "Catching salt"...

During Primary 7, I prayed every night for GOD to make me the Best in my class so that I could avoid the regular firing squad for academics we got warned about in P6 by dormmates ahead of us. JEHOVAH not only made me pass highly, but also provoked teachers to nominate plus cheat in elections for me to become the Headboy of Kalinabiri Primary School (Asea in P7 West had more votes than me in East; his streammate was the popular Headgirl)... I was the only pupil during my year not beaten for low marks nor deterioration; gave up all my Footballer wishes to read harder... I had Old Testament faith like Moses and King Solomon...

I got saved (Accepted JESUS into my heart) on Tuesday 2nd December 1997 while listening to Carman perform "Serve The LORD" on Lighthouse TV and embarked on reading GOD's Word for myself. After reading the entire Bible between 1997 to 9, I sat in my classroom one evening flipping through the pages endlessly hoping that GOD would show me a special verse of the day supernaturally. Suddenly, one of the left verso pages hang in the air like there was a force under it. I tried to press it down in vain, so I turned it over and the title at the top said: The Cost of Being a Disciple. You must love GOD more than your parents, family plus possessions...

While singing "Sweetest Taboo" by Bounty Killer ft. Shola Ama, released the preceding year, an invisible hand slammed my Senior 4 desk and I stopped immediately. The wind in the slam moved my classwork book pages and literally shocked me; I haven't sung that jam again since then...

When I joined Macos, a combination-mate kept calling me "daft, stupid, fake and boring". I asked GOD to make him stop, but since he continued, I asked the Devil instead to numb my conscience so that I could beat him up and even kill. The afternoon I had planned my act, a voice told my spirit: Forgive! When I reached our classroom, I told him to thank the Holy Spirit that he was still alive. I didn't need his approval, so why did he condescend me? My esteem was not based on his opinion of me; I didn't want to hear it...

After dropping out of the Fine Art class in Senior 5, I went to the Technical Drawing class and asked for placement though I didn't study TD in Ordinary Level. The teacher dismissed me saying: You cannot start climbing a tree from the stem. Teary-eyed, I walked back to my Literature classroom, sat on my desk and started writing the name GOD in all caps from that day forward; vowed to teach myself how to draw things...

In a Public Relations (PR) test one very sunny afternoon at Uganda Christian University (UCU) in Mukono, I wrote a point, but had no suitable example for my answer. So, I prayed to GOD for help and a strange unusual angelic wind blew from outside, closed the window next to the person sitted behind me and threw her bottle from the seal to under my chair. When I looked down, there was my example: Rwenzori Bottling Company; heehee...

In 2007, I was arrested after midnight and slapped with scars around my left neck plus elbow by the all-green-uniformed watchman at Shell Ben Kiwanuka. He confiscated my Reed Business Information (RBI) Job ID, ordered me to take off my shirt and sit on the slab of an unused fuel pump. Angry, I looked down and fervently asked GOD like a devout Muslim to help me. Another watchman, but dressed in all-blue suddenly came from around the corner and inquired what was going on; I explained and he took my ID from the other guy, walked to a bright light, returned, gave me back my card and with unquestionable authority told the other guy to let me go; just like that...

After getting fired from a new job on Bob Marley's birthday (2009), I prayed behind my office desk asking GOD to take me anywhere so that I could forget about the ditch I had been pushed into. Suddenly, I got a call from The Standard (UCU Newspaper) supervisor telling me to go to New Vision and meet Mr. Ras; we discussed some stuff and even met another great Ugandan artist. While returning home, there was a traffic jam on Kira Road and it gave me enough standby time to worship GOD in the taxi before sunset... Two years later, I sat exactly where Mr. Ras sits, during his one-month leave...

I used to leave home in Kyebando at 5am before sunrise, but before getting out of my room, I would say the LORD's prayer and feel a heavy spiritual presence leave my head and shoulders. I would walk out lighter and braver because GOD was my protection; witnessed so many things at dawn including motor accidents, but never had major problems besides traffic jams...

Around Twenty18, I used money so recklessly that I was left with only a 500 UGX coin. A dreamvision on Sunday morning told me to drop it in an offertory bag like the ones used by Anglican churches. I obeyed and went straight to Emmanuel Cathedral Mvara to offer my last fruits like the two-copper-coin widow in the Bible. Two days later, I got a khaki Arua Public Secondary School envelope with 500,000 UGX banknotes; not coins. That is a thousand-fold. MUNGU mbeni i'di ku [Translated from Lugbara: GOD does not lick porridge]... HE is not a mere man like us, with human limits...

Aiko (Timekeeper)...
During Twenty20, I published a book called "Dreamsurfing" showing the parallel connections between some of the things I have seen in my dreams since 1999 and reality. In Senior 3, my Classmonitor asked me to be the SMACK Timekeeper; meanwhile, I asked GOD to wake me up in time every morning in order to ring the bell on time and started seeing vivid movielike dreams; was inspired to keep a Dream Journal, not just a diary. One of the dreams included a prophecy for my Classmonitor that he would be the Best Ugandan during our UCE at the end of S4...

GOD provides; we may seem not to have much, but if we think critically, we will realize that each person has more than enough of what they need around themselves. Every disease has a remedy within the area it affects. The cure for what a housefly carries in one wing is found in the other wing of the same housefly according to the Muslim Koran. Beneath the ground we walk on are minerals worth fortunes, but we never explore. Every good thing you see was created by the LORD...

I woke up feeling heavy in my heart like Israel against Hamas because of past rebukes, belittlement, insults, mockery and bad vibes from memory. So I asked the LORD to "give my heart peace"; no need to hate nor prove anything. Suddenly, HE took me on a dreamvision trip where Arua City felt like China. When people abuse or push you down, elevate GOD above them...

One morning, I gave GOD a 15-minute ultimatum to show me a sign or I go down my own chosen way. By the third minute of waiting, HE had freaked me out with a contact name on my phonescreen, but no number. When I checked my phonebook, the name was not even there. Tokidangamu [Luganda for: Don't do that again], I told myself...

On Sunday 23rd March 2025, I bought a 4 GB memory disk from a phoneshop on Rhino Camp Road at 15K UGX and filled it with Worship (or clean Gospel) music at night. Before I could take it out and fix in my headphone player for overnight listening, I saw a small brilliant-white feather fall gingerly between me and the display monitor. Stunned, I couldn't locate it again because it disappeared almost immediately; maybe an angel wanted to disclose his presence. Nobody can worship GOD for you...
Arua is a sweet and excellent (First-Class) Business Hub at the Heart of Africa. The name meaning "Small prison" was inspired by a medium-sized rock elevation west of which Belgian colonialists built a transit point for tax defaulters and other criminals en route to Aru (Bigger prison in DR Congo). Locals thought the Weather and Radio-call station at the out-of-bounds top of the hill was the prison hence the reference; dead inmates were buried in Barifa Forest found east. In April 1914, the British raised the Union Jack flag at the summit as West Nile became part of their Uganda Protectorate four years (as agreed) after the death of lifetime owner King Leopold II of Belgium. Arua Hill has a superfly, 360-degree panorama of Lugbaraland. Strategically surrounded by Uganda, DR Congo and South Sudan, Arua is the cosmopolitan Regional City of West Nile (Northwestern UG) and a trade corridor. Inspired by the Eiffel Tower in Paris (France), the Tallest Monument in East and Central Africa during 2025 stood at Arua Hill Roundabout, next to the head-turning Arua Hill Stadium...

"A town built on a hill cannot be hidden..." - JESUS Christ (Matthew 5:14)


Small Prison (Poem by Aiko)
Welcome to Arua where GOD is great!
Happiness is the wage for sweat.
People cross River Enyau everyday.
Arua Hill has a superfly, 360-degree view of Lugbaraland
From Ayivu to Maracha, Terego, Vurra and beyond.
Meanwhile, Barifa Forest produces refreshing oxygen,
Whereas waterfalls relax and most residents are friendly;
Ori yo [No fear]!
Sweet mangoes,
Excellent honey,
First-Class weather,
Watch birds fly, from new sunups to breath-taking sunsets!
Surrounded by three different African states,
There is peace and prudence all day
Because JESUS is the Way!

The Valley of Peace
GOD is great!

JESUS is the Way.

Depression is a choice. When you empower yourself with this free-will mentality, you can pull yourself out of the depression trench that life pushes you into.

Everyone faces depressing moments; some sidestep them without effort.

There is no problem GOD cannot solve. 

Depression is prolonged sadness for at least two weeks.

Complaining about loneliness is like saying GOD's presence does not count; if HE leaves, then you die.

GOD above money.

Anyone can become depressed; it is not an achievement!

The peace of GOD surpasses all understanding.

Boredom is mild depression. You get over it by finding entertainment, drifting away.

Life is 33 percent depressing by default. Enjoy the 67 percent sweetness!

Peace is extracting calmness from sadness and pain.

Do not compare GOD to money; they are infinitely multiple levels apart!

Either you are accepted or rejected.

Uganda is so nice! (Yoweri Museveni)

Money is just a number.
Tough love ain't whoa; be kind!

What you don't have you don't need.

Depression is not a monster!

Life is hard, but GOD is harder by far.

No matter how dark nor cold the night, GOD will make the warm sun rise again.

Love back those who love you!

Forgive those who hate you!

Do not cry over spilled milk, but get up, get out and get more milk!

If others can do it, then you can too.

At the end of a mountain of pain is a valley of peace.

Sometimes you lose; live with it!

Pray, pray, pray!

Everything you need is near you.

Don't break when you're broken! (Michael Jordan)

Read books, lessons and tutorials; no shortcut!

If you put all your problems in a basket and take to the market, you will find people with bigger baskets. (Nigerian Proverb)

Oxygen, rainfall, sunshine, rivers and trees are free.

As long as you are happy within, you do not need a job to change how you feel.

GOD provides; what are you grinding so hard for?

They said I come from a poor, undeveloped, landlocked Third-World country, but what exactly do they have that we don't? Taller buildings?

Depression is in your mind, not around you; just snap out of it!

Choose what to think: When someone tells you that you are ugly, tell yourself we are all made in the same image anyway.

Instead of complaining about rainfall, collect the water!

Training never ends.

Wait! Patience pays with a bonus.

Tears wash away the pain in the heart.

Do you need three jobs in order to eat lunch that costs less than 2K UGX?

Everyone needs a spiritual Iron Dome to defend their mind from the Devil's thought missiles and temptation drone bombs.

At the Y-Corner, either you go left or right.

GOD help me! 3x
Failing one question doesn't mean you have failed the entire interview nor test.
Criticism sucks.

Bullies wear masks you can take off when you face off with them without fear.

Why do we react almost the same sensitive way to losses yet we have seen many of them before? Learn and wait for the next win!

We are all GOD's children, but HE blesses some two, five or ten times more than others.

Stumble, get up and try again! (Lionel Messi)

When life pushes you down to the bottom, keep walking like a shoe: Walkswagon, Gumbootini, Footsubishi, etc!

Ile a'duni [What do you want]? Seek first the Kingdom of GOD!


A FEW PERSONAL STORIES: 
When I was a toddler in Jinja, all the males (Father, brother, maternal uncle, paternal cousin) moved to KLA City and left me with the females; I cried so inconsolably that sitting behind our Spire Road block on a sunny morning felt like I was alone at the bottom of a very dark abyss. However, after draining out my well of tears, I got up and went to play football with the neighbours at the west block; maybe football took my mind off the pain. Separation hurts, but when you find a distraction, the pain lessens.

My beloved mother used to beat me for "poor handwriting" and I wanted to run away from home to become a streetkid. Instead, I started copying the serif font style in novels plus newspapers. Then she told me the letters were too small. I also taught myself cursive calligraphy for signing special documents like gift cards and love letters commissioned by other people. Later, I researched more fonts and people paid me to design lettering; I also signpainted.

My English Classteacher in Primary 5 would ask me to rearrange library books in their catalogues or shelves alongside two other bwats who were my good friends (I wanted to start a Boyz 2 Men-like group with them in future plus another classmate who lived across the Owen Falls Dam). One afternoon, I refused to stand infront during music rehearsals outside (Preferred the back) and the Class Monitor reported me to her. Instead of exonerating me which I expected after all my loyalty, she said I was a "hypocrite" (Well-behaved in class, but stubborn outside). Another day, she made me stand up and read words she had written on the blackboard so that the pupils behind me could laugh at my shameful torn shorts cut by our black metallic chairs. It was humbling, but forced me to learn how to sew my own clothes.

In my final term at Victoria Nile School, I got a Guineaworm infection and had to go through X-pain treatment (12 injections). I went to school in slippers for the first time because the worm was very painful at the back of my left foot. My father had written a letter to the school that he wouldn't buy me a tie because I would leave the following term, but I was whipped by the Deputy Headmaster for not owning a tie on top of my painful ongoing injection wounds.

My childhood aspiration was to become a Footballer like Romario, but because of academic canes since P4, I gave up my wishes by P7 and focussed on my books in order to avoid capital punishment, turning into an untouchable monster with the help of the GOD of David. Teachers even made me Headboy through rigged elections and told my parents that if I did not get 4 points on 4 subjects in PLE, they would take all my results during the year to UNEB for a makeshift honorary result. I saved them the hustle and even went to my first choice secondary school, very happy that I had finally jumped primary school torment.

During Senior 1 to 2, whenever I wetted my bed, I would take my mattress out for drying, but hide it under the showerspace roof so that rain does not fall on it during classtime. When showering in the evening, students would splash water on it and make it too wet for me to sleep on. Other times, the mattress would be thrown down and the water used to clean the toilets passing by the behind verandah would soak into it. I had to dry it for another day and would sleep on a blanket covering my bed springs. From Senior 3 onwards, I decided to use a macintosh sheet between the mattress and bedsheets. Some nights, I would pray to GOD to stop the problem, but instead find the bed wetter than before by morning as though a succubus spirit squirted. I didn't cuss at GOD, but accepted my situation with stoic calmness. Some schoolmates would say that people who bedwet must not pocket. Meanwhile, a girl I fancied knew that I bedwetted; how could I convince her to be my wife?

During Senior 4, the bursar called me out before a Mathematics Mock Test as a fees defaulter and walked me humiliatingly from the southern end of the administration block to the northern tip close to his office, calling out other defaulters in eight different streams. After two hours, we were allowed to go back and sit for our tests for one hour. I scored 28 percent and when results came back, the Mathematics teacher read out my score probably to mock me, but none of my streammates laughed; I will always respect them for that. I loved my Block Owners brotherhood; I actually got saved at the end of S1 because I did not want conflicts with any of them!

I usually aced English and History, but when it came to Literature (Novels) appreciation, I was mediocre which hurt a bit. One late afternoon, the teacher asked me to answer a question during her lesson and I failed it. I went back to the hostel feeling so dejected that I sat on my bed contemplating how to get better while my deckermate above took off his belt while standing on his mattress and whipped my face by accident. I soaked in the pain and vowed silently to improve in Literature. Despite getting 4 in UCE, I got C in UACE (Actually had Grade 1 in Poetry), but still needed to improve on my novels interpretation.

A condescending Senior 5 combinationmate in a new school (Makerere College) kept calling me "daft, stupid, fake and boring"; I asked GOD to make him stop, but he continued. One day, I turned behind, looked in his face and told him that if he does not stop belittling me, I would "bury" him; I prayed to the Devil to numb my conscience as I plotted to kill him. The lunchbreak I planned to go Michael Myers, a voice told me to "forgive", so I shook his hand and directed him to thank the Holy Spirit for saving his life. Words cannot kill unless you let them; I actually thought this dude was twice dafter (Didn't perform better than me in academics) and more boring than me, but never said it. Sometimes, the Devil can speak through other people; picture the serpent in the Garden of Eden or wilderness, Judas or Peter in the Bible! My consolation was that the SMACK OBs sold with me to Macos didn't treat me the way he did; none of them was in my combination, but they would come to check on me in my classroom.

One afternoon, a good-looking Geographer from next door came to our Literature classroom and told me she was apologising on behalf of her combination classmates mocking me for writing "The Devil aught to die" on our blackboard. According to them, I had misspelt the third word which should be "ought", but it was just a play on sounds like autumn, augmented, author, Australia, August, etc. They wondered why I was admitted to the Lit class; I could have even written "awt" or something else Shakespearean, but just laughed without feeling any animosity because I got a D1 in UCE English the preceding year. Then, I asked GOD to bless my guest; she was not snitching. Life is dynamic, so when people mock your mistakes even deliberately creative ones, laugh with them!

Two days before Christmas 2001, my mother told me that the first girl I loved like myself had been poisoned in Andruvu Suburb of Arua City. I last saw her during the early 90s in Jinja and had to find a way to live without her until I depart the Earth too.

My first semester on campus was characterised by a terrible bout during exam week; some people even commented that I had probably been bewitched. I got a migraine headache I had never experienced before after a week of medication like my brain was being cut with broken glasses; I could see infinity and there was a creature in outer space with numberless legs similar to Parallax in the movie Green Lantern. I wondered if the nurse who prescribed the Diclofenac drugs was a witch, but she definitely was a waragi-drinker (sent me one night to buy for her). Amazingly, in the morning, I would wake up strong enough to sit for exams, but back to bed in the evening with a fever. On my last day, I had to meet my sister in 3rd Year before leaving for Kampala, but slept by the roadside thrice before reaching her room on campus. She offered me a cup of tea that gave me more strength and I got home safely at night, by GOD's grace. Another day, I got an unprecedented boil on my head, but enjoyed the process of pressing it flat and out for some days; done by a female at the UCU Clinic anyway. Some day, I fell at my doorstep suddenly and also hit my chest on the metallic head of my bed like a spirit carried me. In my 2nd Year, a spirit told me in a sunrise dream that it was going to kill me and I suffered for some days; started by attaching itself to my chest while I returned from a final lecture around 4pm. At the UCU Clinic, I was given drugs for Gonorrhea, but my groin itched and heart pained instead. A neighbour organised a Friday overnight for his Watoto Church members and their prayers in our common room calmed down the spirit by morning; I got up to thank the males I knew from O-Level. Prayer heals sickness. Mukono is said to have the worst witchcraft; even Christian traders in the town are afraid of it.

My trousers (casual jeans and cotton gentleman pairs) plus shirts (including a yellow NABOTU [National Book Trust of Uganda] T-shirt I treasured) were stolen one night after 2am from my hostel window in Bugujju (Mukono). I had to shop for new clothes and started being more careful with leaving them out to dry while people slept.

On campus, the young babe I wanted to marry told me that "everything" I "want to give" her, she "will get from another man" after taking just one from literally hundreds of her photos without clear permission (I had asked her for a photo so that I could draw her portrait some semester behind, but she lied that she never took photos). To get her love back, I procured a custom-made T-shirt with the content she wanted at the front and back, but she rejected it. So I asked the Devil to pick for me "any girlfriend" so that I could get my 16-month crush out of my system, felt like a heartwreck: I went the wrong way on a oneway street. Detachment is as powerful as obsession. Why kill yourself just because you cannot impress a girl you want? There a many wonderful girls; just find an alternative replacement! Save yourself from problems you do not know! Three years later, she reconnected with me via an email address made for her by my rival (who said she broke his heart) and apologised telling me she cried for treating me "like a bitch" would; I had already forgiven her years behind plus moved on, but we stayed in touch. She is the one who convinced me to use WhatsApp more than Facebook after OTT was levied.
World Vision asked for 30-page job applications (Imagine how much I spent!), but I wasn't called for an interview. One day, they held a workshop near my uncle's office at MTAC Nakawa; the food packed in wide white synthetic plates and covered with polythene was extra, so they brought to us instead of leaving with it. Everyone got his own plate; it felt like they paid me back.

Another crush I loved with all my heart told me after two decades that she was not interested in my obsession and implored me to stop nagging her (Actually blocked me on Facebook); I had already vowed to love her until infinity even as a fan and followed her on TikTok plus Instagram instead which got me new social media connections too. Gain from your pain, live with the facts, not hang yourself!

After getting fired from a 400,000 UGX-per-month job on Mawanda Road near Mulago, I prayed to GOD while sitted behind my desk asking HIM to take me "anywhere" so that I could unwind the trouble in my mind. Mysteriously, my Mukono supervisor called me and said I should go and meet Mr. Ras at New Vision. So I hopped into a taxi from Mulago to town, then another to Luzira and jumped out behind the Sadolin Paints factory. I walked to my dream office since 2005 where the legendary cartoonist gave me some tips at reception alongside another artist who became a legend in Uganda's film industry. Going back home to Kyebando Kisalosalo via Kamwokya, there was a traffic jam on Kira Road after Gapco and I used that time to marvel at GOD's greatness as the sun set. The following year (2010), I sat exactly where Mr. Ras sits for only one month, after being called from Arua, drawing for Sunday Vision (The daily editorial cartoon slot was given to an Etop cartoonist in Soroti). When my stint ended, my 4th cousin asked me if I will have NSSF pension funds when am older. The question hit me so hard that I felt dark grey clouds hovering above my bedroom because the job I had been fired from two years behind actually required me to track NSSF cars plus make reports about them. Not even a pre-recorded call from President Yoweri Kaguta Museveni could lift up my spirit, though it amused me because at first I responded as though he could hear me, but then realised our conversation was oneway. I smoked a joint of Ajira (Maracha) marijuana to calm my mind. That was the last time I smoked anything and decided to focus on my small job in Mukono until I was let off mysteriously around 2015, but then called back in 2019 until the Coronavirus lockdown in March 2020. Be very careful what you wish for, you might receive it! However, even if you do not get whatever you want, make sure you want whatever you get!

I found out that a stunningly beautiful Makerere University Kampala (MUK) campus girl I was seeing was just misleading me while cheating with her future husband whom she married seven years later. It's like the Holy Spirit led me to her unknown hostel gate to confirm my worries on a hot Saturday afternoon; I almost collapsed, but gathered enough strength to greet the couple civilly. An Indian proverb taught me: When you see two lovers, do not hate, but throw flowers! Some years later into their marriage after being cheated on several times by her man (Something I thought might happen), she confessed that she regretted not sticking with me. Marriage is not a game, it's eternal; you die in your own movie. Did her cheater husband damage her heart? Her Wedding Day was probably the shortest day in my life; I didn't even attend the function, but just watched TV while relatives looked at me with sympathy. She's a diamond nonetheless (My Best Friend) though I let her go because I did not trust her.

When my beloved cousin hanged himself on Wednesday 1st September 2016, a Macos OB joked that I would be "next" because he knew a secret: My girlfriend had got another man; I didn't even tell him who my girlfriend was, but he comes from near the origins of a girl I had a very weird telepathic connection with. I decided to become a suicidologist after that revelation.

My respectable father told me one Sunday after Church that I have no "importance in society" and almost deflated me because of his facial anguish (Thought I had let him down miserably by being secretive), but I used a 10-second window to get a stool and sit down instead of collapsing. Another night, he said am "unsocial" and do not want to talk to people making me sense gloom cover my spirit world like a curse. After 83 minutes, my ex-campus heartthrob sent me a message on Facebook Social Network which edified me and lifted the darkness immediately. I hadn't spoken to my ex for three months because she was recovering from the grief of losing her own father. My father also called me "stupid" and "uneducated", but I took it in my stride because I do not remember repeating any class from nursery to uni graduation (17 straight years). He additionally complained that I was always indoors for 24 hours; is that really possible? I go out when it is necessary. My withdrawal started from my parents complaining that I left home early and returned late in the night. Now I do what I want from home.

When my mother died, a stranger bashed me by saying that it was because I did not buy her food. Did I have to announce on the rooftop everytime I brought something home? Colon cancer is not caused by lack of food. Death is a journey to a painless city 10,000 times better than the cities on this Earth combined; we will all depart as others wait for our resurrection. Death is simply longtime sleep or rest.

One morning, I woke up feeling heaviness in my heart: About 40 years of mockery, failures, disappointments, rebukes, criticisms and insults leaked through my mind dyke (or mental dam) into the heart (Subconscious). So, I prayed, "Give my heart peace, LORD!" and got spirited away into a city that looked like Arua, but felt like China. Weeks later, I discovered some of the things I had seen in my dream and just marvelled at GOD more. Dreamsurfing sidesteps heartache.
After two job interviews and a long waiting period for results, NIRA didn't pick me, so I collected free GOD-sent whiteants with gusto in June 2025.

Finally, I've been conned more than once; broken my toes during a farewell football match (A spicy female staff member even asked me if I wanted to die); slapped with skincuts on my left neck and elbow by a watchman at Shell Ben Kiwanuka Road in KLA City (Asked GOD to deal with him and something amazing happened); lost loved ones; had my job applications rejected hundreds of times (though got other gigs); seen prophetic nightmares; abused online by strangers from Uganda to Nigeria to USA; etc but realised that GOD heals with time. Suffer patiently!

The Devil must die!


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GOD is great...

Thursday

Worship GOD; JESUS is the Way!

I've never seen GOD like Moses did nor claimed to be holy (sinless and perfect), though after accepting JESUS into my heart in 1997 (Senior 1 Third Term holidays because of the new Lighthouse Television located in Naguru Suburb of Kampala), I diligently became very silent (spoke less by far without apologies) and made a noticeable effort to remain extremely quiet with fewer enemies like a deafmute; it was a personal vow of less talking. I was trying to figure out what was wrong inside me by reading the entire Bible in the last two years before the anticipated Y2K Doom's Day. This was something I had never done in my entire life despite finishing only Proverbs in P7; ignorance is not bliss, but darkness. Streammates at SMACK called me "the only person who will enter Heaven" though ironically didn't vote me as the Most Disciplined Streammate. Others called me "Aikoboobs" coz I loved naked women while a few said that one day I might snap and kill somebody (Had a lot of suppressed anger and irritation from the past) while another group labelled me Kibwetere even though I did not have any plans of mass suicide. After Y2K Doom's Day speculations failed, I lost interest in Apocalypse prophecies. Today, I believe that the day someone dies is their Armageddon. A Bornagain yearmate in a different S4 stream saw a vision of me being pushed from behind by a flying ancestral dragon of pretended holiness after I revealed to his fellowship friend and streammate that when I tried to pray fervently at the Physics Lab one day, I smelt the presence of a goat. Yes, am a sinner too like Simon the fisherman and have shackles to break but believe JESUS is the Way to Heaven; no other! I used to be very irritable, hateful, disrespectful, covetous and lustful (Wanted to start Uganda's first 24/7 hardcore Porn TV). I drink and smoke but not too addicted because of a mental choice. I've prayed to the Devil at least thrice; even cussed at GOD in 2001 while looking at the sky after the FA Cup Final though apologised immediately when I looked back down to the claywell in Kyebando Kisalosalo where we fetched water; felt like Ananias and Sapphira. I still have to resist Satan; the race isn't over: I fall short many times in feeding the hungry, giving drink to the thirsty, housing the homeless, clothing the naked, visiting the sick or prisoners and other things; GOD forgive and write my name in the Book of Life! 
Denominational Religion divides us unnecessarily: Worship GOD and believe JESUS is the Way to HIM! I was born Anglican (an inheritance from my parents and grandparents) but one Bornagain preacher warns that pulpits in the church have an Illuminati watcher (Eagle carving or image); I think I noticed one while in Jinja plus St. Stephen Church of Uganda Luzira also has it. England and Germany broke away from The Vatican in Rome, Italy to form the Protestant Movement. I only went to Church because my parents forced me (my dad would pull me on the ground from the murram football ground to bathe and prepare for Church), but wanted to play football when I grew up plus practise magic like illusionists; thought it was legit yet came from the Devil. Moses did wondrous things using power from Heaven while Egyptian wisemen used other powers; I believed in GOD above because people talked about HIM, but didn't know the Devil was called Lucifer (The Most Beautiful Angel created by YEHOVA) until after 1995. JESUS, to me, was just a fatherless dude who performed miracles but got crucified by Romans, then resurrected and went to Heaven (Courtesy of the 1979 JESUS film plus comics). I didn't know much about Apostle Paul except that he wrote many letters; his conversion didn't feature much in the children's books I read. Revelation was too much to handle: Four-faced Living Creatures, beasts, scorpion locusts and a dragon which seemed like fantasy stories. Elizabeth, the Queen of England who used to be the head of the Anglican Communion was accused by conspiracy theorists to have been involved in some secret societies that sacrifice babies. Whether true or false, only GOD knows. The first Black Anglican woman-bishop in UK named Rose Hudson-Wilkin was asked by Stephen Sachar on BBC HARDtalk during Twenty23 if homosexuality is a sin and she replied bluntly: No! Like seriously, which Bible does she read or the Devil has successfully clouded people's minds? GOD destroyed Sodom and Gomorrah because of homosexuality and it is demonised in the New Testament as "unnatural" desire. Evil is not righteousness, repentance is better than sugarcoating it. Stanley Ntagali (former Archbishop of CoU) confessed to committing adultery with a married woman; they even had a child. Only GOD can judge them, but sin is sin. Noone is holy anyway, we all need JESUS no matter which religion. Paul says men shouldn't cover their head while prophesying but bishops do while women shouldn't talk in Church, but how about read the Bible aloud or sing hymns to their Maker? Who introduced competition in offertory? Tithe is not about amount paid, but percentage. There are too many question marks. Some Anglicans desert the Church of Uganda apparently because the music is slower and less volatile than in Bornagain churches but it's still divinely inspired; I've felt Heaven before singing those ancient hymns. Every Sunday, we recite the Apostles Creed copied from the Forbidden Books (or Apocrypha) but do not read the books of Enoch nor other lost books which comprehensively expound on the Bible stories we know plus add more...

(Roman) Catholics genuflect before manmade statues of JESUS and Mary; their Bibles removed the 2nd Commandment which says: Do not bow down to graven images! They also have seven more forbidden Apocrypha books than Protestants with 66 books who rejected them because Jews never quoted them eg Bel and the Dragon is a continuation of Daniel. Nevertheless, their generosity and community activity is very noble; I loved the Comboni Mission in Jinja because of Pontious Anguyo. My Best Friend in Jinja was a Catholic and I went to a Catholic school in O-Level because I hoped to meet him again but he moved to Oceania; found me on Facebook 13 years later. After one full year in a Catholic school, I realised that what the Bible says is different from what I saw: I felt uncomfortable asking Mary or dead saints to "pray for us". Dead people know nothing happening on Earth just like Lazarus in Abraham's bosom and the rich man in Hell. Therefore, I embarked on personal research in the Good News Bible instead of waiting for selected Sunday Mass service readings. By Senior 3 after asking GOD to wake me up in time on becoming Timekeeper, I began recording my dreamvisions because they seemed like movies of things that had not yet happened. GOD speaks through dreams. Catholic Catechism teaches that members gather on Sundays because it is the Day of Christ's Resurrection; the Early Church used to collect gifts on Sunday. Sunday worship was started by Roman emperor Constantine in honour of the Sun god. Protestants followed that tradition though broke away from the Vatican Church like 1st Corinthians 11:17-34. Catholic leaders who vow to remain celibate forever do not support contraceptives though some use them; others have been accused of sodomy. Refusing marriage is a huge sacrifice as you battle nature but for GOD's service, it's a noble choice...

Seventh Day Adventists gather on Saturdays for prayer. It's the Jewish day of worship in the Bible too though some teachings claim the Sabbath should be determined by the phases of the moon and falls on any day including some Tuesdays, Wednesdays, etc. The Branch Davidian Waco (Texas) Doomsday cult worshipped on Saturdays and had strict rules against movies, dancing, cosmetics, etc...

Orthodox Christians especially in USSR (Greater Russia) and Ethiopia have over 81 Bible books (including the Forbidden Lost ones which tell unbelievable stories like a lion asked Paul to baptise it, etc). They also celebrate Christmas on my birthday (7th January) making it the 12th day of the JESUS Festival for me. Genesis 5:24 tells us that Enoch walked faithfully with GOD; then he was no more, because GOD took him away. But why are his three books rejected from the Bible by other Christians? Even Jude 1:14-15 quotes 1st Enoch 1:9 clearly. Enoch graphically explains the Nephilim giants introduced briefly in Genesis 6...

JEHOVAH's Witnesses publish Awake and Watchtower magazines that socialised me about Christianity in my pre-teens but claim Hell does not exist. To them, JESUS was crucified on a pole, not a cross. I did not attend any of their sessions until after campus (thanks to Walter Geria) but the music is heavenly. I may question some doctrines, but have less problems with the singing. The Kafeero Family who were neighbours to my parents in Kyebando Kisalosalo used to share magazines with us...

Most Muslims do not believe that JESUS was crucified nor died (similar to the Apocrypha Gospel of Peter plus Basilides) yet the Koran shows HIM talking about the day HE would die and be raised up to life (19:33 [Mary]) plus was taken up by GOD to a high place; mainly Ahmadiya Muslims accept that the Son of Mary died. Women cover their booty honourably without feeling enslaved which is one of the things I admired about Islam. Men are allowed to marry two, three or four wives, that is if they can treat all justly which is not very easy nor feasible. I admire the way Muslims bow down in worship and pray; their short daily prayer sounds like the Arabic version of the LORD's Prayer (said 17 times in five different intervals). I became Muslim on Sunday 1st October 2002 and went to the mosque a few times but couldn't continue with the frequent wudu (washing ritual). Muslims gather on Fridays and are also waiting for JESUS to return. Muslim humour: Can GOD die? No! Did JESUS die? No! So, is JESUS GOD? No! Heehee...

Pentecostal or Bornagain (Savedee) Churches are accused of preaching a grace message like cults or a Church mafia (that uses prophetic witchcraft) eg Augustine Yiga, Apostle Grace Lubega who broke away from a Holy Spirit-filled Church to start Phaneroo, Prophet Elvis Mbonye, etc (Once saved, always saved!) This frees some congregants to sin as they feel; promiscuity is rife like it's communion, though unholy. Women including married ones go to Church half-naked like Devil-worshippers or face-painter Jezebel (with boobs and thighs exposed) forgetting that their bodies are the temple of GOD not fetish for horny men or potential husbands. The rock-concert-style music touches the soul though, more than disco and slow traditional hymns. Prosperity preachers or pastors and prophets like Alph Lukau in South Africa attract many followers. They are like motivational speakers. What do people want? Good health and wealth (success, jobs, money, assets, marriage, children, etc); that's it. Bornagains support the idea that JESUS is GOD using Bible references, but my conviction as a kid was that JESUS prayed to YHWH and HE spoke back, which meant there was SOMEONE else upstairs. Even the statement "GOD is three-in-one" sounded idolatrous to me but I tagged along though no one knows when JESUS will return except the FATHER. JESUS may be the exact image of GOD, but I prefer to believe GOD's hair is whiter...

Mormons or the Church of JESUS Christ for Latter Day Saints have their own Bible set in America where whipping sinners is allowed. Dead people are believed to communicate as spirits with their loved ones still on Earth which is close to necromancy...

Bahai Temple accommodates various religions, it's like a melting pot for everybody but some of the spirits I felt there were quite unsettling. I used to chill a lot in their gardens; the first time I entered the hollow temple, I almost fainted from the magnitude of the dome which seems like Persian architecture; a spirit literally passed through me. Women who smoke emindi and men from Saturday nightclubs go to Bahai too for prayers and a director standing behind me one day mysteriously told me not to kill a long black snake I sensed under the leaves beneath my hanging feet. He disclosed that he talks to it; I threw the thin stick my spirit had led me to use to check the leaves and walked back home immediately. The Ugandan Army uses that hill too to keep watch. I loved the conference hall meetings near their offices, library and gravesite on Sundays. One weekday, I was served food while revising their main book after a dream where someone gave me food...

African traditional societies had their own beliefs before Christianity and Islam arrived. In Lugbara religion, the Creator is called ADRO but has a good and bad part. Some Lugbara clans worship other gods like Rembeyi in Terego. Others make stone altars under the ero [food granary] where they sacrifice animal blood and parts to ancestral spirits, literally demons. There is witchcraft in the Lugbara heart and it's called Ole. Black religions have been written off as animist but when I read Leviticus, it feels like Hebrew rituals. What knocks me off in local beliefs is the blood part, but the cultures never stop even with the knowledge about JESUS sacrificing HIMSELF for all of us...

Judaisers still sacrifice animals as they wait for their Messiah. They can be found in Africa too. For me, the death of JESUS is Yom Kippur (Day of Atonement like Leviticus 16) because the veil or curtain of the Temple was torn (Matthew 27:51). Judaism and Christianity are divided by the rejection versus acceptance of JESUS as the Promised Prophet...

Rastafarians believe Ethiopian Emperor Haile Selassie is the Lion of the tribe of Judah and features a lot in reggae iconography; the book Kebra Nagast shows the link between King Solomon and Queen Sheba who had a son together called Menelik... 

Oriental religions like Taoism, Buddhism, to mention only two, follow honourable values and truths like forgiveness, charity, meditation, etc. Some books claim that before JESUS started his ministry at 30 years, he lived in Tibet, China and learnt some of their spirituality. I once saw a vision of a young, chubby JESUS wearing a golden-blackish Chinese hat with the power to shrink into a plant. Whether he did it or not when attacked by religious people, only GOD can reveal the secret...

Hinduism has multiple gods. You find Indian shops in Arua with a small wall-hanged box where there is a statue that is honoured. It cannot talk nor move but is considered mighty. Even the people who venerate the idols are bigger plus more resourceful than their handmade gods. Funny how those small gods can be destroyed by fire or an earthquake...

Astrologers like the 3 Wise Men from the East who brought gifts to Baby JESUS study the stars and Zodiac to foretell the future but it's a forbidden activity...

Baptist Christianity is Western or American, I guess. They construct distinct churchitecture like Mormons who also originate from America. Baptist Mission has a presence in the Pearl of Africa, even as far as Arua (Northwestern UG)...

Universal Church of the Kingdom of GOD (UCKG) from Brazil seems pretty okay (JESUS Christ is the Lord!) but some members complain about the Campaign of Israel whereby instead of 10 percent, the congregation is told to offer 100 percent of their earnings on the altar...

Future Enemies are fake pastors and fake churches...

Search for the one true GOD through JESUS, the only Way; no other! Things that make me believe in GOD include: Tithe multiplication (gave 500 UGX which was all I had left and put the coin into an Anglican offertory bag as directed by a Sunday sunrise dream in Twenty18 and got 500,000 UGX two days later in a brown Arua Public Secondary School envelope); angels; miracles; sin punishments (knocks for wicked thoughts, random cuts for masturbation plus broken bones for theft); every face looks different; healing; plants growing; new births whether calf or human baby; free food; rainfall; deliverance from Evil or dangers like snakes; sunshine everyday; prophetic dreams eg who might call and what they might say, text or visit; seeing vivid dreams after heavy emotions (like anger, hatred or lust) in the heart; planets; saw the Devil walking barefoot on Buganda Road (in Kampala); etc...

The disciples were called Christians first at Antioch (Acts 11:26). People give up serving GOD because of the "faults of the denominations" but we are all sinners...

JESUS died for everybody: Jews, Christians, Muslims, Buddhists, Taoists, Pagans, Satanists, etc...

JEGE JEGE FESTIVAL (NYEGE NYEGE FOR JESUS)
GOD forms, Satan deforms, but JESUS reforms. I do not know anyone who doesn't like music; even Muslims have their matali. Preferences in genre may vary like kadongo kamu and others, however it's all music. Sometimes, you might watch a muvi and wonder if the creators were spying on your life plus used it as a reference. Music mirrors life, but can't certain things be relegated and GOD lifted higher than them? In Paradise after Judgement Day, the music there will only worship and praise GOD. Lucifer was in charge of worship music in Heaven because he needed no backup nor instruments, but fell with his prowess intact; as a newly Saved believer, I used to wonder if Hillsong Church Australia's Darlene Zschech could replace him as the worship leader because of her soulmoving songs. Every believer should sing because GOD gave us voices even if we cannot play certain instruments. Nevertheless, I guess the other angels can also sing very well just like the ones announcing the birth of JESUS to shepherds (Luke 2:13-14). Secular music is any sound that does not glorify GOD, but magnifies worldly experiences like love, romance, sex, money, wealth, success, happiness, show business, cheating and so on. A lot of secular music is fairly clean, but vulgarity (using words like: F*ck, "private parts", sh*t, etc), violence, pride, dirty lyrics and blasphemy are what contaminate certain songs; they need editing. Anyone who says, "You fool!" will be in danger of the fire of Hell (Matthew 5:22).

The Holy Bible book Song of Songs is my biggest reason for cherishing love songs. Besides, marriage or matrimony is holy and music celebrates it. Some artistes actually sing about JESUS plus relationships eg Dionne Warwick. One morning, I sat on my bed listening to a new radio station testing its signal in Arua. It played song after song (No talking!) and I started wishing Fille Mutoni who had done "Bye Bye Ex" would do a positive love collabo with Allan Toniks instead of composing songs about her painful relationship experiences. Immediately my line of thought ended, a new song ("Falling") which I had never known before started playing, amazingly performed by the very same two. The moment was so surreal that I messaged both of them about it. 

It's not easy giving up all secular music, but the clearly devilish ones like "That's What I Want" by Lil Nas X (showing two men having doggystyle sex), witchcraft influences eg Azealia Banks or suicide promos from performers like Slipknot are definitely worth trashing. Some music videos can actually be categorised as soft pornography; singers, dancers or actors dress scantily and cause a sensual stir within viewers because of nakedness. Adele (British singer) covers herself well but her music is massive; MC Lyte (American rapper) also wanted to portray that image by wearing pants while her colleagues showed a lot of flesh. Even if Sheebah sang in a hijab or omwenda, her lyrics would still sound solid to me though she always defends her dress code as work. Maybe when she's older, she might change her perspective though I won't judge her coz she's lovely. In 2nd Samuel 6:14-23, David danced before the LORD with all his might until he was half-naked; his wife Michal had no children to the day of her death after criticising him. When women snog each other on TV, are they casting spells of lesbianism and homosexuality (LGBTQI+)? GOD knows. A Lugbara musician once said in an interview that who needs a man yet you can satisfy yourself fully with your own fingers; she was having issues in her relationships. Many people look up to her and when she said something unclean, it did not make it right just because she's a superstar. Masturbation is evil; Straight Talk Newspaper taught me in 1997 that it wasn't evil but along the way, I discovered they were totally wrong even though Cosmopolitan Magazine described the best ways to do it. It's wicked just like Onan spilling his semen on the ground in Genesis 38:9; GOD put him to death like his brother Er. Meanwhile, some musicians glorify fornication, alcohol, smoking, magic, witchcraft, orgies, multiple lovers plus snatching other people's mates (Funnily, their mates also get snatched from them). If Lucifer can convince 33 percent of angels to follow him, then how about us, mere humans? We have to be very careful about music, his superpower. In future, the agenda might become: Homosexuality is not a sin; The Bible is a lie; JESUS is not coming back; The Devil is your father; Prostitution is a job; Abortion is your body and choice; etc.

All my life, I've only spent one year in a Church choir but ironically, it was in a denomination different from the one I was brought up in; I quit without apologies (in 1997) because I had my own reservations about certain prayers (to Mary and dead saints like necromancy). I had sung in the alto voice and learnt how to read musical notations that helped me play my toy piano. The first song I wrote was a Ugandan Reply to "Leave (Get Out)" by JoJo in Twenty10.

I accepted JESUS into my heart at the end of 1997 after listening to "Serve The LORD" by Carman from his Absolute Best (1993) album. Even though I went to Church (both Anglican and Catholic) and read JEHOVAH's Witnesses publications, my beliefs were Old Testament (Noah, Moses, David, Solomon-type of way) and somehow blurred; I didn't know Saint Paul well because his story was not emphasized, only portions of his letters. Music can change lives.

There are some soulmoving songs I adore like "Hallelujah" by Taya Smith; "Heilig, Heilig" by Outbreakband; "So Sweet To Trust In JESUS" by various artistes; "Flood" by Jars Of Clay; "I'm Blessed" by Katalina Mezu; "Sinza" by Coopy Bly; "Ale MUNGU Ni" by D2G (Dedicated 2 GOD); "Panadolu" by Gospel Armour; etc and feel goosepimples or teary-eyed because they strike chords within me better than yoga meditation or kabbalah plus make me want to raise my hands up and praise GOD; those ones make it to my own personal ChurchTV list. Imagine a four-day JESUS Festival around Easter or Christmas where a coefficient of those lists from every attendee is played nonstop! Wouldn't it be more fun than dirty vibes inspired by lust, hatred and other vile things? Are there Nyege Nyege alternatives that exclusively play Gospel music. The Collective UG, Proclaim Uganda, etc can be foundation beacons.

When more musicians eg Sylver Kyagulanyi, the beautiful Chidinma (Nigerian), Gabie Ntaate, Desire Luzinda (whom I described on Twitter as having the Best Hips in East Africa alongside Tanzania's Ray C) leave the secular world to sing for GOD, that's more colour added to the better picture: There is something greater on the holy side. Either you go left or right! You have to pick a side because the HereAfter is segregative. Sometimes I wish the lowest bouquet of GOtv had Trace Gospel included instead of Trace Mziki. We need to use our talents to magnify GOD who gifted them to us in the first place, not wicked projects. Kanye West seemed to be turning a new leaf with the JESUS Is King album, but then got into other controversial issues along the way. GOD help all of us!

During Senior 4 (in Y2K), I sat in the 2nd last row of the Eastmost column. While revising my classwork books alone one early evening, I sang the song "Sweetest Taboo" by Glamma Kid featuring Shola Ama; it had just come out the preceding year (1999). Suddenly, an invisible hand (like the one that wrote on the wall in the book of Daniel) slammed my table and I stopped singing immediately plus froze briefly with fear. There was a clear sound like someone banging his hand on top of wood, but what made hair stand on the back of my head (or removed hair from my head) was that I saw the pages on my book move a bit caused by the wind from the unseen hand. Ever since that day, I never sang that song again. I later confirmed that my beloved Sade sang it first in 1985 when I was 1 year old. Some songs might actually be forbidden for Bornagains or Savedees.

Growing up, I adored Michael Jackson's music simply because I did not know he had a pact with the Angel of Death, but a time came when I gave up all of it and remained with only "Stranger In Moscow" (1997 song) as my best from him because of empathy: I could feel his pain and the beats of the masterpiece got me through some moments of rejection in my own life.

When Mowzey Radio was still alive, his music ruled Arua airwaves and spaces. At night, the story was not different but that's the time I could sense the presence of a dark cloud hovering above our Lugbara locality. After his death, his music literally went into limbo and the cloud vanished.

The first time I watched the music video for "Kipepeo" by Jose Chameleone, I felt something repulsive. It's like the images had a power I couldn't connect with though I liked other songs by Mr. Joseph Mayanja like Dolothea, Basima Ogenze, Mateeka, etc. When Allan Kasirye (former Devil worshipper) revealed that Kipepeo was the Devil's anthem, I understood why I always felt the way I did. I have seen mainstream artistes I adore doing crazy, unspeakable things and heard songs in my dreams before they were released, from Eminem ("Love The Way You Lie") to J. Lo to Chameleone ("Baliwa"). Sometimes, I did not know how to interprete what I saw but I pray GOD forgives and redeems their souls. Allan also revealed that ragga music (hiphop, rock, techno, etc) casts spells while reggae like Bob Marley, Lucky Dube, Maddox, etc worships or glorifies the Devil.

What is the Devil's music? I used to wonder if it was rock. A computer repairman in Arua who enjoys ziki as self-motivation at his shop told me that there's nothing like the Devil's music plus the Devil doesn't exist, but I saw him walking on Buganda Road after campus while I looked for a 2nd job near one of his city altars and fellowshipped anew at a church written off as one of his own though didn't know yet. I heard the main pastor confess in one of his lunchhour fellowships after moving from Cineplex to opposite Yamaha Centre that he practised witchcraft in the past and knows a lot about kawuula omugwagwa [reprobate spirits]. Was I really safe? Capital FM used to play the Devil's music and it was my favourite station for over a decade even though they repeated the same songs every hour with staff like DJ Shadow (Roger Mugisha, a former Devil worshipper), Alex Ndawula, etc. Up to Twenty23, they still play that music though added bits of inspirational Gospel especially on Sundays. My first wet dream at age 17 was actually Toni Braxton (musician); saw other musicians later as if Kawuula masquerading. What happened to the Legion demons after they were cast into multiple pigs that drowned (Mark 5:1-13)? Did they become waterspirits or mermaids also? It's weird that the angels who admired and impregnanted the daughters of men were 200 led by Shamjaza or Samyaza. Niccolo Paganini was so gifted as a violinist (played 12 notes in a second) that Italians spread rumours he had made a deal with the Devil.

Some of the electronic music played during the Nyege Nyege Festival at my birthplace (Jinja) is so high quality that you wonder where it originates from, whether the Devil or GOD-inspired. Evil altars promote uncleanness (alcoholism, fornication, prostitution, nudity, obscenity, witchcraft, sorcery [spiritual adultery], etc) but sanctified places worship the Most Holy. Culturally, Nyege Nyege is a huge melting pot for people from all continents, but I wish a GOD-centred Okuza [Lugbara for: Gathering] or Jege Jege Festival was more colourful. GOD is not fake and boring!

Music is spiritual...

You Are About To Meet The Devil (2024 Book)
Aniako ayikoni ku [Lugbara 4: Ignorance is not bliss]! How come we go through the motions of life (temptations, disappointments, lack, rejection, hardships, curses, accidents, losses, sickness, poverty, grief, etc) for at most 120 years without finding out why? Third-eye Blindness (Spiritual myopia) is very risky; dreams are a viewfinder window into the spirit realm and we must pay attention. I was born in Jinja on Saturday 7th January 1984 and the only Church I can remember going to before vacating Busoga in 1995 was St. Andrew's (not very far from the lake); it's Anglican. Within Kampala, my parents took me to another St. Andrew's in Bukoto and St. Francis Chapel (Makerere University); they are also Anglican churches. I was baptised and confirmed in Anglican churches (Bugaddu and Ntinda respectively), so basically am Anglican by mechanical tradition but deep down inside, all I wanted to do was play football and practise Abracadabra magic in the early 90s. Even at Sunday School, I waited quietly for all the talking to end so that I could kick a ball with the rest of the boys. I saw Moses doing fantastic exploits in Bible comics but was inspired more by the reallife magicians who entertained us in the Victoria Nile School main hall. I thought I could get that kind of power somewhere on a Lake Victoria island in the horizon. I believed in one GOD above (Saw JESUS pray to HIM in His 1979 film) and knew about the red devil plus black demons because of illustrations, but didn't know that Satan was the one who traded magic power for your soul; life is spiritual. I even thought Hell was at Namugongo in the capital city Kampala after seeing drawings of the Uganda Martyrs on postage stamps; you carry your own firewood. I always avoided ritualistic witchdoctors who sacrifice blood or Hindu temples, but magic (sorcery using demons) and witchcraft are technically very similar. I loved all secular entertainment (movies, music, TV, etc) and would try to astral project in my bed at night. Some people labelled me "demon-possessed, cursed, going to Hell". I bedwetted for a very long time despite praying for help. Some nights, the harder I prayed, the more the wetness as though a water spirit like an Invisible Girlfriend was involved. If it was a bedwetting curse, then I could not break it completely, so I started using a macintosh sheet and waterproof mat instead to curb random mattress-wetting.
One third of the angels fell with Lucifer and were sent to Hell (2nd Peter 2:4), called Tartarus in Greek. About 200 watchers or sons of GOD went to the daughters of humans and had Nephilim children by them (Genesis 6:4). When these giants died during Noah's flood, their spirits remained roaming around the Earth and are the evil, unclean demon spirits cast out of people today. The women of the angels who went astray became sirens (1st Enoch 19:2). Sirens are the mermaids, marine spirits, kawula and misambwa we hear about like Yemoja (goddess in Yoruba religion, also called Yemaya in Afro-Carribean Santeria religion); they were cursed by GOD to become water spirits of lust that tempt men to fornicate. On Musambwa Island, women are not allowed to spend a night and men stay there with snakes. Ugandans talk about mermaids walking near Lake Victoria; there was also a rumour in the 90s of a red merman near a primary school in our Spire Road hood (Jinja), but I never investigated. Dagon was the fish-god  of the Philistines (Judges 16:23 and 1st Samuel 5:1-12); lower part like fish while hands and head like a man. A succubus (spirit wife) like Lilith, meanwhile, is a demon that takes the form of a seductive woman in order to have intercourse with a man in his dream whereas an incubus sleeps with a woman in her dream.
Despite attending church because my parents forced then encouraged me to, there was a lot I did not know in the Bible (Selected verses during Sunday service or in various publications were not enough to educate me about all spiritual reality). The music performed in Anglican services used to seem less energetic than that in Pentecostal settings, but today, when my spirit is right, ancient hymns sound golden and just as sweet. Dynamic Anglican choirs even borrow songs from other churches, no matter the affiliation. I admired how Muslims bowed down in prayer plus their females covered themselves respectably very well but wondered why Christians were different and divided into denominations (I was even skeptical about Robert Kayanja whose ministry gathered at the end of our Spire Road street). As a kid, I wanted to start Uganda's first 24/7 Porn TV station, whether mainstream or hidden as a cable network. It didn't occur to me that porn was wicked; pornstars actually commit fornication and adultery infront of camera in the name of acting. Porn inspires passion (lust) among viewers which results in defilement or rape, sexual assault, vulgarity, bestiality, masturbation plus homosexuality which are all forbidden acts. Marriage is the only holy arrangement for sex. It's better for the unmarried and widows who cannot control themselves to marry than to burn with passion (1st Corinthians 7:9). Unfortunately, people are forced to believe that you must first get a degree and job before marrying and end up fornicating, prostituting and commiting other unclean acts. I first slept naked in a girl's bed at around 7 years old (Primary 2), started watching porn in the first half of the 90s, was masturbating by 13, saw my first wet dream at 17 (Toni Braxton in a lime-green minidress) and sexually assaulted girls. Temptations from Satan always come, but you must will yourself out of them or else sin. Behavioural change and purity are part of salvation. Through the years, I also found raw mairungi unhealthy, beer bland, sherries like V&A expensive though sweet, plus waragi and vodka dangerously acidic, so addiction to drinking never really controlled me; cigarettes were sour and I cannot risk my lungs, but supported medical marijuana in tea. Addiction is a choice; mine was porn. I always fought it, but would return, then quit again repeatedly. Before 2013, I even argued that I will never quit completely because it is everywhere (unless I throw away my eyes like Matthew 5:29): People dress half naked even in church and other public places (Doing Satan's seduction work unwittingly). Porn creators are sent to Hell according to a South Korean artist who saw and painted her visions in 2009; found her video in 2017 after a personal dreamvision about Hell.
One sunny morning in Kyebando Kisalosalo (Kampala City) before I became a teenager, I stood infront of a switched-off black & white Tactics television set (given to my mother by her sister) and summoned "the Most Beautiful Angel GOD made". I called out audibly, "Lucifer, Lucifer, Lucifer! Come to me!" My 3rd sister out of 5 (Chandiru) heard and she walked into the sitting room to tell me that "Lucifer is another name for Satan"; I didn't know that fact and got instant goosepimples. I looked down at my left arm and it was literred with horror dots on my skin showing my inner terror.
In 1997, I was admitted into a Roman Catholic school and joined the chapel choir where the master conductor, an Advanced Level student who was also the trainer placed me in alto voice, 3rd of 4 between tenor and bass. It was my first time in a weekly choir and learnt musical notations. We would practise after night prep and Sunday service was a gem but everytime there was an outing for the choir, I fell sick so I never attended any including a trip to State House Nakasero during the holidays. Our CRE teacher told us to genuflect before the statues and I found the 2nd Commandment missing in the Catholic Bible; the 10th Commandment is split in two with "Do not covet your neighbour's wife" forming the 9th. Did GOD give the Church the power to remove a commandment? How about changing Sabbath from Saturday to Sunday? Why don't Catholic priests get married? The Jesuits (a Catholic sect) usually had blackmolded, ominous-looking statues. With all these contradictions racing through my mind [plus the inability to tame my disrespectful tongue (like James 3); lust for porn (which led to masturbation); lying mouth; laziness; hypocrisy; proud countenance; anger in the belly (irritability); greed and hate in the heart that I believe kept me skinny-framed (from Ana in the late 80s to enemies in the 90s)], I decided to turn over a completely brand-new leaf. I felt rotten inside and a classmate told me I got saved from vulgar language which I learnt in American songs. Carman's music video for the song "Serve The LORD" playing on the new roughly five-month-old Lighthouse TV in Kampala convicted me of my unholiness and I gave my heart to JESUS Christ on the night of Tuesday 2nd December 1997. I quit the Roman Catholic choir (with its songs for Mary plus prayers to the Queen of Heaven as well as dead saints like necromancy) and vowed to remain silent until I had read the entire Bible because I felt hell-bound. Before that, the only Bible book I had ever read from Chapter 1 to the end was Proverbs in Primary 7. There was a lot I was ignorant about; even discovered forbidden books in the Jerusalem Bible, not found in the 66-book Anglican bibles I had seen. Some people say that new Bornagains should start with the book of Romans, but for me, what I needed was Acts of the Apostles because I did not know much about St. Paul's life. He is the perfect example of conversion, reformation or renewal. Even though he is the one who wrote Romans, his life story is a clearcut testimony of change. A drama film entitled "Paul" by Trinity Broadcasting Network (TBN) did a very good job to relay his legacy. As a quiet person, some of my schoolmates regarded me a "holy" person since I tried to live at peace with everybody, but I knew the personal battles I had to fight in order to transform my tongue and mind. In your anger, do not sin: Do not let the sun go down while you are still angry, and do not give the Devil a stronghold (Ephesians 4:26). During Y2K, I smelt the presence of a goat one day while praying fervently near the Physics Lab and told a yearmate in a different stream who told another in his class. The other brother (Raymond Rwabita) saw a vision about my condition after fasting and a voice-usurping "ancestral dragon of pretended holiness" was cast out of me on a selected Friday night by a gang of Bornagains behind the SMACK Memorial Library. Later, I was baptised in the Holy Spirit by Peter Lukaaga who operated the My Keys canteen. 
Criticism, rebuke, spite, belittlement, contempt, mockery and other negative confrontations swarm the heart with resentment or hatred like locusts. The second time I prayed to the Devil was knowingly in 2001. Since I was in a crucible (fiery furnace) of ridicule, I offered the Devil my soul (Was willing to burn in Hell, GOD forgive me) and asked him to numb my conscience so that I could kill a classmate in my new Advanced Level school who kept calling me "daft, stupid, fake and boring". However, the Holy Spirit convinced me to "forgive". Earlier, I had asked GOD to quieten the thorny Musoga belittling me in vain. He wrote down for me three topics to talk about whenever we met; how condescending! Talking about Women, Arsenal and Computers will not take anyone to Heaven; JESUS is the Way! We all get bored, but complaining about it is primitive in the dotcom age. When tired, rest! When hungry, eat, not agonise about it! We all feel hunger everyday. Imagine everyone complained about it instead of feeding their mouth. A classmate gave me a Mormon Bible as a gift with my baptism name written inside and I felt it had a different spiritual presence around it. It was stolen during my 3rd Year at campus. At Makerere College School (2001-2), I was called a Devil worshipper because I knew "the Devil's things". Some people even thought I sneaked out to go dancing in a disco at night, but only left school to watch Arsenal matches, buy medicine or some other requirements; I was never caught, not even once. During my final term at Macos, I spent less time in my classroom during daytime and skipped all internal tests but was never punished for it. I think GOD's grace was on me. On Sunday 1st October 2002 (Kolo Toure's debut for Arsenal), I uttered the Shahada and became a Muslim, but was disturbed to feel spirits in the small room designated as a prayer room in our hostel. Despite fasting during Ramadan that started in November, I did not make it to Makerere University on Government scholarship which is one of my biggest regrets in this life.
The third time I prayed to the Devil was after I started growing apart in 2005 with the campus classmate I wanted to marry. For 16 steady months, I had pursued a Mukonzo for wedlock in vain. The separation started within a week after I went to Miracle Centre Cathedral (Rubaga) for a Friday overnight yet my connection with her used to be promisingly cool. Friends called her my wife, but something feverish came over me the next Thursday night like Venom (character) and we started separating. Then, I asked the Devil to choose for me any other girlfriend so that I can forget about my fading heartthrob who didn't want anything from me after I borrowed a photo from her (without concrete permission). Like Wolverine, I had to remove the parasite of love in my heart making me obsessed about her. I used to admire the Devil's unapologetic rebelliousness and made a decision to detach myself from this girl. Why do people commit suicide after rejection by people they love? It's because they think there is no alternative fallback nor escape plan: Detachment is as powerful as obsession. After three years of going my own way, the Rwenzori Babe came back to me via Yahoo Messenger and apologised for "acting like a bitch", her own words. I told her I forgave her a long time ago and stayed in touch. She's the one who later convinced me that WhatsApp is more enticing than Facebook.
After my final exam at UCU Mukono (April 2006), I moved back to Kampala where I resided during holidays to work for my uncle in a shared-room at Daisy's Arcade. One lunchtime, I went to Cineplex Cinema on Wilson Road (Kampala) to submit my job application inspired by a dreamvision I saw while in Bugujju (Mukono). I noticed a pentecostal fellowship going on in the videoroom and entered to attend; I later learnt that it was for Life Resurrection Church in Nsambya Avemaria. I thought I would hurt nobody by joining the service even if nearby at DV8, there was actually an altar for the Devil (alongside many others including at Sabrina's Pub, the Pork Joint opposite UMA Showgrounds Lugogo, some casinos, Michelangelo School Kisubi, etc). Even though I admired the Luganda music and energetic preaching by the main pastor, I felt uncomfortable whenever he told people with 10,000 UGX and more as tithe or offertory to run first and fast to receive oil anointing from his hand before the rest of us with less. The olive oil even smelt weird; the main pastor once confessed that he used to practise witchcraft but was now bornagain. He even called his church a business and I brushed all the redflags aside but one morning with a 5K greennote for the fellowship in my pocket, I disembarked from a taxi at Shell Kampala Road and walked up towards the Central Police Station Junction. When I cut right onto Buganda Road, I vividly heard a voice whisper in my right ear: You are about to meet the Devil! That road is ever busy with hawkers, lawyers, customs agents, policemen and other people, but on that particular sunrise (like 6:66AM), I saw nobody else except a strange man walking from near Hotel Triangle towards me. It was as if I had been transported into another zone or dimension (like 6D). When the barefooted, pale to reddish-brown man clad in a clean white T-shirt and blood-red gentleman cotton trousers (My favourite fashion because of simplicity) got closer to me, he grinned but I cut right through parked cars to the opposite sidewalk. The Devil looked like a 30-something, well-nourished, goodlooking man who can be your blesser or sugardaddy even though he had no footwear nor anything in his hands (Picture a Brown Congolese with red eraka soil smeared on his skin). Maybe he wanted to make a deal with me (and GOD warned me in advance) or was he trying to harvest my soul since I fellowshipped in a church he allegedly sponsored? Grace Kashemeire in her testimony which I found the following decade lists Sembera as one of the false pastors deceiving people that they are serving GOD yet serve the Devil. She added that TS can turn into a frog, eats people as omusezi and sacrificed his son by hitting him with a car as commanded by Satan; only GOD can judge him but I decided to stop attending the fellowships and break free from his altar though watched Life TV programs. People cannot see that their pastors are false because they make them obsessed; your relationship with the pastor is bigger than the connection to JESUS. Pastors are seen as Mr. Right even when they speak rubbish. Driving a good car or having many church members is not a guarantee that your pastor is not your enemy. Job was so righteous that he caught the Devil's attention (Job 1:6-22). Blessed are those who persevere! You have heard of Job's perseverance and have seen what the LORD finally brought about. The LORD is full of mercy and compassion (James 5:11). Satan asked to sift Simon and all his brothers as wheat (Luke 22:31-32). Are there any hardships you are going through? They might be tests, examinations or trials from Satan. Endure hardship as discipline (Hebrews 12:7). Then JESUS was led by the Spirit into the wilderness to be tempted by the Devil. After fasting for 40 days and nights, He was hungry. The tempter came to Him and said: If you are the Son of GOD, tell these stones to become bread (Matthew 4:1-3). Again, the Devil took him to a very high mountain and showed him all the kingdoms of the world and their splendour. "All this I will give you," he said, "if you will bow down and worship me." JESUS said to him, "Away from me, Satan! For it is written: Worship the LORD your GOD, and serve HIM only." Then the Devil left Him and angels came and attended Him (Verse 8-11). Twice, I had failed before to remain loyal to GOD when criticised endlessly by a classmate and rejected by a babe I adored, but was never going to turn to Satan for money after campus because I believe GOD is more valuable, let alone superloaded (HE created everything anyway and if HE doesn't chop some for me, it's HIS respected decision). According to Jonathan Philip Timmons, "Money is the Lowest Form of Prosperity; the Highest Form of Prosperity is to be in the presence of GOD." What does it profit a man to gain the whole world but lose his soul (Mark 8:34-38)? GOD is wealth.
Some people think Satan does not exist but he comes to Earth (One former Devil worshipper said that he clubs on Saturdays while Joseph Nsubuga who was inspired by Erica Mukisa Kimani's testimony revealed that the Ancient Serpent can shapeshift into a man and speak sweet, convincing words). Satan transfigures himself into an angel of light (2nd Corinthians 11:14). Woe to the earth and sea, because the Devil has gone down to you! He is filled with fury, because he knows that his time is short (Revelation 12:12). How you have fallen from Heaven, O Lucifer (morning star), son of the dawn! You have been cast down to Earth... (Isaiah 14:12). Be alert and of sober mind! Your enemy the Devil prowls around like a roaring lion looking for someone to devour. Resist him, standing firm in the faith, because you know that the family of believers throughout the world is undergoing the same kind of sufferings (1st Peter 5:8-9). Submit yourselves, then, to GOD! Resist the Devil and he will flee from you (James 4:7).
After my Buganda Road encounter with the Devil, I continued attending the Cineplex Cinema fellowship because I did not hate the pastor (His wife actually looked GOD-fearingly devout to me and has lovely songs plus preachings) but grew weary since I did not get omukisa gw'ekibuga [favour in the city] as much as I had greedily wanted it. Something near the ceiling once spat on my forehead in the dark cinema; wondered what it meant or was it just me overthinking? One weekday mid-morning, I went to meet the Pastor himself (Tom Sembera) in Nsambya and was stunned when the lady at the entrance of a glittery room told me to take off my shoes. The self-proclaimed nabi [prophet] did not tell me any secrets about myself; we just prayed. Another thing that caught my attention was a spiritual presence I felt around the ceiling of the LRC reception. Some ladies (probably choir members or ushers) with oil anointed on their faces worked on someone's hair in the room. Natural hair is a crown for women, but artificial hair is a no-go area for me; more Jezebelic than Christian. You can watch Pastor Sembera on Life TV or listen to Joy FM! He exposes kawula omugwagwa [reprobate spirits] though used to teach against watching Nigerian films that show the same.
On the first Sunday I attended a service at his unfinished megachurch, I sat in the front row. A buxom, curvaceous, Winnie Nwagi-thick but brownskinned woman sat on my leftside; she was half naked in an orange minidress that exposed her shoulders, big perfect bust and thick thighs. There was glitter particles all over her booty. The woman was so calm that I did not lust after nor judge her; I took her like any other sinner in church seeking GOD. Only GOD knows who she was or why she dressed that way but after the service, I went my way because I knew about hypocrisy (the veneer cover of virtue) plus humility can be very false; it's a tool for gaining friends. Jamil Mugerwa (former Underground agent) once revealed how ladies dressed like the stranger next to me are sent to churches to distract and derail men of GOD; it happened to Wilberforce Samanya, a vocal preacher who was also a former witchcraft practitioner like Sembera. Jamil claims Samanya sold off his church after sleeping with a halfnaked newcomer sitted directly infront of his pulpit. One night in Arua during 2022, a dream showed me (Probably GOD warning me) that Satan refused to bow down to GOD like other angels and would test me; then a friend's wife asked me to cheat with her in order to get back at her husband who hurt her deeply (literally damaged her heart) by sleeping repeatedly with other women. She always forgave him when he gave the excuse of alcohol, but she was now fed up. I told her I had seen her plans in my dreamvisions, but would not entangle myself in them for GOD's sake (plus unspoken guy code) though meeting or working with her is not bad. The 7th Commandment warns against adultery; I even told her to find the story of a lady called Hadijah (faithful mother of five) whose pastor-husband left her for other women, but her prayers brought him back after almost two decades of coldness between them and they remarried in a lavish ceremony paid for by the Kayanja Ministries (at Miracle Centre Cathedral). The pastor confessed that the Holy Spirit scorched his private parts while he tried to sleep with a woman he was not married to. Fear GOD!
You must not eat any fat or any blood (Leviticus 3:17). And wherever you live, you must not eat the blood of any bird or animal (Leviticus 7:26). None of you may eat blood (Leviticus 17:12). Blood is not ordinary; it contains life. In the past, Africans (like Gipiri and Labongo in Alurland) made pacts as brothers; someone would cut their skin, put the blood flowing on a bean seed and let the other person swallow it. The practice continues in some places. A Sudanese-Kakwa gave me his blood to drink in a mixture of juice. Everytime he was about to call me, I would feel it. I could even deduce that he was with a lady not married to him and he would disclose it to me. When he died, I felt attacked in the head by spirits and was even passing near one of the Devil's altars in Lugogo the very moment a mutual friend of ours called me to report his death. 
I used to listen to DJ Shadow (Roger Mugisha) a lot on Capital FM, but did not know that he was a Devil-worshipper. Some of the things he confessed he could do were not completely fantasy because one afternoon when I went to look for his brother Matt Bish (Director of "Battle of the Souls"), I saw Roger park his red car downstairs. Then suddenly, he was behind me; I wondered how he climbed the steps very fast.
One night when a certain year was ending, I had a dream about Hell as a long hall where various film characters are sent but in three levels: The worst eg Ghostbusters villains and Michael Myers (the Halloween monster) were at the bottom while my spirit was lifted up out of the lot. The lighter your sins, the higher you fly or are saved. The following day, Erica Mukisa Kimani added me as a friend on Facebook; amazing! I had actually transcribed her audios, videos and podcasts enthusiastically ever since I first heard her testimony on Voice Of Life Radio (100.9 FM) in Arua. Other extremely evil characters I've noticed in movies include Joker; Enchantress in Suicide Squad; The Orphan; Valak in The Conjuring series; Jeepers Creepers; Dracula; etc. On a different night, I watched a horror about a spirit that ate out the tongues of anyone who screamed after seeing it. When I woke up, I had a weird cut on my tongue yet it is considered the toughest muscle in a human. Movies can be points of contact for demons.
The King of Tyre described in Ezekiel 28 is probably Lucifer: You were the seal of perfection, full of wisdom and perfect in beauty. You were in Eden, the garden of GOD; every precious stone adorned you: carnelian, chrysolite and emerald, topaz, onyx and jasper, lapis lazuli, turquoise and beryl. Your settings and mountings were made of gold; on the day you were created they were prepared. You were anointed as a guardian cherub (Verse 12-14). Lucifer was a cherubim angel until wickedness was found in him and GOD drove him in disgrace from HIS mount; HE expelled the guardian cherub from the fiery stones. He came to a horrible end and will be no more. 
Lucifer makes humans sin against GOD, but no matter the mistakes, there is forgiveness for everything we've done. We triumph over the Dragon by the blood of the Lamb and by the word of our testimony (Revelation 12:11). The blood of goats and bulls and the ashes of a heifer sprinkled on those who are ceremonially unclean sanctify them so that they are outwardly clean. How much more, then, will the blood of Christ, who through the eternal Spirit offered Himself unblemished to GOD, cleanse our consciences from acts that lead to death, so that we may serve the living GOD! For this reason Christ is the mediator of a new covenant, that those who are called may receive the promised eternal inheritance - now that he has died as a ransom to set them free from the sins committed under the first covenant (Hebrews 9:13-15).
Music is a portal to GOD (through the Holy Spirit) or the Devil (and evil spirits); a sanctified choir can bring the glory of GOD down to Earth. Considering the fact that angels constantly worship GOD day and night saying: Holy, holy, holy (Isaiah 6:3 and Revelation 4:8), it is possible that Satan led that worship before his rebellion. He was supposed to fall down before the throne (like the 24 elders with crowns) and worship the LORD GOD Almighty! One evening before sunset during Senior 4, I sat in class alone revising my notes while singing "Sweetest Taboo" by Glamma Kid ft. Shola Ama; it had just been released the preceding year though the original by Sade came out 14 years before that (when I was one year old). Suddenly, an invisible hand slammed my tabletop and I stopped singing immediately. My ears heard the slam while shocked eyes saw the pages of my book move because of the wind created by the hand. It reminded me of the hand that wrote on a wall in Daniel 5:5. The jam is about forbidden addiction to (heroin) drugs or sensual pleasure; I've never sang that song again though hear it plus others like it. Some secular songs are quite edifying, but the most repulsive song I've ever watched was "Kipepeo" by Jose Chameleone. I like some of Chamili's other songs but believed Allan Kasirye (former Devil-worshipper) when he revealed that this particular one was the Devil's Anthem; my spirit just felt very bad about the glittering costumes and people bowing down to a throne.
As judgement, the Devil will be thrown into the lake of burning sulphur, where the beast and false prophet will also be thrown; tormented day and night forever and ever (Revelation 20:10).
What kind of father gives his child a stone when s/he asks for mukati [bread] or a snake instead of fish (Matthew 7:9-10)? Maybe a broke father, but GOD is not poor. What do you do when GOD doesn't give you exactly what you want; what you ask, seek and knock for? Do you worship HIM more or turn to Satan as your replacement father?  Apparently, Satan gives everything you want, but at the cost of your soul: It is so sweet to trust in JESUS; GOD provides. GOD may take time to respond, but HE answers prayers, whether after 21 days, one year or two decades. When you ask GOD for pilawo and HE gives you rice, go figure! You may ask GOD for juice and then HE gives you mangoes; blend them! One of the two criminals on the cross asked JESUS to remember him when He returns as King (Luke 23:42) and got a place in paradise that very day. When Arsenal lost the 2001 FA Cup final, I looked up to the sky and cussed profanely at GOD, but when I looked back down to a clay village-well where we fetched water, I apologised immediately because I realised HIS wrath would be my sudden death by worms like Ananias and Sapphira. Weeks later, tears formed in my eyes when I got rejected from joining the Technical Drawing class in Senior 5 after dropping out of the Fine Art class; felt like GOD wasn't on my side but that is the turning point when I stopped writing HIS name using small letters. One year later, the Gunners were Double Champions (I called it Double Happiness and learnt patience). On the day of the 2015 final, I woke up with the hunch that Arsenal would beat Aston Villa 4-0; Theo Walcott would score the first goal while the fourth would be by my Favourite Player at Wembley that day - Olivier Giroud (who actually sat on the bench at kickoff). It happened exactly as I wished; GOD is unbelievable; abide with me! In Twenty24, I gave GOD an ultimatum of only 15 minutes to answer me with a sign on my smartphone but by the 3rd one, HE had stunned me with a shocker I'll never forget for as long as I live.
What's the 411? There are only two sides; you have to decide which one to follow! Either you go left or right, worship Satan or YAHWEH. There is no inbetween, no De-Militarised Zone. Get saved or die repenting! Wear the full armour of GOD (Helmet of Salvation, etc)! Jump off the Wrong Train; repent all your sins! Believe that JESUS is the Son of GOD; HE is the only Way to Heaven! We are saved by the grace of GOD.
Worship GOD!



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