Parents are gods.

Three kids woke up one day and hit the road to church. They ended up in a garage and spent the rest of that Sunday quite dishonorably.

Here is what happened. We woke up one Sunday morning in early 2007 and prepared to go to KPC for the 10 o'clock session. Before we left home (zana), as I and aunt Julie were on the breakfast table, while the girls were still bathing and all, she revealed to me about a dream she had had the previous night. Apparently in it, Cindy was involved in some accident but that was a minor. Apparently now she had premonitions that something might go wrong today, and so, on our way out, she cautioned us to be careful and drive carefully.
We got into the car, I remeber it was a Corona or something, which Cindy had borrowed from a friend. Cindy took the wheel. She was the only one who knew how to drive at that time. We got on the Entebbe highway and had a nice cruise towards town, until we got to a diversion on the road, near the Clock Tower. At the same spot, Cindy's phone rang, and Candy, who had it in her hand, leaned over from the back seat to put it in Cindy's reach...
So the situation became one where we were on a diversion point, cars jammed and hooting from behind and infront, and Cindy is supposed to talk on the phone.
It happened! In a fleeting moment, the Corona headlights were flying off, the bumber following suit, a crowd of boda boda goons and passers by cheering...
What had just happened was that our car rammed into a stopping Toyota Double Cabin with UG plates, which had a good metal guard behind, and the poor Corona sustained a substancial facial damage.
What I saw next was a priest figure emmerging from the Cabin front seat, he checked the Cabin for any damages and on finding none, he gave us a brief lecture about driving and then stepped back on board and off he drove. He appeared to have been going to lead a mass somewhere b'se he was in a priestly uniform and had over 8 peopele (women and children) squized inside the Cabin....
By now we had stepped out, examining the damage. A good number of onlookers seemed to be telling us about a nearby garage.
What was interesting to see was Cindy walking around barefooted on soggy ground, in a state I had never seen her in before. She was too terrified to drive, so a mechanic from the nearby garage helped us drive the car to the garage, where we spent the next quarter day....
We manged to get new indicators and replacing the headlights and bumper. Although the scratches were disguised by polish, it would be easy for the owner to tell that something had happened...
From there, the clock was reading about 2 pm and we were so tired and hungry the best thing to do would have been to go back home and eat. But we didn't! Having swore to keep the matter secret, we proceeded to save what was left of a bad day from somewhere...
The dream story told to me in the morning happened to have come true. That is why I concluded that parents are gods.
That was Sunday, and on monday morning, when going to campus in the same car, this time with aunt Julie on board, it was hard not refer to the incident when we got to the same diversion point. I said something about being careful at diversions that got aunt to ask whether something had happened, to which no clear answer came. Ofcourse aunt Juliet will never know the whole story until she reads this. So watch your big mouth!