I still remember that Saturday morning like it was yesterday. I was a little bored so I decided to go check up one of the bookshops in the city. And there I was minutes later standing in the corridor while thumbing through Bill Clinton and Barack Obama’ autobiographies.
A smart waitress, a brown mug and a colored poster. It’s Wednesday evening and I am relaxing on the balcony of this countryside restaurant. Am wearing my favorite blue shorts and that means my legs will be embracing the cool breeze that comes from this western side. From where am seated, I can see a couple of cows treading through the high brown grass on the flatland.
If you haven’t been following,my friend James Onen (also known as Fatboy at Sanyu FM) Responded to my invitation to him to trust Jesus on his blogwww.freethoughtkampala.wordpress.com . I have written back a simple conversation starter here.
Ladies and gentlemen, I no longer look pale Ever since Lulu became my girl Things started getting well She’s offered space for my heart to dwell Looks like am getting well Lulu – my friend, my pal I will tell you my all
My eyes widened every time someone picked up the microphone and went like... “God told me.” Even before they said a word, I imagined a dramatic night in which a curtain shook and a man in shining robes stood by the bedside.
