In the rolling green hills of Mpigi, where the morning mist clung to the banana plantations like a blessing, lived a wealthy landowner named Waswa. He was known for two things: his vast herd of Ankole cattle and his stubborn heart. Waswa believed in transactions. To him, God was a distant King who demanded a high price for entry into Heaven—a price Waswa thought he could afford.
"Pastor," Waswa said, his voice dry as the soil. "I want to buy my way into God's favor. I have a few cows left. I have land. Tell me the price. Ndiwa oluwa. I will pay." Tewali Mbeera Nene by Pr John Muyizzi
Every Sunday, he walked past the small iron-roofed church where Pastor John Muyizzi preached. He heard the singing. He saw the joy. But he would sneer and say to his son, "These poor people have nothing. They sing because they have nothing to lose. But for a man like me? To follow God? Ekyo kya Mbeera Nene. That is a big price." In the rolling green hills of Mpigi, where
And as the rains finally came, washing the dust from the hills, Pastor John Muyizzi stood at the pulpit and declared to the congregation: To him, God was a distant King who
That night, Waswa gave away his last three cows to the widows of the village. He didn't do it to buy Heaven. He did it because, for the first time, he understood that love had no price tag.
One harvest season, a terrible drought came. The sun scorched the grass brown. Waswa’s prized cattle began to fall, one by one. His gold lost its shine when there was no water to buy. His barns grew empty. In his despair, he remembered the words of a traveling preacher years ago: "When the wealth is gone, the heart is tested."