Tewali Mbeera Nene By Pr John Muyizzi «Deluxe × 2026»

Pastor John smiled and placed a hand on Waswa’s shoulder. "That is the good news, my brother. Tewali mbeera nene. There is no big price—because the price has already been paid. Not by you. Not by your cows. Not by your land. By the blood of the Lamb."

In the rolling green hills of Mpigi, where the morning mist clung to the banana plantations like a blessing, lived a wealthy landowner named Waswa. He was known for two things: his vast herd of Ankole cattle and his stubborn heart. Waswa believed in transactions. To him, God was a distant King who demanded a high price for entry into Heaven—a price Waswa thought he could afford. Tewali Mbeera Nene by Pr John Muyizzi

That night, Waswa gave away his last three cows to the widows of the village. He didn't do it to buy Heaven. He did it because, for the first time, he understood that love had no price tag. Pastor John smiled and placed a hand on Waswa’s shoulder

And as the rains finally came, washing the dust from the hills, Pastor John Muyizzi stood at the pulpit and declared to the congregation: There is no big price—because the price has

"Waswa," the pastor said softly, "you have been asking the wrong question. You keep asking, 'Mbeera ya ki?' — 'What is the price?' But God is not a market stall. You cannot bargain with the Creator."

Pastor John stood up, his face calm but his eyes sharp as a prophet’s. He looked at Waswa’s trembling hands, then at the empty sky outside.