You see good people, churches are always confessions. What was so hard for people to read? Couldn’t people read into the confession? What do you Ugandans know about the diseases of the soul?
It was one of those weeks when the signs of the times were all glaring. It was a week of the Threesomes (forgive my mind), but I meant to say the Three Sams. There was the Sam who got an accident and built a ward. There was a Sam who got cancer, admitted to Mulago and sadly did not recover. And there was the Sam of Sams, the meneja, the big daddy, the God father, the Sam of all seasons. Upon his return from Germany, he built a hospital. Well, he built a church, which is a hospital of the souls.
But you see good people, churches are always confessions. What was so hard for people to read? Couldn’t people read into the confession? What do these Ugandans know about the diseases of the soul? Why would an American President stop all his important assignments just to make it to Rome? You see, the soul triumphs. And unfortunately for the diseases of the soul, no hospital has tried. You know that ka song? The one by Blanco and Justin Bieber. You get that ka line.
The one that haunts – ‘what if you had it all. But nobody to call? Maybe then you would know me. ‘Cause I have had everything. But no one is listening. And that is just lonely…’ But how will Ugandans know? Because most of you, in a million lifetimes will never be this Sam. Forget it. The money is not coming. If it were to come, something would have converged after all those bu deals you have chappad. After all those bu receipts you have created out of thin air. But still, there you are, hoping that now you will make the next good bet with some new land deal. Not so my friend?
Have you ever seen Sevo in jeans?
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