I started going for lunch time mass at Christ The King, a while back when I was a bit troubled. I could not get my mind to settle. I would describe my mind at that time as Monday morning traffic chaos in Kampala just before the traffic policeman/woman calmly arrives to start their shift. So I took myself to the one place my mother taught me to go. Church. I had hoped I’d...

Today I was nearly swallowed up by all my worries Am I helping or am enabling this family member? How do you help someone, when they don't think they need help? When do I help? and when do I step back?  Will I achieve what I have been tasked with  this week? Did that person really try to throw me under the bus? Should I take another Panadol to help this anxiety...