The way the Kattikiro would always use my name to drive his points home is something Iβll always smile about. Itβs a small thing, but one Iβll always cherishππ€
I sent UGX 400,000 to the wrong number. I realised my mistake several minutes later when the person who was supposed to receive the money did not send the customary message confirming receipt. I called. You sent it to the wrong number, she told me. I immediately rang the accidental beneficiary.
Instead of finding a frightened person wondering why UGX 400,000 had mysteriously landed on her phone, I found somebody whose theology had already processed the transaction. She told me that the previous night she had spent hours in church praying to God for a miracle of UGX 500,000. Then morning arrived, and providence, apparently using MTN Mobile Money and suffering a minor accounting error, deposited UGX 400,000 into her account.
She therefore had a complaint. Her miracle was UGX 100,000 short. Instead of returning my money, she asked me to be merciful and send the missing UGX 100,000 so that Godβs promise could be fulfilled in full. I tried to explain that this was not divine intervention. It was human error. She disagreed and told me her daughter had not gone to school because she could not pay the fees. She asked me to stop looking at the transaction through the eyes of a man who had lost UGX 400,000 and examine it through the eyes of a mother who had spent the previous night petitioning heaven for UGX 500,000.
By the time she finished presenting her case, I had somehow moved from complainant to defendant. Worse, I was beginning to feel guilty for underpaying a miracle I had never contracted to perform. Bantumwe, I sent the remaining UGX 100,000 and to this day, I suspect that woman bewitched me. There is no satisfactory economic explanation for discovering that you have accidentally lost UGX 400,000 and responding to the emergency by voluntarily losing another UGX 100,000. She told me she was deep in Bududa. Landslides had carried away her home and crops. She also told me that relief items meant for people like her had been stolen, naming @AnitahAmong and Agnes Nandutu in her account of the mabaati affair.
By then, however, I was no longer conducting due diligence. I had already been appointed Minister of Finance in her miracle government. I had intended to recover UGX 400,000 but I ended the telephone call having paid the full UGX 500,000 she had asked God for. The most disturbing part is that somewhere deep in Bududa, that woman probably went back to church and testified that prayer works. And technically, she has evidence.
Rukirabachwezi
Zinchenko:" Today l called Gabriel Jesus and told him that we must give Arsenal credit. When Manchester City ignored us, Arsenal gave us the shelter, a place to call home. Mikel Arteta called us and informed us that he was willing to see us at the Emirates Stadium.
At Manchester city, our position was taken we were warming bench every game, it was difficult situation to bear but since we had good relationship with Mikel Arteta when he was assistance coach at Manchester city we said to ourselves that we have to sign at Arsenal.
l left and Jesus has also left to Barcelona but the love that Arsenal showed won't fade away, l didn't leave us a champion but l did a lot to build the foundation, Jesus is a champion at Arsenal, he deserves it. we just wish Arsenal all the best, Arsenal will forever remain our home."
An institution takes your money.
You raise concern about it.
They run to court.
You are damaging their name.
You smile, for it is a Temple of Justice.
Court orders you to pay them more.
More than they took from you.
And add a Fine to the state, plus costs.
You are raped in turns.
From all angles and directions.
Violent untamed erections.
Penetrating every innocent part.
Judges hold you down.
With huge wooden hammers.
Suffocating you with wigs.
For the institution to sodomise you.
After the bloody orgy.
They masturbate on your pleas.
Singing songs to the Load above.
Celebrating a triumphant rape.
What about the voiceless?
The wretched down there.
With no one to hear them scream.
Does justice ever visit them?