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, but we can create our own Synthetic Happiness (33 percent bitter, 67 percent sweet). It's not what happens, but how you react and learn from it...
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...
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 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...
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...
GOD provides; we may seem not to have much, but if we think critically, we will realize that each person has more than enough around themself... Every good thing you see was created by the LORD...
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 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 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...
GOD is great...
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