GaHiSco (aka Gayaza) reminisce...

This is possibly the only time in the year that I actually miss being in secondary school. I just really miss Gayaza at Easter time. I totally(ok, maybe not totally) did not mind that we did not get to go home for that break but stayed at school. We had such a great programme! It began from Palm Sunday. This year, I realised that it was Palm Sunday towards the end of the day when I was checking out my facebook page! Imagine!!!!! We had even gone to church but nada palms! Nada Hosanna in the highest!!! Nada! At least in Uganda, the boda boda guys remind you cause almost everyone has a palm leaf. I did not see any palm leaves this year in this Bulaaya of mine :-(

In school,the A-levels would do an Easter play- Part one on good Friday, finishing the story on Easter night. And how I loved Easter morning! We would rise early and join the chapel choir, walking around the whole school from teachers' houses to the different girls' dormitories starting at 5a.m singing Easter carols and shouting: The Lord is Risen. Then, waiting for the people we are singing to to respond: He is Risen indeed(if they were awake). The service that followed was such a big deal especially when I was in S.1- People came to school with Easter 'veeh'(clothes) which was a new concept as I had never had clothes specifically for Easter. I felt a little left out but eventually found a way to make it work. I remember a friend styled my hair using papers which I had to sleep with in my hair from the previous night. I think the hairstyle helped. I loved the carols: He is risen; Up from the grave He arose; He is risen,risen,risen :-)

Even in the absence of such nice tradition, I am still able to enjoy this period. And that is not just cause of the public holidays(for which I thank You Lord!) but because I do realise how big a deal this all this. He that endured humiliation on the cross; He that bore the weight of the sin of the world- so much that the Father turned His face away; He that conquered sin and death and rose again triumphant; He is my Saviour. He is my Lord.

He died. But, He rose again- Hallelujah! The story does not end with dying.