By Enid Ahumuza
A month after you went home, It’s sinking in, you are gone
Am taking stock.
You taught us work as an ethic, you worked, worked and worked and when you finished working, you worked some more..
You knew no gender lenses, you taught us to ignore patriarchy and be the absolute best we can be, and if it would kill some people so be it.
You taught us to pursue, fight for, and defend our convictions with truth on and off camera, and win, no matter who or what.
You taught us to be selfless, serve humanity, share what we treasure most, expecting nothing in return, “if you want to reach far move with others” you often said.
You taught us to be humble, you were small enough for all of us, in spite of all the offices, their power, the glamour, you had time to laugh with, listen to, urge us, mentor us, we, not the mighty and powerful, but us the lowly, the strays, you patiently listened, empowered us not with lectures but actions.
You taught us to move on (muvonu), what matters is not what happens to you, but what you do about it.. fight on, carry on, keep moving, don’t give up, tomorrow will be better, follow your heart…
“do what you like and let them talk”
My only regret, I never told you how much you meant to me.
If you can hear me, I revered you, my leader, my anchor, my counselor, my monitor, my tranquillizer, my defender, my promoter, I thought I had time to tell you this. I should have said it regularly, at every opportunity, forgive me for not telling you.
I promise you, I am lost right now, but it’s temporary, am struggling but for a while, I will sober up, no more butetsi, am going to grow up. I will start again and I will keep moving.. like you often said.
“I shall manage”, I must manage.
For me, you will only die when my heart stops beating, so long patriotic, son of Uganda.