Tuesday, February 28, 2017

My walk with #Jesus as a #Christian with #Religion



Walking with Jesus is one of the simplest most full filling things one can ever do in life.  Of course there are other things but this is for Jesus.  It is not an easy life because Christians face persecution globally.  I do not even think that Christians are in a position to judge other religions as persecuting them.  Christians have committed some of the biggest atrocities in human history so when they all turn up against Moslems, I wonder if they know their history.  Jesus works for me and others believe in their own prophets and teachers but Christians must stop thinking that they are superior to other people.

Every Sunday we had to go to church after doing our chores.  At that time we had to take our folding chair or mat and run all the way to the river (Namakhuli), quickly wash our feet and faces, dry, share soap to smear so we could have shiny skin and then stroll up that hill to Namakhuli church.

Our church was a bit funny.  I miss it.  For offering, they used to pass around little baskets but we were all much too poor to put money in it except of course the Christmas service when mzee would show up and put money in it.  His Bible was always very dusty so I had to dust it off for him to walk with his folding chair and the Bible in one hand, cash in his pockets and show his presence.  That was the epitome of watching him trying to follow the sermon.  He never did,

So in this church, the pastor soon found out that people did not have money to contribute but could bring things to auction in church. Things like bunches of bananas or if you really needed strong prayers, you brought a chicken.  One time some relative brought a goat so I knew right there and then that uncle had serious problems.

So basically that scene from the Bible when Jesus storms into a temple that looks like a market and people are buying and selling still exists today. I dare you to go to my home in Bududa and this is real.

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Our village church evolved into an elementary school.  But before I even tell you about this school, you have to understand that it started in the church and it is besides the river where we all go to fetch water and wash ourselves and clothes while our animals drink the same water.  It has a spring of some sort so we line up to get the water as all the women gossip about what their husbands did not bring home last night (usually, a half kilo of meat) or who is missing from the gossiping well and if they might be sick. Village gossip is respected because it means people do care.

This church had a program. All the kids (most of us) who were in school and literate had to teach literacy in the church in the evenings.  So the elders who did not know how to read or write used to come and learn how to read and write.  We were all struggling to teach in Lugisu and Luganda given that we were usually in schools that only taught English but we managed.  This was the one time when the pastor / priest would shut up and let us be.

One time one of the elders shouted us down saying "inzu yange iri khuronya. Kametsi inga ifula yapile katsukha nga tsutsu. Nikamatafali kosi kali khukwa. Kamasanza kesi babimba imbewo nga yetsile ikarusakho. Muloma muri khuyike khuwandikha lutsungu nekhure ingo khukone mumasanza kesi imbewo ili khurusakho".  Ehe!

That is when our village team decided to take things into control.  We started fetching water for the elders and repairing their houses.  We of course wanted them to be literate but first of all, we had to assure ourselves that their houses were not leaking in the rains, the wind was not blowing through and keeping them cold at night and the other thing.

The other thing was also to inspect their feet. We learned to walk with safety pins (they are like needles) and of course checking their lamps for parafin, we had parafin. We were removing jiggers from our elder's feet and cleaning their feet with parafin to kill off little eggs left behind.  After 2 months in the village doing that, one would return to a Kampala area school as if relieved but then worrying about the ones we left behind.  I think that the habit of writing letters (hand written) really came from me always asking the ones who loved me in every letter "papa Kimaswa aryena? Shali nitsinyende tta.  Inzu yewe ironya?  Mubolele ori Leah wamushesile".

TRANSLATION:
One time one of the elders shouted us down saying "inzu yange iri khuronya. Kametsi inga ifula yapile katsukha nga tsutsu. Nikamatafali kosi kali khukwa. Kamasanza kesi babimba imbewo nga yetsile ikarusakho. Muloma muri khuyike khuwandikha lutsungu nekhure ingo khukone mumasanza kesi imbewo ili khurusakho".  Ehe!

My house is leaking. The water seeps through the roof every time it rains and it is like the river Tsutsu.  Even the siding for the walls is falling off.  The leaves and grass for the roof fall when the wind blows strong and they go too.  You tell us to read and write English but we return to our huts and sleep when the wind is blowing off the roofing.

"papa Kimaswa aryena? Shali nitsinyende tta.  Inzu yewe ironya?  Mubolele ori Leah wamushesile".

How is papa Kimaswa?  He does not have jiggers, right?  How is his house?  Please tell him that Leah sends greetings.

LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, that is my walk with Jesus.  Anything else would be a lie.  We lived and worked among the people.  Christianity of these days puts shame to those who are real Christians.  Although if you think about it, had I paid $500 for my year, I would be writing a different story.  Had I had a chance to buy Holly Rice, my elders would have lived to 200yrs instead of dying at tender ages of 96yrs to 115yrs.  Had I accessed Holly Water annointed in Kampala, I would never have had to hold a pin or safety needle and look in the feet of my beloved elders to remove a jigger.

I am very scared for what Ugandan youth think is important in their lives.  Us, we were younger than you and went out none paid just so we could see the smiles on the faces of all our elders who also by the way always used to ripen kamarofu for us.  You miss so much. Jesus is real but not for you if you insist on being not like HIM.  GIVE, WORK for others, STOP, LISTEN, BE Him and not just hope He will come and rescue you from that sports gambling shop muyaye gwe.

Martha Leah Nangalama
#BududaProud!

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