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I remember looking at her eyes glistening with bloody tears of guilt for something she did not chooseEven without seeing it I could tell that her heart beat faster than a drummer’s handsAnd from where I was I could her the sound of hear heart “lum-dum” was deeper than the sound of a bass guitar
At her age she knew rape not as just a word spelt out in the dictionary but it was now written in her now open book for a life which was being judged by the cover and not the content in it. Pouts of mouths pointed at her in disgust, as those kind enough just gave her a cold glare at the misery of the never ending ‘Mary go round’ horror of a life she had suddenly been handed.
Her life had been turned upside down by a ravaging selfish flesh of a man who cared less about wrecking a pair of soft bones.What lies in her body for a baby will never live to see the light of day because she is only a child and cannot carry another child at that age.The disease she has no idea about will live with her till the day she sees the mouth of her grave.

Hurt, pain, bitterness, unforgiveness have all become resident in a place that was supposed to blossom with love and purity. All this has been robbed of the young soul leaving an excavation of a hole so deep that only forgiveness can fill.
You know for a long time you may be forgiving but have not taken time to learn how to forgive. Pain is fleeting and can manage to make a concoction of a cocktail that tales cannot untangle. Hurt has the tendency of taking the deepest corner in the heart and take charge of your heart forever.
Pain is something you have BUT hurt is something you are. Hurt wears a mask of anger, the reason for actions and decisions we cannot explain. The whistle that blows louder than a crushing train that will turn a father into a medalist boxer and a mother into a careless pair of bones.
You will not know how hard forgiving is until you look at unforgiveness square right into the eyes. (Imagine this young girl )Neither will you be able to learn how to forgive unless you bend those hinges on your knees to ask that heavenly father you cannot see but only feel for a little help.
Remember this; Unforgiveness is like renting out your heart rent free and you stay out of your own home. We pray for the grace to learn how to forgive. 

On the streets of man I will walk
Look out for faithful men, lowly of hearts to be my disciples
With them I will teach, heal and perform miracles
Dine & sleep with them shall I
Yet from them will I be denied &betrayed
But you need not weep for me child.

For 30 silver pieces I will be dragged off the plains of Gethsemane
Before Pilate & Herod shall be paraded and accused falsely
To appease the crowd, Pilate will have me scourged
Chunks of flesh will rip off my body as specks of thorns sip through my brain
Still you need not weep for me child

A heavy cross will be thrown on my sore back
As the soldiers whip my tired bones
The sounds of the spiked weep will run through your ears as the heavy sound of my countless falls will burst through your chest.
You need not weep for me child because there will I be paying the guilt of your sun,  every one of them, every hatred, every sickness, every pain; there on the rugged cross will I be paying them.
Know I have loved and you need not to weep for me.

But……..

If you must weep, truly must
Weep then for your selves & your children
For injustice &hatred, violence &lustful thoughts, addiction,  shame. Look to the cross and let it all go because a time will come when you will say to mountains ‘fall upon us’ & to the hills cover us!
Because on the cross all the debts will be paid.
This is the end of the curse, the demise of the serpent.
This is it. It is FINISHED.

Zach Hendrix the Co-founder, GreenPal quoted this; “Listen to your customers or you will have none”

I was coming from a long meeting yesterday, very exhausted and quite hungry. My brain convinced me that I could not make it home with this hunger and more so hold it until I prepared a meal. So we agreed for a quicker solution and that being finding a food service provider to deal with my apparent problem. Food and I have a very intimate relationship and I like to believe this is so for everyone.

I was in Ntinda (this is a place here in Kampala, Uganda) and I chose to go to the nearest restaurant that I could find. This is about 19:00 hrs in the evening. I was with a friend and when we got in, the place was sparsely occupied, about 3 people were seated having the meal. We entered and chose to sit at the very end of the room. It looked the most comfortable of all the places in the restaurant. So we take our seats and I was very sure the waitresses would come and welcome us and take our orders. Five minutes into our arrival no one seemed bothered. (Mark you these ‘girls’, the waitresses were freely having their conservation about God knows what) Since I was the one in need I decided to beckon on one of the girls to come and take our order. She drags her feet and comes through. She takes our orders and I should say the food came quicker than I had anticipated, given the first impression we got. The quality of the food was not best but that is a story for another day.

When we finished eating, again I had to call out the waitress to get us our bill. At this time I am really irritated at the quality of service we are receiving. When the bill came back it was a receipt belonging to someone else but the cashier thought it wise to write my bill at the back. At this point I am confused at what is happening. So I call the waitress who at this point had walked off to somewhere better than being by our side. On inquiring what was going on, whether receipt slips were over, she belts “The receipts are done and that is what we do” I was in utter shock. She walked off again!!!!!! I was really disappointed at this point in time, and I chose to share this with the world.

Most of the time businesses do not die because of bad products but because of a poor service. Many businesses if not all survive off a referrals, but if someone is to receive this kind of treatment, why wouldn’t the business die. Many of the business proprietors do not take time to see what is going on in their business for as along as money is trickling in. We do not take time to invest in training our employees and at the end of the day all you are served with is a bad review. There is a reason as to why many Ugandans, flock places like Cafe Javas, it may not necessarily be because of the food, but when I go somewhere where I am treated like royalty, be sure I will be a constant guest.

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