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By Robert Rutaagi
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In June 2001, I attended and emerged the best candidate of a highly competitive interview. The two runners-up were self-assured cadres of the ruling political party. Each believed was the ordained successful candidate for the job.
According to the law establishing the organisation, the line Minister was the appointing authority empowered to appoint any of the three candidates. The Chairman of the Board, which was divided on the matter, presented, to the minister, the three names, in the order of performance,
Three months later, I was appointed the CEO. I received a lukewarm welcome, especially from the chairman and secretary of the Board. The latter doubled as the Corporation Secretary. He was a Moslem. I was a Christian.
I received some information that the Christian fellowship in the organisation, for many months, had been praying for appointment of a born-again CEO. When the Islamic faction, led by, now, my corporation secretary, heard of this, they, too, organized special prayers [duwas] in various mosques to pray to Allah for appointment of their own. The lot had fallen on the Corporation Secretary, himself, who strategically applied but was never shortlisted as he lacked basic requirements. He even attempted to manipulate the advert but failed.
After carefully studying the corporate and business environment, I submitted my restructuring report to the Board which approved. The results were amazing. Government gave more money, the Bank approved a generous overdraft facility, procurements, sales, net profits, assets and the corporate image all improved dramatically.
As these positive changes were taking place, opposition intensified, too, and resistance also increased in equal measure. Sabotage, adverse publicity in print and electronic media, witchcraft and poison threats all manifested.
At the height of these conflicts, something unusual happened. One Monday, after work, I went to check on a survey work that was being done on my recently acquired urban land. Reaching there, I stepped out of my car and moved towards where surveyors were busy working. Suddenly, I was ferociously hit by a huge cross-breed bull. I did not see it come! I fell down. The shouts from my driver and herdsmen scared the damn bull, which fled before gorging me and trumping on me.
The men came and lifted me up. I could no longer stand on my legs. My right leg was facing in the opposite direction. Both my tibia and fibula bones had been severely fractured.
I was rushed to the nearest hospital theater, put under full anesthesia and operated upon for four hours. All that time, I did not feel any pain. Hours later and for over eight months, bed-ridden, I experienced excruciating pain.
After a reasonable recovery but still in crutches, I reported back for work. My opponents had had all the time for planning and execution of all sorts of evil plans. They were only waiting for me to sign my prison or death warrants whichever would come first. Adverse publicity, sabotage, witchcraft and poison threats and open conflicts were all galvanized. Anti-retroviral drugs for HIV/AIDS patients, worth millions of dollars, had been deliberately made to expire, sporadic thefts of more drugs, losses of funds and assets were discovered by auditors or reported by hungry journalists and whistle blowers – courtesy of my opponents, their allies or paid agents.
As these events were being ingenuously orchestrated, the end of my contract was soon approaching and being monitored for a climax. And it came on 31 December, 2006 without any chance to negotiate for renewal. But even before the end of my employment came, end of my life, too, had been carefully planned.
One day, in my last month, I entered my office only to be welcomed by the strangest smell of a chemical I had ever smelt. Working in a pharmaceutical corporation for several years, many years of hospitalization, no such a smell had ever been experienced. The effect of that chemical on my life was devastating. After that I onerously struggled to end my contract alive.
For four years, without a job or energy to do one, I was bed-ridden. All my abilities [vision, appetite, energy, sexuality, reading and writing, reason…] vanished. Tests and diagnosis diagonised and proved: diabetes, HBP, insomnia and mature depression. Family and friends resorted to prayer. God answered back. On 29 May 2009, I woke up totally delivered. I praised God.
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Red Ink: try reading your article aloud, word for word to find missing articles and such.
Thank you for sharing your story with us, praise God and His Sovereign power and grace for delivering you.
Blessings to you~
It amazed me that this was a true story. God must have seen a great leader and a dedicated heart to His service in you.
In the first paragraph, Each believed [he] ... I also had no idea what an advert is.
Keep writing.