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Bryant Kairugavu :-)

It is not everyday that you meet a person with two names that are both rare :-)...(at least this is what I thought when I first met this young Sir :-) )...Am not great with numbers, so I do not remember date or year...all I know is I was in Makerere Law school at the time.
I thought he was funny, his accent made him stand out, he reminded me of my little brother Jeremiah. For me, these were reasons enough to get me interested in him. We began to talk. We shared confidences. We had some good laughs. We studied together. I asked him to my Bible studies. We became friends; not chums, buddies, gangos or tights...FRIENDS...
Today he is a year older and I have only just found out that his name (Bryant) is of Gaelic origin and these three words are used to 'define' it; NOBLE, STRONG, VIRTUOUS...
I am in agreement with that definition where my friend Bryant is concerned...Since time immemorial, debates have been had about names and their role in 'defining' the character of someone...I am of the school of thought that thinks names have very much to do with the character of a person, any person...
This post is in your honour my friend, may you live to wear false teeth; noble, virtuous, strong...
xoxoxo...

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