Stories of Hope

Broken legs, White and Blue striped gowns

photo credit Manzi Rolland

As the month waves goodbye to us, I hope we are well. I hope we find joy in the little things surrounding us! I hope we STAY FOCUSED and starve any distractions getting us off our game.

Life can be chaotic, causing anxiety in our lives, forcing us to look left and right in confusion like a chicken with its chicks that has seen a hawk. But let us look straight ahead and keep our eyes fixed on Jesus, light workers we have got work to do!

As I searched the world for hope pills to be served on our series, I could not resist but bring us the phenomenal Racheal Kizza to wrap up our month. She is an Afrobloggers Awards 2020 winner (Best Lifestyle blog). Please follow her blog on and her socials @rachealkay29 on Twitter and Instagram.

It is such an honour to have you hosted on this blog, my girl! I immensely appreciate your collaboration.

On January 19th, 2017, I tasted blood and soil in my mouth. I tried getting up, but my body felt heavy like a log. Pain shot through my right leg each time I tried to move. People milled around me, all talking at once. My sister Ronnet was with me, but I couldn’t see her. I was in and out of consciousness.

The next thing I knew, I was in Mulago hospital. My leg was tied into a lesu, then dashed into an ambulance set for Mengo hospital (my sister had been taken there). I remember crying out to my brother, `hold my leg” each time we hit a pothole because the pain was excruciating. It’s like his hand was an ointment. I saw his face crease and his big white eyes bulge in pain each time I squeezed his hand. That day I made peace with ambulance sirens because sometimes they have people in dire conditions like myself.

Once at Mengo, more faces, people touching me, talking at once, everything was moving so fast, and all I wanted was for the pain to stop. I was wheeled into a room next to my sister, changed into a hard cotton white and blue striped hospital dress, nothing elegant about it, just a reminder that Mengo still has pure cotton material in their midst. My relatives were everywhere because that is who they are. Once a celebration or bad situation happens, basitukiramu –they all gather.

My Sister and I at Mengo Hospital

Lying on my bed, I heard a voice quote for me, “All things work together for good to those who love the Lord and are the called according to His purpose. Romans 8:28.” I remember being MAAADDDDD!! How dare He (Holy Spirit) tell me that this accident is working out for my good? My sister and I had sustained multiple injuries and broken bones. How was this working out for our good? I didn’t see the point in that verse. There was no light at the end of the tunnel. I was furious with God for letting this happen. Also, my sister was three months pregnant, set to graduate that month from Makerere University. NOTHING WAS WORKING OUT FOR MY GOOD!!

My operation came first and quick. It was successful. Dr Okello, an orthopaedic-the best in the country, if you ask me, was quite the encourager. He encouraged us at every turn and always hoped for the best. Friends thronged the hospital halls daily and at all times. My family was amazed at the number of friends we had. These friends visited throughout the time we were in the hospital, and even when we returned home.

In comes the crutches……

 We were bedridden for a while until they introduced crutches. We did everything in bed, i.e. eating, bathing, toilet breaks, entertaining guests, reading, etc. We spent so much time on our backs that year. 😂😂😂

Physiotherapy followed and became our new normal. Every Friday was physio day at our house. Everything rotated around physio on Sir. Apollo Kaggwa road (location for Dr Okello’s private practice). Our love affair with chicken tonight samosas was birthed. (Y’all need to taste those samosas, especially the chicken flavour. So good!)

During this time, I couldn’t go back to work and therefore had to resign. And the wait began. The wait for a new job. The frustration of applying for this and that job. My mother’s frustrations consumed me, and all I could do was pray and wait some more.

In July 2018, two friends sent me the same job advert. One said to me, ‘it is so you. Apply.’ And I did. I was called in for an interview, and the rest is history. God handpicked me for this opportunity.

My sister didn’t lose her baby. Nor did she experience labour pains. My grandmother concluded by saying, `God knew she didn’t need more pain.” Hehehe!! She gave birth to my son, Isaiah, who is now three years old. The cutest boy I know. ❤😜

I can’t deny that 2017-2018 were some of the most challenging years for the family and me, but God stood steadfast, “ all things work together for good to those who love the Lord and are the called according to His purpose.” We didn’t die. We are still alive. We don’t use crutches anymore. Hospital bills were paid in full, and we never got into debt. We are wholly healed, bones restored. We are both back to work.

There is so much that has worked out for our good since then.

 As you read this, remember Romans 8:28 is your portion. All things are working out for your good whether you see it or not, whether you believe it or not.

30 thoughts on “Broken legs, White and Blue striped gowns

  1. Amen Amen indeed all things work out for our good… thanks alot Rachel for the write up and Sageviv thanks alot for the amazing work you’re doing your blessing souls.

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  2. This is so good. In some way I kinda relate to it. Same years, 2017 – 2018. Thank you Ray for sharing your story. Indeed all things work together for good.

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  3. Ohhh I remember so vividly and the way you were smiling on that bed you ended up encouraging me instead of myself encouraging you indeed All things work together for the good

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  4. Racheal my dear, I cried and at the same time smiled while reading this. First you took me back to Jan 2017 and I just couldn’t hold back the tears. In all that pain we saw the power of God. His mighty healing hand touched both of you and It’s indeed a huge miracle to see you off clutches. I smiled at the bit of your relatives😀. That’s us indeed. Thank you for sharing your story, it’s inspiring, gives hope and encourages us to continue believing and having faith in the Power of God.

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    1. awwwwww Aunt Hella…indeed we saw the power of God that year. I am blessed to have a family that loves like Jesus. We wouldn`t have gotten through those years if it wasn`t for you and every other family member who supported, prayed, shared jokes, food and so much more.

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  5. My Racheal! For overcoming much! For all things working for good. God knew you were still needed to be a blessing to all those that got to know you even after the accident. And you will always be. ❤️❤️

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  6. What a testimony!

    Your smile even on that hospital bed, beautiful! 😍 I’m happy for you, your sister, your nephew and your family. God is good, indeed.

    And oh, Romans 8:28 was exactly what I needed to read this morning.

    Thank you, Viv & Rachel. ❤️✨

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  7. It was such a trying moment… you and Ron were so brave all through, indeed we can never repay the Almighty for this miracle, we just give back all the glory and honour unto Him

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