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...
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...
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| Aiko (Timekeeper)... |
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! (CC) Depression Network
GOD is great...
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