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An act that everyone waited for zealously turned out to be a source of confusion to many. Only a few stayed faithful and served in truth and spirit.
The news spread across the entire village and its neighboring. Everyone was overjoyed and we all couldn't wait for the day to come. We all had different speculations and expectations. Were they going to bring the real persons or just their representatives? We were all disturbed. The presumption groups continued for the rest of the waiting days.
The chief, through the village elders, announced to the villagers of a big screen that was to be brought at the Church and would show a play about Jesus Christ of Nazareth. The elders walked from door to door, repetitively spreading the gospel of the gospel that was to come. A walk they could only do in none other than akala as the scorching sun found them meandering their ways through the village. At the end of the day, they blew their whistle at the village square which doubled as the market to stress the same message. "Do not miss" were always the final words.
Nearly every one in the village was having their supper by 4 p.m so as to get to church as early as they could and book the front seats since the show was beginning at exactly 7 p.m. Those were the instructions that had been passed on earlier. The elderly could be seen pinching stubborn and noisy children to their silence as a way of discipline. They needed no disturbance. Some of the final preparations were done in our presence. The whole congregation went into shock the moment the projector appeared on the wall. Some children ran outside to seek refuge while others flew to their parents who were also holding their chests tightly in fear. Rose Muhando's songs opened the floor immediately the view stabilized. People could be heard sympathizing with Rose Muhando for the kind of pain and anguish the husband was making her go through. Everyone booed at him when he threw her out with her children and all her belongings while threatening to kill her. Yesu Nipe Uvumilivu.
After two hours of waiting and mental preparation, the music stopped to usher in another segment. Images of people in robes began rolling on the screen accompanied by their names and aliases. Woe unto them who were illiterate and couldn't understand a thing. They either followed with the images or grasped a thing when the director on the ground paused the play to explain the happenings or to simply translate. We followed Jesus Christ's life history from day one to his miracles, the ministry then came the point that sent everyone into tears, his suffering and crucifixion.
Almost three hours of watching and lives were changed, some permanently. The drunk could now walk steadily with clear eyes and speeches. Everybody was parting ways in a Godly and saved way. "God be with you and with you too sister/brother" filled the air. The old was gone and the new had come.
Angelina went back home that night cursing the day she had let in another man into her house after her husband's death. That man had to find his way back to his wife and children. In the darkness and under the moon, he walked all the way to his home at Kanyamkago. Such an act had become a sin to Angelina the mother of Otaalo
The church was flocked the following day as it was a worship day. Almost everyone had one or two things to say including public confession of sins. Others like Perpetua (the woman who pronounced her name as P-e-r-p-e-t-u-a) we're getting saved for the thirty-seventh time in a row that year. The church was wild on that day. One person would stand to talk and out of nowhere, another person at the furthest corner would shout, "ooooh Jeoba! Forgive us for we are sinners" and another at the upper corner, "Ooooh King." The children hid their faces behind the backrests to laugh, not understanding how serious things were. The presence of the Holy Spirit existed amongst the congregation. He dwelt amongst them but for how long were they going to keep their garments clean?
Two, three, four months, and my people were still praising the Lord until one day when Kodhek came back from his chang'aa spree and spilled to the villagers that they were all lied to by the film. Sitting in the middle of the dusty road right in front of the market entrance, he mumbled that that was a play done by the whites to confuse the Africans in an urge of making them sing the same song of salvation just as the white men did. He narrated and stated that the man they had seen on the screen on that night was not Jesus son of God but just a fellow man. He laughed so hard, imitating the voices of those who had said a word or two on that night. While others believed him, some refuted the claims citing his drunkenness. Either way, they both had a point but the main thing was finding Christ in His whole Holiness.
Two months later, things were back to normal. The verbal abusers would go about their day throwing insults at one another. Sometimes the abuses were too heavy that only if they were tangible, they would need big trucks to be delivered. But words needed none of that apart from a mouth and a pair of ears. Perpetua went back to physically abusing her husband and visiting the sorcerer in search of wealth. Some men resurrected their paths to Mama Pima's place for a glass or two of her drink
Still, they were the women who were the lead singers. They were staunch Mama Kanisa and they sang Tukutendereza at the highest pitch their voices could reach, hugging fellow Christians with whispers of how God loved them.