Yesterday was a celebration of heroes’ day in Uganda. It’s a day to remember the fallen soldiers who fought for the liberation of the country. While on face book, a friend was complaining how heroes’ day celebrations were ridiculous and he asked who the heroes are?
The questions got me thinking and then I started remembering my uncle who passed away two four days ago. Saturday was his burial in Iganga. On Friday I had just come back from Kigali and to be welcomed to the sad news of my uncle’s death.
I could not help tears dropping down my chin, because the thoughts of his permanent absence were too much for me. My Uncle was unbelievably humble, hardworking and wished for everyone to have an education even when he did not see any black board in his life time. During the tough times at the university, he used to sacrifice the little he had to pay for some of my school dues and transport to the university. He was a very good cook, something that is carried in the family blood.
Uncle Joseph lived a troubled and hopeless life but never gave up till death took him. He used to smoke and also found solace in his Uganda Waragi (Ugandan strong spirit) bottle. One day he drank a lot of Uganda Waragi and forgot his way back hope and found shelter under a tree, where he spent a night.
His burial was flocked by many friends, workmates, relatives and family members which demonstrated how loved he was by the people he spent time with.
My Uncle taught me to be humble and respect even those who I am better than. He shared the little he had with me when I was stuck and could not find money to go to the university. Its in this regard that I consider Uncle Joseph a HERO to Me.
May his soul rest in eternal peace!!!!
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
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