I AM JESUS IN ME
y name is Samuel Amutuhaire, literally meaning that “We asked
for him from the Lord, and He gave him to us” derived from the
book of 1Samuel1:20. It was given to me by my dear parents Mr.
& Mrs. Kosam Bainomugisha, who, I believe, prayed to and believed God to
have me as their first born. I was born on 24th
October, 1993, in Ibanda
which is currently a district. By that time, my father had been transferred to
Ibanda Integrated Primary School as a head teacher and my mother as a
teacher, having been newly and happily wedded in 1992.
I grew up a quiet and healthy baby boy, so heavy, handsome, and never
used to cry a lot. I definitely do not have an idea what happened in my life
from birth up to the age I was able to attend Sunday school.
While in Sunday school, I was taught a lot about God, the bible, heaven,
hell, and other interesting things about life. I used to sing, act in drama,
tried to lead in prayers because I was shy, it was real fun. I loved Sunday
school. But of course, this was not going to be forever, time came and I
had to quit Sunday school after getting confirmed, as it was the tradition.
The rest of my life stories are told in the chapters that follow after this.
My prayer is that you don‟t read this just for fun, let God show you how
faithful, caring, loving, forgiving and enduring He is to us from the time we
are born to the far that He has brought us. I admit that this is a little long,
but I did it this way to show you every detail about my life. Please take your
time to read, no matter how many days it takes, as long as you finish it.
May be this will inspire you to write your own life story, you never know, it
may inspire, encourage or save a soul out there. May God bless you as you
continue to read……
MY LIFE AT IBANDA INTEGRATED P/S.
I started school at a very young age, things of nursery, top, middle, funny
stuff, but I was six when I joined P.1. I was taught by many teachers
throughout school, I might not acknowledge all of them. I enjoyed all the
subjects, except Maths which really gave me a hard time. I will share about
I was a very innocent young boy until life began to change gradually as I
continued my studies through p.2, p.3, and p.4. While in p.4, I made friends,
some were good, some were not good, but all of them impacted my life,
some positively, others negatively, I thank God for both groups, but in this
chapter, I will talk about the “not good” group.
Everyone knows what peer pressure means, that‟s exactly what was about
to ruin my life in p.4. The friends I made at that age were a little older than I
was, and many of the things they enjoyed doing were not all that good.
They used to jazz me the movies they watch every evening after school,
how they would steal, talk about the obscene language they would be
using, name it. You know what happens in peer groups.
Now this did not spare my innocence, I started following suit, using that
language on my sibling at that time, my brother Jotham, stealing from mum
and dad, and other people, enjoying the money they would give to me for
offertory, I thought it was fun, but it really spoilt me.
I started performing poorly in class, and Maths now was even worse. The
only thing that kept me going was he background I got from Sunday school,
and the constant advice I would get from my parents and teachers.
My life became even worse when I reached in p.5, I became so stubborn, I
was so misbehaved at home, and I started getting my parents worried. I did
like my younger brother because every time I would do wrong, he would
report me, and my mum would beat me. My friends seduced me to go to
cinema halls, but I feared, I never went there, but I would steal money, buy
watches, balls for friends to play, eats for them to eat, oh God, I was weird.
During that time, I joined the school choir, after being inspired by my
parents who were trainers in the choir, I started singing, and acting in
drama, and my dad taught me how to play the xylophone. I started being
proud, and as a boy, I would want girls to like me, but most of them were
older than me, and I was shy, so I used to keep a distance, but when I
would get chance, I would try to make votes.
There is one particular thing I thank God for; I was tempted many times, at
different ages to fornicate with different girls (3 in particular), but I really
thank God who would never allow it to happen, and kept me a virgin till
But all this was nonsense, my parents later realized that I was losing the
track, and my teachers had also started giving up on me, and so they
planned to change my school. This did not take long, after my p.5, I was
shifted from Ibanda Integrated School, to Mbarara Junior School, which I
will talk about in the next chapter.
But all in all, my life completely changed n p.4 and p.5, due to the friends I
made, and the decisions I started making out of influence. And by the way
at this age and time, I didn’t know how to wash clothes, cook, cleanup here
and there, and sometimes I would be forced to shower, I was a terrible son.
MY LIFE AT MBARARA JUNIOR SCHOOL.
I was shifted to Mbarara Junior School at the time when I had been
promoted to p.6. I passed my interviews fairly well, and by the time school
reopened, I was ready to go to another school.
Something I didn‟t know was that my parents wanted me to join the
boarding section, and having been at home from the day I was born up to
p.5, I didn‟t like the idea. So I refused to join the boarding section, in the
headmaster‟s office, and my parents had no other option but to look for
another place for me to stay. So stubborn. Am sure they made a few phone
calls here and there, and finally, the family of my beloved uncle and auntie
Mr. & Mrs. Fred & Mercy Tibendezana agreed to host me and take care of
me as I went to school. Good enough they had a daughter at that time who
was going to the same school, but a year ahead of me. So we used to move
together to school every day.
The distance from home to school was a little long, so we had to wake up
early in the morning, prepare breakfast, cook some food to park, and then
walk to school. They never had and still don‟t have a maid, so we had to do
everything by ourselves. Remember I didn‟t even know how to cook water,
so it was a whole new world to me this time. I felt nervous, I missed home,
but I couldn‟t help it, lazy me. Day by day I started learning how to cook,
wash clothes, light the stove, and many other house work activities. It
wasn‟t easy, but I had to do it.
My first day in class was the worst. The first teacher new my parents, and
everything about me mattered to him, the first one being my hand writing. I
was beaten on the first day because of poor handwriting. Oh my, I felt like
flying home, the teacher made to write all the alphabets with a pen, each
one filling 2 lines, until I got it right. Several days after that incident, my
handwriting changed, and I remember I wrote my first letter to my parents,
sending them greetings, with my new handwriting. The days that followed,
Maths became a problem again, I couldn‟t do better, and my teacher really
wanted me to perform, so he was hard on me, gosh, I hated that time.
Day by day, I made new friends, I wasn‟t good at it though, but I tried, it was
so interesting having new friends. I endured all the new and strange things
until the term ended, thank God I was not in any trouble. I went home that
time, and I was eager to tell the stories about how I could cook, wash,
cleanup, name it. It was fun.
Truth is that, my life started changing again, slowly by slowly, I started to
learn to respect people, to behave well in public, look after myself, and
generally I wasn‟t the same.
I went for the second term, life at my new was not any different from trying
to cope with living with a different family, adopting new behaviors, name it.
At school, the administration was informed that I was in the school choir,
the headmaster came to our class and asked me to join the choir
immediately. I was shy, but I had to get used to the new personalities in the
choir that I was going to join. I was on the xylophone again, dancing,
singing and acting. It was fun, I enjoyed it. Of course there were many
scandals, many of them I don‟t quite remember, but I enjoyed my time there.
I remember I was given a gift of a flask for playing the xylophone, haaaa,
that was one of my glorious days in primary school. I remember it was a
speech day, and my mother had come and was seated in the audience, I
didn‟t know, and when they read my name, I saw her come out from the
many, and walked in front and hugged me, man, I felt like, yeah, that‟s my
mama. I really thank God for that time.
Anyway, I tried my best to make things work out in class, made it to p.7,
and at this time, I had to join the boarding section. I had learnt a lot from
my uncle‟s place, and I could somehow manage to take care of myself.
I still cannot say that life was straight at my uncle‟s place, me and his
children made mistakes, we messed things up here and there, but that
would not go without some sort of disciplining, and am really grateful for
that, it shaped us and later made us people of value. That one year turned
everything around, I was completely changed, my speech, conduct and
everything about me was new. I really cannot go on without appreciating
this man‟s family for what they did to and for me.
I can hardly forget one incident that happened while I was still staying
there; one day, my cousin sister forgot to put off the stove well, so it
remained with a fire. She put it under one of our beds, and we all set off for
school. For the whole day, no one would go back home, all of us would go
back in the evening. During that time, I had a bruise on my butt, so I just
came and slept, no one knew about it. While I was sleeping, my uncle and
auntie were seated in the compound, outside the house, and suddenly they
saw some smoke coming out through the window of our bedroom. My
uncle came in to check what was going on, he realized the smoke was
coming from under the bed, so he removed the mattress, guess what, it
came with fire, and the whole room was filled with smoke, as he tried to put
off the fire and take the mattress out, I was suffocated and woke up
coughing, he tried to make sure I moved out safely, gosh, I will never forget
that day. Automatically after the incidence, they asked me why I was
sleeping, because it was unusual, so I had to tell them about my bruise,
and my uncle worked on it, you know those things, so painful. But
generally I thank God I survived being burnt that day, and our house also
survived the fire.
Back to school:
I joined boarding section in p.7 and tried to work hard. I was then joined by
a good friend of mine at that time from my home area [Isaac] and we both
struggled to get the best. We were both stubborn, and so they made us to
sit in the second row in class. We had other 2 stubborn friends, so the
teacher made the four of us to sit together on one desk, we were the only
boys who were sitting together in the whole class. I still had my challenge
of Maths, and every time our papers would be brought, I would be among
the first people to be beaten because we would be having F9s, it was
horrible, but all in all, it was a struggle.
Many things happened, I can‟t remember all of them, but we read, we
played, we had fun, until the long awaited day, when we finished our final
PLE exam. We were so excited, they collected us from school [me and
Isaac], my dad had bought a car, I didn‟t know about that until we reached
home, and vacation started. Isaac and I spent the whole vacation together,
riding car wheels, driving our own made cars, visiting each other, it was
really interesting. My mother promised to buy me a bicycle if I got 10
aggregates and below.
There was a crusade held by a group of missioners from Bugolobi,
Kampala, in our home town on the 31st
of December, 2005, during our
vacation. All along, I had not given my life to Christ, even if I was involved a
lot in Christian things. My dad drove me to town and when we reached at
the crusade, he told me to remain there and wait for him, because he had to
finish some business somewhere. I found my friends there making fun of
what was going on, I joined them, but as time went on, God called me, I
heard Him, so I moved in front, and gave my life to Christ that day. One of
the missioners was my auntie, Juliet, she wrote my name and thanked me
for making the decision. I didn‟t quite understand what I was going into, but
I wasn‟t worried anyway. This is the one thing that would change my life
forever. I, therefore, entered the New Year as a new creation.
Three weeks later, PLE results came but unfortunately, Isaac and I got 13. I
just loved the fact that we got the same aggregates, but I hated the fact that
I missed the first grade by one aggregate. But you know, these things
happen. My first choice was Mbarara High School, I really wanted to be
there. So I trusted this God that I had accepted in my life, things were not
easy for my dad to get the vacancy, but after a long struggle, I was I got
one. I was so excited and happy. That was my first answered prayer. I
started to prepare for the new level of education, environment and life all
together. I will share more about this in the next chapter, where I believe
the best about my life started to happen, you don‟t want to miss this……
MY LIFE AT MBARARA HIGH SCHOOL
My first day at Mbarara High School (Chaapa) is one of those memorable
days I will never forget. It had been my long time desire to join the School,
after being inspired by how they Scripture Union choir would sing and
dance in church every Sunday when we would go for service [Mbarara
Junior School is near Chaapa, so they would lead our service], therefore
that day, I was extra thankful to God for giving me the opportunity to join
that great school. We registered, went to our allocated dormitories, and
settled to start school.
When I reached in my dormitory, [Cairo] I was welcomed by a group of
boys, who took my mattress, case and helped me to lay my bed, and
organized stuff for me. I was thinking, “How can these guys be so kind?”
and the next thing I heard from them was “Give us bunena” to mean
popcorns… of course I was prepared for such, according to the briefing I
had from relatives and friends before I left home. So I gave them and
everything was fine.
I had to rest, wait for supper and start experience the new life altogether. I
really thank God for all he led me through as a new comer, of course we
had to be teased here and there, we had to bring hot water for the old boys,
wash for them, do house work, but God gave me favor, I did what I had to
do, and I never issues with the boys…
The first weekend after reporting, I was looking for somewhere to go, what
to do, people to talk to, and when I was still in that confusion, moving on
the compound, a cousin brother of mine, Mark Bijegye, found me and didn‟t
even ask me if I was doing something, but told me something that kept me
going throughout my school life, and he said, “Come and I take you to a
place you will always be!” He took me to the dining hall where the chapel
choir was practicing from. So from that day, I joined the choir, they
welcomed me and I really felt at home. Now this was the beginning of a
whole new world in my life.
At that time, I was still young in age, (probably 13), and I didn‟t know
exactly how to live like a Christian, I had not surrendered myself wholly to
God, I had not yielded myself to Him, for his service and ministry, so I was
still stubborn a little bit and still had my former weaknesses. (This was
basically between s.1 and s.2)
I remember I used to dodge choir practices and fellowships for football and
watching, sometimes I would attend praise and worship, and then go
immediately after the session, to watch movies with the other students.
In the dormitory, I started getting used to the students, and so many times
we would be making fun, cracking jokes, and all that funny talk…. Infact,
my roommates used to say that they would love to have a lifestyle like mine
if they were to be born again, just because I was living a double standard
life. I had not made clear choices in life, I was both in the world and in the
church, trying to satisfy my fleshly desires, thinking that life had to be like
that; doing what u want, any time you feel like, no stress, no commitments,
generally what many people call “living my own life!”
Because of that, the devil started working out my destruction, I would
dodge fellowships for soccer, cheating exams, trying to find money here
and there so as to buy the luxurious things I wanted like watches, radios,
and would sometimes be tempted to steal some money to buy these things.
I was just a few inches from being messed up, and this faithful God we
serve came to my rescue.
In senior three, I decided to attend the annual scripture union regional
conference, normally held at Chaapa during the second term holiday. The
theme was „Equipped to transform‟, and this was when I met my revival.
The messages that were preached, the facilitators, speakers, generally the
whole package was prepared for me I think. By the end of that conference,
my life had been transformed, I was made new, I saw the light, my mind
was renewed, and I really appreciate that time. I then started making friends
of value, I committed myself to ministry, I let go of my former ways and
started a new life all together. The choice I made that time was the
beginning of the kind of person I am now.
I read the word of God, learnt from Him, submitted to Him, and allowed Him
work within me, and within me. I joined a ministry (Hunger For Christ),
which built me up in faith and ministry (thanks to Timothy Babweteera,
Martin Mbaga, Collins Turyatemba). We would visit the sick in the sickbay,
pray for them, we would meet on Sundays to share the word, and God
really did great things in our lives through it all. The challenge I still had
was with my academic performance. I still had issues with Maths, then
Chemistry and Agriculture. I used to hate them since I was failing them like
no man‟s business. I felt bad! By God‟s grace, in the last term of senior
four, during the last month towards the final exams (UNEB), the Lord
changed my attitude towards those subjects, and with the help of a friend
(Arinaitwe Ernest) whom I used to sit with in class, I managed to
understand the concepts, worked a little harder than before, and at the end
of it all, I scored a Distinction 1 in Maths and credit 5 in both Chemistry and
Agriculture (this was a performance I had never attained throughout my
whole life of study), and excelled with aggregate 22. My parents were
shocked, especially about the way I did Maths, but it was all by the grace of
God. I even composed my first songs during that year, the first one being
Provider which I dedicated to our brothers who had issues with school fees
in our fellowship, then the second one was Ori Ruhanga (formerly He is
Lord), which I did in my vacation, while waiting for my results.
During that time, my faith was so high in that after finishing senior four, I
left my property at school, because I was sure that I would be called on
merit for HSC, and so it was. I was given HED/Ent, but I requested for a
change and I was later given PEM/Art (not to go into so much details), I had
not offered Art in O level, but I believed I would it. We started first term,
experiencing a whole new world again. I stood for class class-monitor ship
and made it. Then second term, I stood for councilor ship and made it,
stood for publicity information secretary and made it on the council
executive. I then got challenges in the fellowship with someone who had
been mentoring and training us in the chapel choir, due to
miscommunications, rumor mongering and a few misunderstandings. I
never knew that god was preparing me for ministry, but after that tough
time, I was chosen as the choir leader on the S.U committee, I even got an
opportunity to compose the theme song for the conference that time,
generally, God continued to be good in my life. Third term of S.5, I got an
experience I will never forget about trusting God, because it was not easy
to get promoted to s.6, but all in all, God made it for me.
A few other things I thank God for during those two years of HSC include;
the accident I had trying to drive my dad‟s car, I knocked our store, the car
was damaged, but I was not hurt. Senior six first term, I was going to bank
my whole amount of school fees (620,000shs by then), and some guy stole
it from me, but still God was faithful, and He provided. During S.6, our elder
sister died towards my mock exams, but still God saw us through it. We
thank the people who stood with us. After S.6, I got an opportunity to go to
Nairobi-Kenya for a Christian camp, I really had fun, and it empowered my
life the more. After that, I got a job at Kibubura Girls School, as a librarian,
and as time went on, I worked as a Computer discussant and lab attendant
at the same time. It was a testing, challenging, life changing and enjoyable
time there also. Being a single girls‟ school, I had to endure the
stubbornness, excitement and all those experiences of working in such an
environment as a young man, but God saw me through still with no spot.
Am grateful to the administration and staff of the school for allowing me to
work with them.
In April 2012, when I was still in my vacation, my mother suffered a kidney
failure and life was not easy from that time till early this year 2013, when
she had a kidney transplant from India. We had a hard time at home,
getting money to pay tuition and fees for my little sister who was starting
senior one at Maryhill high school, my brother who was going to senior,
and myself at campus. We serve a great God, awesome in power, and by
His might, he led His people to support us in love, prayer and financially.
We all got fees and needs, my mum was successfully operated, thanks to
the donor, her sister. I really can‟t say it all.
When I came to the university, I only had the money I had worked for
during my vacation, because all the money at home was being saved for
my mum‟s treatment. By grace, Brother Mark Bijegye, the one who saw me
start senior one in fellowship, offered to have me stay with him, so I didn‟t
have to pay rent, and up to now, am still staying with him, and God has
done great things for us, together. My performance at campus has been
good and I thank God for the course that am doing (Computer Science),
hoping for the best out of it.
My life is now a granary of favor, blessings, hope, joy and happiness. God
has made me a testimony and every time, I encourage myself to be devoted
to what is good, because I believethat there are people out there who are
inspired by my every action, people who look up to me, people I encourage,
and so my prayer is always that God should reign in me, so that all will see
his goodness in me, come to know him through me, and find meaning of
life through the things that He does in my life.
I appreciate the effort and labor of my parents to see me through life, like
paying fees, praying for me, loving me, encouraging and teaching me, and
may God satisfy them with long life.
I also appreciate the friends that saw me grow in Spirit, by being patient
with me in ministry, teaching me and helping me understand the word of
God, loving me, praying for me, Friends who have been there for me in time
of hardship and trouble, friends who care, I really do not take it for granted
that God brought such people into my life.
There are definitely a lot of things I did not write about because I cannot
completely explain the details, [they are better said, than written] but I
believe as I continue with life, the testimony will also continue to be bigger
and bigger... Though, I strongly believe that what I wrote about can be
helpful to someone who really has not found the real meaning of life, or
someone who thinks that may be some people never do or go through
certain things in life, but at the end of the day, you will find that its only by
grace that we can stand.[2 Cor 12:9 But He said to me, My grace (My favor and
loving-kindness and mercy) is enough for you [sufficient against any danger and
enables you to bear the trouble manfully]; for My strength and power are made
perfect (fulfilled and completed) and show themselves most effective in [your]
weakness. Therefore, I will all the more gladly glory in my weaknesses and
infirmities, that the strength and power of Christ (the Messiah) may rest (yes, may
pitch a tent over and dwell) upon me! AMP]
May God open the eyes of your heart that you will see Him, that you will
completely yield yourself to Him, so that your life will bear much fruit, and
you will never remain the same. God bless you, as you also live to tell your
testimony about the goodness of the Lord.