Here I gonna be sharing part of my book entitled my story with Jesus.
CHILDHOOD
The day I was born, was a turning point of my life and a centre of disintegration into the world. My mother struggled to produce me, I hear!, and because I was the fourth born, and a boy following three boys, i was not happily welcomed well by the elders because in my culture, giving birth to boys only without a girl was considered as an abomination, so my mother had to give me a name “Gracious ” being A Christian, she knew one day, God would answer her prayers, because he is a Gracious, Unconditional lover God, when I was being baptised, they gave me the name of “Ndyamuhaki” meaning what will I Give. Here my mother was in prayer asking God. “What will I give you, the day you give me a baby girl. ” and they had to call me that name, in Uganda, more especially in Western Ugandan culture, parents give their Children names according to situations on the ground and of course in their families, for instance m siblings have names according to events following each other.. I will explain them in time to come.
But what does God speaks of me?
“ Before I formed thee in the belly I knew thee; and before thou camest forth out of the womb I sanctified thee, and I ordained thee a prophet unto the nations.”
Jeremiah 1:5
I was not born by mistake, neither by accident because God knew me before I was formed in my mothers belly.
I grew up in Church, my mother was working in the church, since her childhood and she loves God.
At the age of three years. Satan decided to kill me, because he didn’t know why God created me and put me in this world. B whatever the reason is. Satan knew that it was very big that he couldn’t handle. So the night came, I slept off when I had not eaten. Mother tried to wake me up. But I couldn’t wake up for food. In the morning, my soul was no longer in my body. An my family members knew that I am gone but midday. I gained my strength and sneezed asking water to drink.
I hadn’t done what God created me for.
Horrible at the age of three.
At the age of three years. Things became more tougher in my life and I was again attacked by a horrible disease that no one knew its cause or its name, t around 7pm, i was fainting and dying opening my eyes widely in my mother’s arms. People gathered and my daddy’s coworker advised dad to take me to hospital but dad was also confused and his minds were off.
In the village, there were only like four telephones and one car plus a few bicycles.
The hospital where I could be taken for treatment was approximately 30km from home. So at that moment no quick means of transport were available for me and my mother had to tie me on he back and walked for 25km from home to the district town. I was already midnight, n taxis to take me and mom crying sat in the park waiting for help, a the moment I had already switched off and just my eyes opened widely without blinking.
At around 00:30am, a mad man appeared to mom and tried to grab me away from her, but mom managed to fight him when the taxi came and I was taken to hospital
Strength and hope lost
It was 3:00 when mom reached in the hospital, by that time, t hospital had one full time doctor, nurses couldn’t handle my situation. The one doctor who was to work on, was not in is staff quarter and was to searched to come and work on.
What unfortunate for my mother?
The doctor was found in a bar drunk an staggering but there was nothing to do, mother said, i want my son alive, the doctor in his drunkenness had to put me on blood drip, for 6hous and water and in the next day at around 12:00p. I was again connected to my fresh. I didn’t know what was going on for 24hours and never knew where I was because it was my first time to see a bulb.
I was unfortunate that the blood they put in me had its diseases thank God HIV/AIDS exclusive but it had ellergies of eyes and after three weeks my eyes turned red and started itching me brutally till today.
To be continued