It all began from a taxi. I was travelling from Kampala to up-country. I was sitting in the back seats of the van near a young woman who looked worried. It’s not my thing to initiate conversations so I kept silent as I sportified. A long the way the driver stopped with request from the passengers to buy some eatables. I love food I had to pull out my 20K note to buy roasted chicken and rock boom. Surprisingly my neighbor didn’t.
I softly asked her do you need some chicken and the response was positive. I gave in more money to the chicken vendor and also topped it up with a cola bottle. Discipline being a norm I had revise my thoughts and said a hey to this young woman.
Slowly we started talking and introducing ourselves to each other and out of the blue I asked why are you travelling. She told me she was leaving expensive clinics of Kampala. I asked why? She said procuring an abortion was so alarming so she wanted to get a cheap abortion facility in Jinja. I kept quiet for a minute wondering how best can I help out a sister.
I didn’t know what to say but I told her: We only Live once. You have not even tested the joy of the young baby. I had no additional words because we had reached jinja. I pulled a paper from my bag and a pen and wrote down my number and social media handles. I gave them to her and said call me in case you need more help.
That’s the only part I did but guess what God had already intervened. She didn’t take minutes before looking through my social handles. And this is what she said to me:
“Timothy”, I changed my mind when I read a post on your Facebook handle that abortion has never been a solution and health care. I did not even look at the abortion facility where the appointment was. I re boarded back to Kampala and the product of your small paper and a pen is baby John. I am here to celebrate a decision I made in a few seconds. Baby john is now living and a gift to me.
Honor and Glory goes back to God.
Say No to Abortion.
By Timothy Waigolo
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