Every thing has an expiry date

You should all know that no condition is permanent every thing has an expiry date. I learnt this a hard way;  I regret my past life. ( what goes around comes back around).

My name is Jovia Mbambu, I am 51 years old. I am actually approaching expiry time.
I was once a very successful woman, I was among the first people in Kasese to start a business of supplying Hima Cement.

I used to go to Mauritius, Seychelles, Dubai, China etc,to order things for sell around Kampala.
I was once married to the late Henry M and God blessed us with Two children, Alex born in 1984 and Bright born in 1987.

I Regret the mistakes my husband and I made.
My husband and I had so much money, but We never used to entertain visitors in our house.
we isolated ourselves from all our relatives.
It was only my husband, the kids and I.

We never used to attend functions organised by our poor relatives and we also never used to attend funerals whenever a poor relative died.
_To us it was a share waste of time.
Visitors were not welcomed at our place and in unlikely event that we received a visitor, my husband and I would give that visitor a silent treatment.

We would get our kids and go spend a night at the hotel,leaving the visitor at home with the maid and the garden boy not knowing our expiry time was on the way.

And we would make sure we lock the fridges and the store room before leaving the house.
Only well to do visitors were welcome at our place.

_Relatives would come home asking for money to pay for their Children’s school fees but my husband and I never used to assist them.
In 1997 my husband’s nephew,who used to live in the village came home kneeling, asking for exam fees for his final exams at Makerere University.

We had money in the house but we could not help him, the boy ended up missing his exams.
Then again there was a relative called Monica who came from Kasese, she was hit by a vehicle on Mbarara Kasese high way and sustained a broken knee.

She was admitted at Kagando hospital for two months, and doctors advised that she should be taken to Mulago hospital for Orthopaedic.
Her elder sister called my husband asking for money but we refused to help.

The girl ended up having her leg amputated.
She became depressed and died a few months later.

My husband and I were too excited with wealth,We did not care what our relatives were saying behind our backs.

As time went by, My husband Started having difficulties maintaining a steady stream of urine,he started experiencing excessive urination at night, frequent urination, urge to urinate and leaking, and urinary retention.
I took him to the hospital where he was diagnosed with stage 4 prostate cancer.
A surgery called radical prostatectomy was immediately recommended.

The doctors removed the entire prostate gland plus some of the tissue around it, including theseminal vesicles,but it was too late, he died a month later on August 19, 2008.

Then after his death, things started to go wrong.
My husband left a lot of debt, we had to sell all the properties, including the house to pay off the debts.

We shifted from Minister’s village in Ntinda to the village in Kasese district, where we started living in an incomplete house with no running water and electricity.
My first born son was then at Makerere University in second year studying Law.
He had to drop out of school due to lack of money.
My children grew up rich, they did not know how poverty felt like.

It was their first time experiencing poverty.
I blame myself for their up-bringing because we really spoiled them when they were growing up.
My children became depressed and became drunks.

They all shifted from the village house and started living in shifty compounds.My first born Son, Alex started living with an elderly woman in Mbarara, while my other son, Bright moved to Fortipotal where he started living with his friends.

Alex became addicted to alcohol and drugs and in 2012 he got very sick, he was found with tuberculosis.
He was put on medication.
He lost a lot of weight and became very dark as a result of taking the TB drugs.
And when he was discharched from the hospital I convinced him to come live with me in the village.

His health improved a bit and when he felt better, he ran away from home,went back to his elderly woman and stopped taking his medicine.
About eight months later he was back at hospital , and this time his health had deteriorated.
He started coughing blood and died.
My son was buried just like an animal.
There was no money to buy a coffin,
Non of my relatives wanted to have anything to do with my family.

I had to sell my phone in Kasese town at 150,000 and I had to go to the local market where a carpenter made a confin for my son and that is how he was buried.

Then in 2015, Bright also died.I am told he had an STI and did not tell anyone.
He was found dead in an unfinished building in Mbarara

His friends bought a coffin and that was how he was buried. His expiry time was too early.

And to make matters worse the owner of the house in the village in Kasese plans to complete the house so he asked me to vacate the house.
Life has been hard for me, my relatives have all abandoned me.

Things are just hard in my life.I am now renting a bedsitter Kidodo Kasese town.
I sold the last assert I had, a piece of land at 4 millions and used the money to pay rentals for three months in advance and invested the balance chicken feeds.

I do not know where I will find money to pay for rent when it is due in November because the business is making loses. Everything seems to be in expiry time.

What goes around comes back around, the measure you use in treating others is the same measure others will give you, the law of gravity says whatever goes up it will surely comes down…. Treat others well when things are well so that when things are bad people will accommodate you and know that no condition is permanent every thing has an expiry date