Seth Muhairwe
My name is Seth Muhairwe, a son of Rabbi Daniel Malinga. And I am a partner with the Rabbi.
Two weeks ago, my father called me and asked me to travel to the village as he wanted to talk to me urgently, I told him I was unable to travel due to the lockdown and only cars with stickers were allowed to move, however, he insisted and asked me to find ways of coming and this scared me so much given his diabetes history and he has been sick for the last 25 years.
Through my contacts, I managed to get a sticker that was unlimited and I travelled home on 22nd May, to my amazement I found him well and healthy basically in good spirits.
As we had dinner that night, I was anxious ...
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My name is Seth Muhairwe, a son of Rabbi Daniel Malinga. And I am a partner with the Rabbi.
Two weeks ago, my father called me and asked me to travel to the village as he wanted to talk to me urgently, I told him I was unable to travel due to the lockdown and only cars with stickers were allowed to move, however, he insisted and asked me to find ways of coming and this scared me so much given his diabetes history and he has been sick for the last 25 years.
Through my contacts, I managed to get a sticker that was unlimited and I travelled home on 22nd May, to my amazement I found him well and healthy basically in good spirits.
As we had dinner that night, I was anxious because my dad is not that person who just summons you for nothing. After we prayed and he told me goodnight. I bewildered considering I had driven over 200kms to come and see him, only for him to ask me to rest. However I calm down and rested that night. In the morning, as is the norm for us the cattle people, we went to the kraal to milk the cows. After about 2hrs of milking, my father instructed the herds men to identify 15 Friesian cows and to also identify those that are milked 10 litres and above. This took close to 30minutes and after he asked them to get them out of the kraal. He called me and told me, "these are your cows from now on and a lorry is on its way to transport them to another land 50 kilometres a way and all transport costs were cleared already."
Fast forward I transported the cows and came back to Kampala on Sunday 24th May. On Tuesday my father called me and told me he was traveling to Mbarara hospital for a medical check up. In the evening when I called him to find out how he was and what the results were saying, he told me to travel on Friday again. My anxiety accelerated and the devil started playing with my thoughts. I thought of so many things and knew that my father was hiding something from his family. Things like cancer among others came to my mind.
I found myself in a tricky situation considering I had travelled the previous weekend so I didn’t have fuel to travel again. I contacted my best man for a fuel loan, and he therefore asked me to meet him that evening whereby he gave me a full fuel tank free of charge. God is amazing you!
Fast forward I travelled and got home that Friday. My father tells me the way his prostate has enlarged and he was given medication for a month, and also told that in July if the lockdown is lifted he would travel to Nairobi for a second opinion.
Saturday morning, we go to milk and he gives me another fifteen Friesian cows and the lorry had come the night before. I was awestruck! I returned on Sunday to Kampala, only for my father to call me and tell me to go pick fifty nanny goats all (expecting) and to transport them to that other land for my use.
I give all glory and honor and praise to God for unlocking this blessing of ownership effortlessly in my life.