The mind is an interesting item.
But wait, is it ok to refer to the mind as an item? Anyway I just wanted to say
something about memory, and that’s all. The brain, where memories abide is an
intriguing thing! Now look at another one, I am referring to the brain as a
thing. Can you imagine that I can remember a bit about my past Easter holidays?
Just mention the year, I will sit back, relax and tell you how it was. Mind
you, the part about food will be prominent as I tell you about the past.
But let’s go to the point for my
penning this one! This Easter holiday was very short. In fact the shortest of
all. There was a lot to do and no rest at all. Someone answer me: why do people
pile up functions over such holidays? Baptisms, weddings, housewarming, thanksgiving, clan get together, wedding anniversaries all sorts of functions that
require physical presence. This leaves no time for reflection on the true
meaning of Easter.
You see, Jesus Christ was
murdered by merciless guys, he was buried by a Good Samaritan and he came back
to life by his own power. All this happened for us men and for our salvation.
It all happened that we should be reconciled with God our father. The ultimate
cause of this was that we had all sinned and fallen short of God’s glory. Hence,
Easter ought to be a season of reflection. We should be quiet, peaceful
thinking about the price that Christ paid. We should be aside making
accountability. Searching through and asking ourselves: are we right with God?
How about our neighbors? But look at
this, we end up partying all through!
Back to the point, Friday April
14th was a day of travel. I travelled with omukyara, Maureen her
Sister (she writes her name as Moline), a wife to Omukyara’s Uncle (she is
unwell and has been rejuvenating her health as she abides with us) and Sheba Rona
my cousin. Sheba (beautiful I must add) is a daughter to my mother’s young
sister; Auntie Edith. She is in her long vacation awaiting to join University. We
had a good drive.
These are the days of #Fikasalaama and police officers in
white wear are standby near the road every after about 20 kilometers. From kampala ( it is easy to easy to say so
but actually we set off from Kittende in Wakiso District), we had to be on the
road early not only to beat the traffic jam but also to get home in time to
attend a housewarming party.
When we reached Mbarara, I asked
an old friend to drive on with the rest to omukyara’s home. Omukyara was unhappy with me asking another to
drive her, as a matter of fact she chased him away and drove the car herself
just after a few miles.
I still arrived late for the house
warming function. The Rev. Canon Nekemia Nyabwere (elderly now) was joyful to
see me. He is my god parent who considers me first. As soon as I arrived, he
invited me to speak to the congregation. And what could I say? I thanked
everyone for coming. I pledged to support the work of writing his autobiography
and took my seat. Let me tell you
briefly about the house. About a year ago, there was a great storm in our
village. It destroyed the banana plantations and demolished the old house of
Rev. Canon. The storm lifted the house from its base and sat it in the nearby
empty space. Not any other harm was made by the moving house. So people of goodwill
gathered, contributed as much as they could and built a new house. There is
particular man, the Chief Administrative Officer of Sheema, one Ruhemba who
mobilized for construction to commence. He must be a blessed man. So the evening went well at the housewarming.
The next day, there was another
house warming at the neighbors. Our uncles Naboth and Fred build one
magnificent house. It is the biggest in our village now. People from far and
wide attended the occasion, I was the Master of ceremonies. As I prepared to
start the function, I remembered that Omukyara was away. I walked back to get
her on phone. Then I met a flourishing fruit tree. It was a small tress but with
fresh fruits. I enjoyed the beauty. God was reminding me about how he makes
things flourish. All the farmer had to do was to plant the seeds, I bet her/she
had no hand in beautifying of the fresh fruits. I took the picture of the tree.
The day went well.
We had a good church service the
next day. We had good food at home and took pictures thereafter. A younger uncle of mine (he is actually
younger but my uncle) had a wedding meeting after church which went well. 
On Easter Monday, I was a god
parent to two. I had not met the boys before. One is son to my other Uncle
Beston Kansime.
This uncle of mine is away from home. His son Ayesiga is a
lively fellow, dark skinned, with confidence stature of a promising a great
man. The other was Keith Mugarura a toddler. He is son of Alex Mugooha. He is
my cousin and with his family, they stay in Kampala.
So we were on the road back to
Kampala after the church service. Let me tell you, it was short, jam packed and
I did not rest.
