The Rhema Ladies' Reunion

 This was such an extra-ordinary day with extra-ordinary encounters. A sizzle after the drizzle.

In Mid-July this year 2026, Rhema, a fellowship that i belonged to 20 years ago, celebrated its reunion, rekindling and testimonies. A spontaneous get-together that held its own in such a resplendent way.

It was during the vigil of one of our very own that the suggestion of a reunion popped. Two months later, we gathered at the home of Jennifer Mwijukye in Naguru, on a Saturday that started with a drizzle and ended in a sizzle.

Ihad not seen most people in about 20 years, with new members whom I was glad to become acquainted with.

There were grand testimonies of change, physical evidence of change, global accolades for some and more importanly, a depth of reconnection. The time of intercession lit us with the Holy spirit fire. The proof of God's manifestation led us to His perfection.

His tming is perfect. On hearing the stories and immersing myself in the beauty of it all, it was the most opportune reminder that I am in His divine blessing. 

The next chapter of my life began.

Over the ast three and a half months, praying in earnest everyday from 3am  to 4am or 4am to 5am, this day was a revelation. I understood the reason for my prayer. The destiny helper. The fulfilled promise. The reason.

Bless you!

Bev

Mad props to the World Cup commentators

 "The world is opening up to the Spanish cohort."

"Look at those wild eyes."

"Mbaaaapay!"

"Pedro Porooowwww!"

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The real entertainment lay in the commentary. Huge props to them.

Our two eldest daughters stayed up late to support Spain and they went to bed elated. I knew about the score from the Spanish flags on interne highlights. Congratulations, L'Espana. I decided to watch highlights and the team spirit from Spain was magnificent. Truly incredible and they held tremendous control of the game.

Huge congratulations to France as well, for holding their own. They are a team that remains unflappable.

Celebrating 19 years of marriage, at Le Chateau

Yes, it is worth all the hype. 19 years of mrriage and dinner at Le Chateau, the fine dining within Le Petit Villge in Nsambya, Kampala city Uganda. This ws on 7. July. 2026. A Tuesday.

With the right tenderness, softened with meticulous care, sliced to pefect precision and garnished in delicate quantities, the dinner and the marriage, it is worth it.

Treat yourselves. 

Do not wait until the other has checked all the boxes-they have stopped texting when talking to you, they have stopped rolling their eyes at the in-laws, they have stopped burning food and started laying the bed properly when it is their turn. 

Do not wait for all those pet peeves to vanish. Treat yourselves and you will return to those bothersome habits later on.

Fine dining is this: Soft piano music cascading across the leafy green artistry and minimalistic balconies.  There is sufficient lighting that dims in and out of light conversations and laughter. It is sophisticated.

Treat yourselves. Find something to do that carries the years of the marriage lightly across your hearts and lavishes you with enough to keep going.

19th anniversary. 57 to go.

When I spoke at the Book Launch, This Happened

Before I even met him, I received several calls and emails requesting that I moderate the panel discussion at his book launch and also deliver a book overview. The month of June opened up new avenues.

I stood there before hundreds of individuals and delivered my book overview sermon, leading to a panel discussion that I moderated. The panel comprised social workers, doctors, and clinical psychologists, all in the space of caring for vunerable children and families, partners with the author's work.

Pastor Brian Kagyezi, known as Prophet to many at his fellowship, Pneuma Word, penned down his autobiography in what can be described as the fall from the world into the arms of God.

Titled 'In the eyes of an orphan,' this heart pumping and deeply stirring book is a game-changer. Imgine growing up with a rich dad who is able to give you everything yoiu desire. Growing up in a household filled with goodies, plenty of everything and no notion of lack whatsoever. 

This changes when the father dies from HIV/AIDS, shortly after followed by the mother. We see the author sojourning with an orphan spirit of despondency, loss, bitterness and loss of identity. It is only until he fully surrenders to God that we realise the only way to fulfillment is in Christ. The riches of the world are temporary and that our faith should be in God and not in the temporary finesse of the world.

This transformative book opens the reader to grasping how restoration is within reach, once God is at the heart of our journey.

Get yourselves copies. Each book will contribute towards changing children's lives.

Bless!

Bev

One Day Someone Will Catch Me Dancing in Front of The Mirror

 When I visit a public place like a hotel, restaurantgo th, cafe bistro, I will use their bathroom and if I am alone, will find myself dancing in front of the mirrors. After admiring their meticulous arrangement, sophisticated tiles, the opulent marble and shiny unconventional taps, I then check to see if I am alone.

If the coast is clear, I will dance. I will dance and imagine flat abs. I dance and imagine a thunderous clap from a global audience at my sold out tour. I dance and imagine the sequins shimmering under the lights. I dance in front of my imaginary back up team. 

We are a decently dressed dance troupe. We sing songs that are uplifting, that honour families, that spread good cheer and we counsel many of the audience members that come to us for autographs. We travel across nations and heal the broken hearted whose lives have been shrouded in despair.

And when we take a few days off for rest, we reflect, recharge and reconvene.

The bathroom door opens and I stop dancing.

Mexico '86

 It's 1986 and my father is shouting for Argentina, prompting me to run to he sitting room. I am 9 years old and it is summer in England. Our comfortable home on Purley Avenue is bright and daddy is watching the World Cup.

Because my father supported Argentina, I have been supporting Argentina or Brazil, ever since. I also crammed all the counries in South America and their capital cities. It is because of these sentimental attachments that I supported Mexico during the World Cup opening match of 2026. 40 years later and my heart is still drawn towards this country.

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It was in 2006 that I visited Mexico City and after writing several poems to capture my feelings, I revisit them at times. I revisit the memories that are still vivid. I remember the conversations, the streets, the shops, the sleet and standing out as a black person by the pyramids. I remember all of it.

Mexico beat South Africa and this was a personal victory for me, because 40 years later, I needed this win. 

This is my time for a win.

Bless!

Bev

This

 

Al  Qaeda

 

I am Al Qaeda

metal scanners are my foes; my friends

the scanner rubs me up and down                                           

it makes a sound

I take off my metallic belt willingly.

 

Your scanner rubs me up and down and rubs me up and down again

this time it I my metallic bra

please help me und the clasp

your scanner makes a sound

it is the metal in my garters

your scanner begins to bulge.

 

You take me to a room

your scanner beeps and beeps and beeps.

 

 

Previously published in Kwani? 4, in 2006