He meant the loss of his pride, the time he could spend counting his cows, and the wealth he might have to give away.
Every Sunday, he walked past the small iron-roofed church where Pastor John Muyizzi preached. He heard the singing. He saw the joy. But he would sneer and say to his son, "These poor people have nothing. They sing because they have nothing to lose. But for a man like me? To follow God? Ekyo kya Mbeera Nene. That is a big price." Tewali Mbeera Nene by Pr John Muyizzi
That night, Waswa gave away his last three cows to the widows of the village. He didn't do it to buy Heaven. He did it because, for the first time, he understood that love had no price tag. He meant the loss of his pride, the
"Pastor," Waswa said, his voice dry as the soil. "I want to buy my way into God's favor. I have a few cows left. I have land. Tell me the price. Ndiwa oluwa. I will pay." He saw the joy