In the rolling green hills of Mpigi, where the morning mist clung to the banana plantations like a blessing, lived a wealthy landowner named Waswa. He was known for two things: his vast herd of Ankole cattle and his stubborn heart. Waswa believed in transactions. To him, God was a distant King who demanded a high price for entry into Heaven—a price Waswa thought he could afford.
For the first time, Waswa’s hardened heart cracked. He fell to his knees not to bargain, but to weep. He realized that the big price he feared losing—his pride, his control, his riches—was never the price of salvation. It was only the weight he had been carrying in vain. Tewali Mbeera Nene by Pr John Muyizzi
Waswa decided to visit Pastor John Muyizzi. He found the pastor in a small wooden chapel, praying on his knees. In the rolling green hills of Mpigi, where
