(Spoken,
emotional)
Yeah…
My
name
is
Bboda…
But
they
call
me
Uncle
B.
Born
in
August…
One
of
ten
children.
Life
didn't
come
soft.
Life
didn't
come
easy.
But
looking
back
today…
I
can
see
God's
hand
in
every
chapter.
This
is
my
story…
Part
One.
I
was
born
in
August,
one
of
ten
in
the
family
Life
was
hard
but
my
mother
raised
us
faithfully
Grade
Three,
that's
when
my
father
passed
away
I
was
just
a
little
boy,
didn't
know
what
to
say
I
didn't
cry,
maybe
I
didn't
understand
I
didn't
know
that
You
were
holding
my
hand
Oh,
praise
Him,
through
the
silence
and
the
pain
Yes
Lord,
there
was
mercy
in
the
pouring
rain
From
porridge
to
purpose,
the
journey
was
long
But
in
the
valley,
Lord,
You
gave
me
a
song
For
my
mum,
for
my
friends,
for
the
ones
I
hold
near
I
see
Your
grace
through
every
passing
year
Oh,
thank
You
Jesus,
You
never
let
go
My
story
is
proof
of
the
love
that
I
know
Ten
hungry
faces
gathered
'round
the
kitchen
table
We
were
weak,
but
Lord,
You
made
us
able
Empty
bowls,
but
our
hearts
were
full
of
hope
With
every
struggle,
Lord,
You
gave
us
the
rope
To
climb
the
mountain,
to
rise
above
the
lack
I
look
at
my
life
and
I
can
never
look
back
Glory,
glory,
for
the
lessons
in
the
strife
Amen,
for
the
beauty
You
poured
in
my
life
From
porridge
to
purpose,
the
journey
was
long
But
in
the
valley,
Lord,
You
gave
me
a
song
For
my
mum,
for
my
friends,
for
the
ones
I
hold
near
I
see
Your
grace
through
every
passing
year
Oh,
thank
You
Jesus,
You
never
let
go
My
story
is
proof
of
the
love
that
I
know
I
see
the
hand
of
God
in
the
chapters
of
the
past
Building
a
foundation
that
was
meant
to
last
Uncle
B,
still
standing,
by
the
grace
of
the
King
Through
the
winter
season,
hear
my
spirit
sing
Yes
Lord,
I’
m
walking
in
the
purpose
You
gave
From
the
very
start,
You
were
there
to
save
So
to
my
mother,
you
fought
the
fight
so
well
Your
prayers
were
the
fortress
where
we
used
to
dwell
To
my
friends
and
my
family,
we’
ve
come
such
a
way
Walking
in
the
light
of
a
brighter
day
It’
s
Uncle
B,
telling
of
the
wonders
You’
ve
done
My
life
is
a
story
that
has
only
begun
From
porridge
to
purpose,
the
journey
was
long
But
in
the
valley,
Lord,
You
gave
me
a
song
For
my
mum,
for
my
friends,
for
the
ones
I
hold
near
I
see
Your
grace
through
every
passing
year
Oh,
thank
You
Jesus,
You
never
let
go
My
story
is
proof
of
the
love
that
I
know
From
porridge
to
purpose,
yes
Lord
My
story,
part
one,
and
I’
m
standing
strong
Hallelujah,
thank
You
for
the
grace
Uncle
B,
forever
resting
in
Your
embrace
Amen.