Blessed

When we were much much younger there used to be a mad man called Kasule who used to walk around with rugs and rubbish. We were always told to ask him to bless us so we would ask him to bless us and he would mumble out some words. Gibberish. I think that guys blessings are the reason for all the bad things in my life. Not really. Any how who would ask a mad man to bless them. Those who were ahead of us ill informed us. Surely we were mis guided. If only those people knew God then maybe we would have gone to the right places.