The choir master, an old man named Deacon Ssemwanga, recognized him. He walked over, placed a gentle hand on Wasswa’s shoulder, and whispered, “The drum is not broken, my son. It is just empty. Let God fill it again.”
But success had crept in like a thief. To close a big contract, he missed one Sunday service. Then two. Then a month. “I am working for my family,” he told himself. Soon, he stopped singing entirely. His voice, once a vessel of praise, now only barked orders at his employees or haggled over shillings. Tewali Mbeera Nene by Pr John Muyizzi
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