It has been a while since this guy put pen to paper but here we are. He claims he has been busy, work's been tight, and excuses of the like, but we know the truth. Maybe I will one day be given the green light to release all the writings in his journal. It is a few minutes to 6pm and we have been on the road the past two hours. The driver is taking it slow, perhaps he does not want to get home in time for the compulsory movie night. Unfortunately, they must be watching princess diaries, the 12th time today, because the Mrs. likes the ending. Or he could be a slow driver. I do not know him that well. Our destination is Kampala, yes, the biggest and most beautiful town in the pearl.
With the car bass speakers buzzing blocking the noises from the rugged trucks and buses heading the opposite direction, it is hard to keep all these thoughts steady as every song playing is bringing back the memories.
Just heard this song that reminded me of the old times we took long walks from our school prep rooms whispering sweet nothings to the “escortee,” or is it “the-escorted?” 🤔 The ‘Pure Mathematics’ book by Backhouse in one hand and Nakanjako's hand in another. (Not real names). It was 5 to 10 minutes’ walk away from the prep room, but you'd hope it was longer; a time to be cherished, moments to be spent. Oh, boarding school; what were we thinking! Who taught us these things? How were our audiences that patient, listening to our dry jokes that sometimes had to be repeated, and had to be spiced up with rumors to get the mood set and the grounds flattened for that cheeky smile because a sigh was not good enough, like a standup comedian on that podium doing his craft, you had to get that 'ka-loud' laughter from the “escortee.”
Oh, what days those were! Where did all our “escortees” go? what are they even up to? Do they remember our sweet words, the firm handshakes, and warm hugs? Perhaps all the syllables we uttered just made their exit through their opposite ears. By the way, you people, give us our words, just email them even. You can keep the hugs.
We looked out for those moments; you had your jokes set that morning before break time and since your source was limited, it was key that you always followed up on the dormitory chatter, what was making the news, who was making the news and how they were keeping on the front page of the invisible yet endowed-with-gossip school tabloid. Your creativity and ability to capture gossip stories would draw you the attention that night; sometimes even not letting the truth getting in the way of a good story, as one man would say. It is how we did. I do not need to check the back of my mind to mention names of the culprits. You know yourselves and I know you. We should have a meeting; I will text you the details soon.
All those well scripted and constructed sentences, and yet the tangibility of their results is not felt nor seen this day. Why didn't anyone come to slap us awake from our dreams, maybe we hang so tight on these temporal nothings, our grips weren't ready to give way for anything. Hmmm!
Since you are not wondering where I am going with this story nor where I am going, I will tell you anyway; 1, I am going nowhere with this story. 2, Tomorrow is the much anticipated, heavily attended #NightOfPrayer annual event hosted in Uganda, it is where we are heading, it will be my third year of attending this meeting and yes, it draws everybody from around the world, even me, a local man from Rukungiri District have been making this journey to the grounds the past two years. The information going around depicts a great time yet to be spent in the manifest presence of God, prayer, worship with great preachers of the word, kings, men of influence; I am thinking It will be the perfect time to realign your destiny, reposition yourself for the impending greatness that continually invites men of understanding.
Contrary to all the past meetings where we would say, “all roads, railways and runways lead to a physical venue,” this year’s #NightOfPrayer by Phaneroo Ministries International on the #31stDec20 is to be attended virtually at 10PM EAT. So, renew your internet, television, and radio subscription. It will be aired on almost all the TV and radio stations in Uganda, for example Spirit TV, LTV, Spirit 96.6FM Radio, star FM and many more. (See the flyer for more details) So, yes, say hello when you see me on that chat box on one of those channels. I am undecided on which one to use but the YouTube channel (youtube.com/c/phaneroo) seems like a good pick, but the Facebook channel(facebook.com/phanerookampala) allows me to share to my friends and within groups easily, or will it be through the #Phaneroo website(live.phaneroo.org)? I will decide tomorrow at 9:59PM EAT; and I promise I will tell you all about Nakanjako, and probably show you the last picture I have of her.
See you there.
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