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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!
Saturday
Suicide Prevention Association (SPA)
GOD is great, first and foremost...
JESUS saves...
Let the Holy Spirit guide you...
Life is 33 percent bitter by default; just enjoy the remaining 67 percent sweetness...
Money is just a number...
Take a walk in the open air, outside the four walls depressing you...
Exercise; let off steam...
Enjoy the fresh forest-oxygen...
Wait patiently for your problems to fall like the sunset...
Staying depressed is a choice...
When life pushes you down, get back up...
Pray without Ceasing (PwC)...
Do not give up...
Make more friends...
Your season will come... (K'Naan)
Persist...
Wake up and pray...
This life, I can't kill myself... (Timaya)
Stay focussed...
When you lose, improve... (Pep Guardiola)
Let go of romantic relationships you cannot redeem...
Pray, pray, pray...Depression is a choice... (A. B. Curtiss)
Give my heart peace, LORD...
If you cannot get what you want, then stop wanting it...
Water is life...
Eat to live... (SMACK classmates)
Keep on keeping on...
Life is very very very depressing, but staying depressed is a choice...
Your struggle is your strength...
Everyone feels sad, but remaining sad for at least two straight weeks is depression...
Do not cry over spilled milk; get out and get more milk... (James [Oguzua] Dramani)
Pray before sleep and when you wake up... (Elizabeth Ndezo Dramani)
Happiness is in Heaven. On Earth, there is death, sickness, accidents, thefts, wars, hatred, witchcraft, snakes, etc...
Keep your cool...
Zero suicide...
Kijakugwa [Luganda for: It will end]...
Do not kill yourself, nor cause nor assist someone else commit suicide...
Suicide is not an option...
You will never walk alone; angels are by your side...
Do not complain about your hardships lest you arouse GOD's anger like the Israelites in Numbers 11...
Detachment is as strong as obsession or addiction...
The Devil must die...
I will not overdrink waragi nor get drunk from vodka...
Unemployment is the political terminology for laziness...
Damaged hearts mend...
Tell me who knows a peaceful place where I can go! I'm feeling low... (2Pac)
We do not wrestle against flesh and blood, but powers and principalities in the air (or high places)...
GOD is everything...
Every sunrise is a new beginning...
Learn from your lived experience...
The pain will subside; hang in there...
Your future is bright; wait for it...
Be positive...
Life is a mind trip; do not slash your tyres before reaching the destination over 100 kilometres ahead...
If you are going through Hell, then just look up to Heaven...
All I need in this life of sin is JESUS...
Nobody is born knowing anything; we live and learn everyday...
Be there tomorrow... (Kevin Hines)
Bad things end...
What you do not have, you might not need...
Life is spiritual... (Erica Mukisa Kimani)
Depression is when your mind betrays you...
Rejection is redirection...
Lads, it's time to snap out... (Patrick Vieira)
If the school/ university/ company you want does not admit you, then go to the other that welcomes you...
Stop bad thoughts, replace them with alternative thinking...
For every bad memory, remember two good ones...
I will not smoke cigarettes; they are sour...
Where motivation ends, endurance continues...
Stop suicide ideation...
Smile through the struggle...
Don't break when you're broken... (Michael Jordan)
Laugh with those who laugh at you; it's ironic...
The paleskinned Angel of Death whispers a suicide song to his victims...
Death is a gateway to eternity...
Everyone is entitled to 120 years on Earth...
4GV: Forgive us our sins, as we forgive those who sin against us...
Count your blessings...
One maize seed when planted in soil can multiply into 120 new seeds on a cob in 120 days...
Sometimes you lose... sometimes you win... (Philipp Lahm)
Pursue self-sufficiency...
Jail is like a forced hideout; just adjust your mindset and patiently wait for release...
When the person you adore coldshoulders or pushes you away, gravitate to those who love and care...
Suicide is self-murder...
Money can't buy love, but it can buy spaghetti...
Stay calm when insulted...
Fasting allows your spirit to hear from GOD...
Noah was a drunkard, Moses was a killer, Rahab was a prostitute, David was a murderer plus adulterer, Peter denied JESUS three times (Not once, but thrice); repent your sins and change...
One groundnut seed when planted in soil can produce about 60 new groundnut seeds...
Some scars do not heal and disappear, but remind you of the past wounds forever...
Reduce suicide death by 100 percent...
Extract fuel from the negatives thrown at you...
Losses are part of the game, accept them...
I refuse to cry...
Ayiko ni imu ra [Translated from Lugbara: Happiness comes]...
I believe you can feel depressed, but clinical depression is not real... (Andrew Tate)
If you have a problem, then just look up to Heaven... (oneway, Ch.39)
When you lose, accept defeat...
Train, prepare for new opportunities...
Something good will happen the day after tomorrow...
Be laser-focussed on your own business or negocio...
A Depression test has about nine questions; I scored 78 percent because am depressed sometimes, but never suicidal...
Less drugs, more hugs...
Mindshifting sidesteps depression...
Do not seek validation from people who despise you...
Go through the motions...
Be yourself; those who do not like you can go drink water, chemically H2O...
Words cannot kill unless you let them...
The Devil caused Prophet Job's problems, with GOD's permission...
Get through the trials of pain, lack, loss and other disappointments...
Love back all those who love you...
Suicide is a oneway ticket to Hell...
GOD provides; temutukoya...
You cannot erase all the bad memories in your life, but you can relegate them to a lockerbox at the back of your head...
Less pills, more skills...
I cannot kill myself... (Sugarboy)
Gain from your pain...
Don't panic...
Stay calm...
Our FATHER in Heaven... Give us today our daily food...
Depression is not a monster; you are the behemoth, monolith, giant, mountain...
Blue Elephant: With GOD's help, you are bigger than all your problems combined...
Life is hard, but GOD is harder by far...
Naye ofa ki?
Keep your head up...
Suffer patiently...
After the coldest and darkest nights, the warm, bright sun will rise again...
It will end in cheers, not tears...
Mindshift to GOD through JESUS...
Finally, brothers and sisters, whatever is true... noble... right... pure... lovely... admirable - if anything is excellent or praiseworthy - think about such things... (Philippians 4:8)
(CC) Jaku (Depression Uganda)
Thursday
MUNGU O'bani [GOD Created]
Abairo Falls in Oluko (East of Arua City)... |
Below are directions to Abairo Falls (owned by John Acile) on River Asa which flows into Acha: From Arua Hill Roundabout, turn right and follow Weatherhead Park Lane. Cut right onto Oluko Road until the football field near Alua Primary School (Education is the Key to Success), then cut right again plus follow the right curve (instead of left split) near Malingumu Events Amsterdam for 2 kilometres until you cross River Asa bridge. Shortly after it, the road curves right towards Ambeko, but move straight on your left. This is the trickiest moment of the journey; if you get it right, you will find yourself near Oluko Falls (a series of waterfalls). On this lefthand route which I call Waterfalls Road, you will find homes, a camping site, forests, grasslands, gardens, Shine office with roofed car-park and finally Arise Center on your left. As you approach your destination, you will see breathtaking undulating hills and valleys on your rightside; it's quite unbelievable considering the flat near-plateau appearance of Arua close to the city. There are scattered people on the way, so you won't feel completely lonely as you slope: You have reached Oluko Falls (though some locals deny that name; I think it's a series) which starts with Oloporoporo Falls (bought by an American humanitarian from Acile's uncle) on the left of a uniquely-designed-and-painted shop (with a green ironsheet roof just like the bigger houses behind it on the same compound). Abairo Falls near (then 57-year-old) John Acile's home next to a metallic roadblock is farther down at the bottom end of Waterfalls Road. Acile's place is where your vehicle stops (and you may have to pay some money - around 2K UGX - for his family to watch it for you; Gate Entry fee documented with Abairo Waterfalls Friends Association receipt starts at 3K for locals, 5K for Indians and 10K for Bazungu), but you can hear waterfalls roaring from here though won't see Abairo until you slope farther past the foodhouse, sheds and latrine. It's a very good outdoor exercise adventure even if you start panting for breath. You can even sit on a bench or chair and watch the riverwater just before it falls down the gorge, technically the reverse Top of Abairo Falls. There is floating safety-equipment for learners or young swimmers eg black inflated-tyre-tubes. Between both waterfalls are smaller ones (one of which I named Ac[h]ile who showed it to me) or rapids (whitewater) and the land across the river in this stretch was bought by BN Group (an Anglican organisation) who plan to build a hospital plus Bible Study University.
Another TikTok-uploadable route is from Muni through a panya at Our Lady of Rosary Ambeko Chapel (Eucharistic Centre in Oluko Parish of Arua Diocese) or to Ambeko-Oluko Bypass Junction, then turn right towards Ambeko Primary School with borehole on the side and follow the road after the school until you turn right. You can also follow the left-right-left-right winding road only until you reach a sharp corner and turn right. If you go farther, you will reach the first route above and see the Asa Bridge; Waterfalls Road starts when you cut right. Before my mother departed in Twenty22, I had asked some people in a garden along the motorway connecting Oluko Road to Muni and Ewuata where Oluko Falls was, but they didn't know and grey clouds were hovering above warning of rain, so I went back home. However, I discovered that about 300 metres after the triple-culvert River Asa Bridge is another diversion on the eastside that links you to the above mentioned Ambeko-Oluko Bypass at a Y-corner; you basically have three (to four or more) routes.
I have decided to follow JESUS!
Magubaku [Do not laugh at people] (Try yours)!
The name Abairo is inspired by the concept that "yi wala ndeni angu 'di ma alea; yi badaka" [most voluminous water is in this area; water is a lot]!
Arise Center in Oluko... |
Sunrise in Oluko (Arua); Abairo is down the hill... |
Visitors enjoying Abairo Falls (Ayivu)... |
Aniako adreni ayiko ku [Ignorance is not bliss]! I cannot believe I lived in Arua since Y2K, read about Abairo Falls and even moved around Oluko and Ambeko many times (on foot plus bike), but never stepped foot at the iconic Oluko Falls for over two decades simply because I imagined it was too small to tickle my fancy (I was dead wrong: It's good enough); the final discovery was awe-inspiring! Whenever life pushes you down and you fall, get back up! Sometimes, the Abairo rock-pool is so clear on the edge that you can see the riverbed. I wish my majestically tall, comprehensive Senior 4 Geography Teacher (Miss Kabasinguzi) at SMACK had taught me about Abairo, in addition to Rhinelands, Tennessee Valley, New York, etc. On Friday morning, I hardened my heart (No sleep until I finished posting before sunrise, felt strong like Samson the Nazirite of GOD) and created a Wikipedia article for Abairo Falls; didn't even find Miriadua (but created it too on Sunday morning) nor any other from West Nile. Arua is indeed sweet and excellent; no matter the size, small or medium! Leave your burdens and worries behind!
Miriadua Falls (the Most Mentioned and arguably Most Popular Waterfalls in West Nile) is found on River Oluffe in Maracha about 20 minutes to half an hour by vehicle northwards from Arua City and after Okokoro plus the curvaceous Kijomoro Bend, but before Koyi. At a junction with a signpost of Kakwa Cope Centre (found 200 metres inwards), you cut right and move farther for 2 kilometres until you see Ambidro Health Centre III with about four to five houses roofed with blue ironsheets near each other on your left; cut into the road before them and move 400 metres until a gate. There are pools for swimming down ahead from the falls. Stepped there on Sunday 23rd March 2025 at the beginning of spring and was amazed by the size of the rocks as viewed from downstream and at the top; the water actually moves through about 100 metres of rock before the main fall, absolutely amazing! The rocks tilt northwards, so water flows closer to the farther end and onto the right when less, not all over the place. There is even a cave at the bottom below the topmost point as the whitewater splashes. A man from the city was fishing for small tilapia-like fish called lopo using a hookwire on a stick while two boys scooped water with plastic containers to catch their own. Three brothers (younger two looked like twins) skilfully swam naked downstream as girls washed clothes midstream and goats grazed uphill. Before the location where water finally falls, some women dried cassava on the southern section of the river channel where water did not reach because of the dry season. When rain starts, it is impossible to find that space. Several other people especially youthful males passed by. I felt like (Riccardo) Calafiori at Wolverhampton Wanderers in the 2025 season.
Olewa Yi-kuru (Terego)... |
(CC) Angu Neza [Sightseeing] by Aiko