This Sunday(last Sunday) My church priest notified me that the church was greatful for my service in Children church and was paying my dues to Namirembe Diocese Youth Conference 2016. The fliers read age between 14- 45yrs. For luck of better plot, i was geared up for the day.
My arrival at Namirembe Cathedral was greeted with the sight of a red n white King’s College bus. My inside squeaked with happiness. Yey! Fun time!
However, it was the sight of the other “youth” that drained the excitement out of my system. They…they were all hairless teenagers.Hairless! Others were barely 12 years of age! I died.
The boys squeaked with exited words only a boy in the prim of their adolescence would utter. I was appalled.
Did leaving cross my mind? Yes! But so was the money paid by my church.
At the conference site, the hairless teenagers made their beds eagerly as I looked on. I later reluctantly settled on a double decker that would be my bed for at least three nights.
I was able to go through facilitation in the disguise of a facilitator( which I plan to carry on)
I returned to my decker later, friendless(and not aspiring for any ) and sought refuge in my phone. I could feel the cautious curious looks periodically thrown in my direction by the girls but i continued in oblivion like I didn’t give a f**, which i didn’t.
It was when the phone battery died that my ear caught a conversation at the far end of the room.
” I had a friend who couldn’t eat without talking to her boyfriend.” Am like yii-yiii, what kind of jazz is this? “Don’t awaken love!” the voice continued “Love is too big to handle! Even the bible says so.” It emphasized.
“You see my problem was Men. I looovved mennn too much.Too much!
I stopped nibbing on the lollipop that my tongue had been emphatically oppressing, only stealing a nimb once in a while. I had to find a way to listen in between the hushed and raising voice.
I wanted to listen in to the jazz of hairless secondary school teenagers.
” I told God to take away my love for men but more came. It was like he was testing me.” The voice added
“I hated my phone because of men.But you see God is not a vain God. If your patient,He will give you a man worthy of your patience. A good man. Hez a faithful one if you serve him.
” Uhmmm… ok,not the kind of jazz i expected.
“But I see youth that are proud. Youth that do a bit of every Godly thing and yet miss out on the real blessing. Some lead praise because they are good.They have to be seen. Other people just simply stand and stare when you lead praise in church. They are just too proud.”
By now, I just want to stare at the face of the teenage girl saying this. I peep. Hihi, yes i peep. All I see however is a light skinned girl putting on a checked red and black shirt.
I hurriedly jump off the decker to check for my note book and note a few of her points.I don’t want to miss so I empty my bag when I can’t find the pen quick. I promise my self to re- organise the stuff the next day.
In a short while, I hear lights are about to be off. I ask for two more minutes and continue writing.
The girl being shared with opens up about her boyfriend. Her voice is lower, i can barely hear but am able to pick that she’s fighting with the love of a tall, big eyed, well kempt boy at school who has to bend to her height to speaks to her, and she goes waza wazooo.
Lights go off and i decide to write in the dark.
Advice follows, it says; ” Do you still give ministry the same time and dedication with that guy?”
“Well i bet you give him about 60% which limits your service” pray to get courage to leave him.
… It went on. Today I blended in better. In fact i like it. I’ve mingled with teenagers that play all instruments and even had my first piano lesson.Lol) The teenagers I thought adolescent lead praise and worship until my mouth goes ajar. I even participated in a competition where my group called Ruth sang a hymn and this was exactly the judges’ comment;
” Ruth, I’ve never seen a more uncoordinated team. You came here like a gathering not a choir.” I laughed. I had really tried… A boy from my church made it a point to notify me that my voice was as weak as Jjajja Nantale’s, an old woman in my church. I lost the humor in the situation I mean my soprano can’t be that bad!!! Nwe am still enjoying and happy to announce i saw some youth with hair.