My start in life wasn't wealthy at all. It was far from the big cities, noisy streets and rich shops. It was in a village,
where we lived amongst the poorest people. We were so poor, that in fact I started knowing sugar when I went to nursery school.
I enjoyed those childhood days, though I remember little about it. I enjoyed a lot of milk, as we lived near a farm.
For my Primary level Education, I was taken to Bishop Angelo Negri Primary School. It was a catholic school. my parents
gave me a Good News Bible, which I read so much that the catholic authorities asked my parents to remove it from me, saying
it would 'spoil' me, but my parents decided to leave it with me.
The bible troubled me so, as it revealed the many things I was doing wrong, and also it was so awesome. I read it for
nearly five years, mostly staring at a page, lost in wonder at a story. I couldn't understand it, but little as I was, I
knew what sin was, and thought a lot about it.
In form 2, I 'got saved', as my parents frequently preached to me, and warned me of hell and all that. I lived like
this for about 8 yrs. From home, I'd be an angel, but at school, I was the devil's disciple. I lived this double life until
I went to Senior Secondary School. I met many friends there with whom I tried to discover the meaning of life. We went through
many naughty escapades, and remember my heart getting stolen by a girl whom I couldn't have fallen in love with because of
her behaviour...lol...
I joined another school in senior 2, and met a 'master', who taught me the arts of fighting. I loved it so much,
that it became my pride and glory. I was actually invincible, or so I thought. I was fast, light and able.
Another thing was obscenity. I picked it up from my friends, and certain secular songs. It became a part of my vocublary,
and I practiced it until I was near perfect. On top of this, I used to escape with my friends through a hole in a fence, going
to watch blue movies. The funny thing is, I never went in for girls at this time, and never desired a relationship with any.
In the middle of the term in senior three, I was wisked to another school, Najja High School, which is in Kampala.
It was a Pentecostal school, and had compulsory prayer in the morning. I met someone there who was as obscene as I was, and
we spent a lot of time improving on our vocublary of obscenity. We insulted all who called on the Name of Jesus for a while,
and life was seemingly good. During this time, I started noticing some emptiness in me, which made me delve more and
more into the world. Then....
One day, somebody joined our school. He was a new student, and was a born again Christian.
I HATED HIM MORE THAN I'D EVER HATED A PERSON!!!
why did I hate him? click the link below and find out...
