Many years back I started my journey of becoming a priest. The fact is, to me it seemed a very long journey. So I decided to take one day at a time. I remember with certainty my burning bush experience that attracted me to the priesthood. When I was a little boy, after the visit of John Paul II, my mum explained the role of a priest to me and from that day my desire to serve God as a priest developed and grew stronger.

On a chilly evening after a heavy down pour, I made my way to the home of a young seminarian named Joseph. Moving through the narrow muddy road of Wabidduku village, surrounded by numerous plantations I found the humble home of Joseph. There I found one main house surrounded by a well cultivated banana plantation and two huts, one that belonged to Richard (Joseph’s elder brother) and the other that belonged to Joseph’s family. It is in this hut that I met happy family members enjoying their lunch. They invited us for lunch and so I joined them. Meanwhile, we exchanged numerous pleasantries until Joseph and his parents were ready for the interview.