I chide. Her name is Suzanna. She is kind, and giving of her time, and car. After class at the Institute this passed weekend, as per usual, I walked towards the main road, to make my way home, when this vehicle pulls up, and it’s occupant, a petit lady, fair complexion, big thoughtful eyes, calls me by name, and offers to give me a lift to the closest taxi, much to my relief and pleasure. Firstly, because I didn’t have to walk much, especially after a long class that day. Secondly, getting lifts from vehicle-driving people is something I see happen to other people, so this was a nice surprise for me. A welcome one too. Thank you Suzanna. And if I have misspelt your name, pardon me.
We got talking about my time on the air, and the circumstances surrounding why she no longer hears my voice on there. To which, I candidly shared from my heart, details of which, I had not shared with anyone since the incident. She made it comfortable to share. She saw traits that may have hampered the resolution of that situation, and shared them with me. The experience of Suzanna is something I am grateful to God for. Do you ever meet someone new, and for some reason or other, they get you, without the years invested in getting to know you? Well, that twenty minute drive from Naalya to Bukoto, wound up in a shared moment of prayer, before she went her way, and I went mine. It speaks to how good Our Father in Heaven is. In that time that we spoke, a load was lifted off my person, if you will. And going into this week, that peace of God that passes all understanding has continued to keep me. The thought of the reality that is the Angel of the Lord encamped around me, further buttresses my resolve as I make to take on the tasks that He has predestined for me to do, complete with a smile, and a spring in my step.
Dad tasked me with turning around the water game at home, and you should see me try to make heads and tails of the entire task. Thankfully, he handed me material to better grasp what needs to get done. And the task doesn’t look as daunting. I realise I will need a ladder, maybe four. The really tall ladder-kind. Where amI going to find those? Oh well, you know how I like to share these challenges with you. Kindly share some tips on getting the water around the house properly routed, pipes, tubes, and all. How do you rig the solar power so that it heats the water, when you need to take a hot shower at the end of a long day? If I can see it in my mind, making it come off the pages and into our reality, I imagine, will serve to thrill and inspire, not just myself, but my siblings, my parents, my blog family 🙂 Who knows, I might even sell the community I live in on the idea to save water this way. Let me get started on it. I hope to compile a portfolio of accomplished tasks as I go, and in time, I hope to share those with you. If you know someone that you know you would like me to meet, especially if this water and solar thing is a strength of theirs, then what are you waiting for?! Tag a sister. Make an introduction, please? Thank you in advance.
No one person ever really sets out to understand how people generally meet and what will become of said meetings. I, for one, would like to repopulate the Sahara with trees. Lots and lots of trees. What does the other person want? And can both our different dreams find a method in which to interact cohesively, for a better and brighter future? And while I am not one to speculate, I rest in the truth that God works all things together for the good of those that love Him and are called according to His promises. As the thought firmly rests in my mind, and a cheeky grin sweeps across my face, I know I have to go out there, live and love like Jesus Christ loved, all the while keeping my peace. Those that remember the fiery Yvonne from the second decade of life might beg to differ. Growth has taken place, and continues to happen. I am a lot more patient. With myself. With others. The world could use some patience. On the roads, or the trains, in the airport terminals. In the banking hall queue. With one another. Take a moment. And inhale deeply. Now exhale. Did that feel good?
My hope for myself and in as much as for myself, also for yourself; is that the next time you feel the urge to give your opinion on a subject, or pass judgment on a deserving human being, is that you will first and foremost, intentionally take a deep breath. In. And Out. And check with yourself and see, if it still is the same response you were going to give a breath ago, and choose love over fear.
There are a few tasks that I need to accomplish, and they are going to require that I give of myself one hundred and ninety percent, which isn’t even humanly possible, which is why I am grateful for Jesus Christ and His finished work at the cross, which informs my spirit and all, that I can do all things through Christ who gives me the strength.
I am thinking about sustainable mobility within the context that is Uganda, and East Africa and the unit whole that is Africa. Like clockwork, whether you’re in down town Nairobi city, or Kampala, of Mombasa road, as the sun greets the day at dawn, taillights are inches from headlights, in the morning rush hour like they like to call it, the commuters. As many destinations as people in those vehicles, gridlock snakes its way around different schools, health clubs, early morning mass chapels, government offices, and privates businesses. Don’t be fooled, the human traffic is just as jammed, with pedestrians making the long trek from their places of aboard, which are miles outside of the central business district; braving the interlocked road ways and their Christmas in May traffic lights, and errant boda bodas who generally don’t follow traffic lights directions, they cross at zebra crossing points, and other obscurely marked points where many a pedestrian have lost life on account of a hit and run, makes me think about the Masai Mara Wildebeest migrations that happen in the moths of November through March, where they spread into the Ndutu area which is part of the scenic Ngorongoro Conservation Area, and in the souther and central sectors of Serengeti National Park. They then give birth, what is called calving, in the months of Mid February to March. They face north with some herds thriving in Grumeti Game Reserve and Ikorongo. The spectacular Mara River crossing occurs in September where the animals make their way through the crocodile infested Mara River to Maasai Mara National Reserve in Kenya. This migration involves over 1.4 million wildebeest along with hundreds of thousands of Zebras.
Till next time,
Easy does it.