The year was 1993. After going through a rather tedious registration process at the Deputy Headmaster’s office and presenting every item on the long list of school requirements, I was now a Senior One student at Busoga College Mwiri. Like anyone that was joining boarding school for the first time, I was not sure what to expect. My mother had labelled everything I carried to school clearly with my names, it was so hard to miss. I had been told by my brother Gilbert who was in senior two in the same school, that the bigger boys were bullies and that I should just be nice to them and give them whatever they ask for.
As soon as I arrived at my dormitory at about noon, I was warmly welcomed by a group of smartly-dressed senior two students that had been tasked with welcoming us to the school. One of the boys that made me feel very welcome that day was a gentleman called Humphrey Kiingi, now popularly known as Hum Kay. I had known him loosely from Victoria Nile School in Jinja where we both went for primary school. He along with other boys helped me carry my suitcase, basin, jerry can and the other large and extremely heavy metallic blue trunk that contained the most important items I needed to survive in school; my grub case.
One afternoon a couple of weeks later, Hum Kay came to my dormitory to check in on me. As we sat on my bed and talked, he started to preach. I know now that his agenda was actually to share the gospel with me. I don’t quite remember whether it was the gospel as I’ve come to know it, or a concoction of God’s love and the fear of burning in hell for eternity. (You know that story where they say your pinky finger burns for one thousand years?) Anyway, what I remember about that evening is that he preached for so long that I realized I was going to miss my supper in the dining hall. I had to make a decision fast, I had to choose between getting born-again or missing my supper. (Don’t judge me, I was in Senior One) I got born-again, grabbed my plate, appetizer and dashed to the dining hall! Up until now, I don’t remember the exact day I got born-again. Hum kay has reminded me of the date several times but I always forget. (Hum Kay, when you read this, please remind me of this date.)
After I got born-again, Hum Kay never gave up. He began the task of following me up. He would check on me regularly and even pick me up to go for the Scripture Union fellowships on Wednesday and Saturday evenings where I met with like-minded people. That is when I got hooked on Jesus. I immediately joined the Scripture Union choir and started singing. That was the beginning of my worship leading and song writing journey. Together with Hum Kay and other friends, we later started the boy band ‘The I AM Family’.
I would like to honour Hum Kay for being bold enough to witness to this young timid senior one boy. I never knew that meeting one person can totally change the trajectory of one’s life. This is what happened to me that evening in Willis house when you shared the very little gospel you knew with me.
Thank you, Hum Kay for being one of the #MenThatShowedMeJesus. Thank you for being a #ManOnTop.
Hum Kay is an artiste, songwriter and worship pastor with Kingdom Tabernacle in Buwate. His latest album ‘Christmas from Africa’ is available for sale. You can find out more about him at www.humkay.com or follow him on Facebook.