At The End Of The Game We Shall Go Back To The Father
59th Year Of Existence, at 52 Wasswa Became a Jjajja and At 57 Kato Became a Jjajja Too
Uganda Today Edition: At The End Of The Game, We Shall All Go Back To The Father To Account For Our Deeds: Celebrating Wasswa and Kato’s 59 Years
In the beautiful place of Buganda, nestled within the vibrant endowed Uganda, on May 20th 1965, a story that encapsulates the essence of family, responsibility, and the earthly journey for Wasswa and Kato began. The twin brothers who have shared a bond since birth, have become emblematic figures of unity and resilience in their community. As we celebrate our 59th year of existence, I wish to share this story.
The Journey of life: At The End of the Game we shall go back to the father
It was a warm evening, much like any other in the neighborhood where children grow up. This tale begins with a simple yet profound moment—a father’s hunger and a son’s sense of enthusiasm in the game of football.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, signaling the end of another day, Mr. Ssempala returned home from a long day’s work, his stomach grumbling with hunger. However, upon reaching home, he discovered that his wife was away, and there was no food in the house. Undeterred, he turned to his 10-year-old son, with a task—to journey to the nearby food court and buy him some food.
The boy, known for his passion for football, set out on his mission with determination. But as fate would have it, he stumbled upon his teammates engaged in a spirited game on a makeshift football field. The allure of the game was irresistible, and the boy was almost drawn into the exhilarating rhythm of play but his inner person whispered to him that he had to fetch his father’s food first.
With a sense of urgency, he sprinted to the food court, intent on fulfilling his duty before it was too late. However, fate had another test in store for him. He returned, to the field, the insistence of teammates to join them and the urge for the game took the better of his side, he identified an old man spectator and entrusted him with his father’s food as he jumped onto the field.
His teammates, sensing his distress, offered words of consolation and encouragement. Yet, amidst their reassurances, the boy was struck by a profound realization—the importance of accountability and the unwavering bond between parent and child. Thereafter, one by one left the venue, the boy was left alone to shoulder the responsibility of accountability.
As the evening drew to a close and the football field emptied, the boy understood that, just like in the game of football, every action had consequences, and every player had a role to play. With a heavy heart, he made his way back home, determined to face the consequences of his actions and seek forgiveness from his father.
The tale of this boy serves as a poignant reminder of the values that bind us together—responsibility, accountability, and the enduring love of God. As we celebrate 59 years of life, this story resonates with all who read it, inspiring a sense of duty and accountability to our father at the end of the game on this planet.
In the end, as the final whistle blows and the game of life reaches its conclusion, it is the journey back home that truly matters—the journey back to family, back to love, and back to the warmth of a father’s embrace with his food in your hands but not with dirty empty plates. As we row our boats of life, we are obliged to always account for our actions in life.
