As a man thinketh
I saw that video on social media, of a content creator who found an owl in his kitchen and panicked. His enemies were after him. Someone was bewitching him. He paid boda boda guys to kill the poor owl. Ugandans! Life is too short and precious to be scared of every shadow. And the day […] The post As a man thinketh appeared first on The Observer.
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I saw that video on social media, of a content creator who found an owl in his kitchen and panicked.
His enemies were after him. Someone was bewitching him. He paid boda boda guys to kill the poor owl. Ugandans! Life is too short and precious to be scared of every shadow.
And the day you realise that indeed, as the Bible says in Proverbs 23:7, “as a man thinketh, so is he”, you will be freed from every self-imposed captivity. I used to be superstitious, until reality and God knocked sense into me.
I had been taught by family and tradition, that good dreams meant bad things, and vice versa. For example, when I was in S.4, I dreamt that I was boarding a plane at Entebbe International Airport, but just as I stowed my hand luggage away, I woke up. Ho!
The tears of frustration my pillow saw! I grieved that I would never see the inside of an airplane, leave alone ever fly anywhere. When five years later I found myself on a flight to Europe, with the dream playing out like déjà vu, I started questioning all superstition.
According to my culture’s superstition, for example, seeing someone’s wedding in a dream means looming death. Imagine! When I became a born-again Chris- tian, I was taught about the importance of our dream world and superstition, and I was set free from my own mindset.
If you ever find yourself in a country with winters so dark and quiet that you depend on alarm clocks to inform you it is morning, you will appreciate every bird’s call more intensely.
When you travel to Karamoja, where there are so many owls (I once left Kidepo at night and so many owls were crashing into the car windshield), you will give that poor bird some grace; it doesn’t signal death, unless you think, confess and manifest that.
Once, after an overnight church service, an oil hooted in the wee hours of the morning and one lady became really worked up, no matter how much we tried to remind her that it was only superstition.
Indeed, within a day or two, she informed us about the death of her brother. That owl did not kill anyone; someone confessed and manifested it, because life and death are in the power of the tongue.
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