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One Visit, Two Farewells and Three Hours

Regina, Hope, Lynn (carrying Hope's nephew)
The pictures are fairly self explanatory. That's the visit. Edgar Bampata had his first opportunity to visit the parents of Hope Lorna Nakhayenze Kusolo, to ask for her hand in marriage and report of his intention to walk her down the aisle come July 2013. It rained cats and dogs for a bit but when it finally subsided, things went grandly. Mukama Asiimwe.


Regina, Me, Sandra and Paula


On the 22nd of March, 2013, two important men, in their own right, went to eternal rest. The two farewells.

Chinua Achebe, needs no introduction and a lot has already been said about him on many fora. His passing leaves a void where African writing/ literature is concerned. However, unlike many African leaders in whatever field, he seems to have passed on his genius to a good number of writers; Chimamanda Adichie, Binyavanga Wainaina, Aminatta Forna - fairly young people who weave stories so perfectly together just like he did. He will be missed, but he had made his mark and that is a thing of legacy which we desperately need in Africa.

Arthur Ndimbirwe, was my uncle. He was a lawyer. He was soft spoken, yet firm. He was one of my mom's oldest friends. He was ill for a long time and in pain for most of that time, so with that in mind, he really did go to rest at that 2:00 a.m. hour on the night of 22nd.

Rest in Peace, guys, till we meet again.

 On 18th March 2013, it attempted to 'snow' in Kampala. For three hours, I watched as the rain poured. You should have seen those hailstones coming down at once...the pictures below, should elucidate. 
I was in the comfort of my house, albeit feeling unwell, thankfully, and I had to get documentary evidence. 
It may be that the possibility of me seeing some strange things like winter in Uganda, in my lifetime, is not a far fetched one.



Meanwhile, my forever friend Bou had a dream about me fraternizing with a Turk :) It may well be that soon y'all will hear that my postal code has changed to 01000 :) We wait and see!
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