ADIEU MY BROTHER

Fare thee well 'General'
That is the most recent title i bestowed on you
Fare thee well my Brother
In agony i cry

You were my teacher
Forever i will be grateful
You taught me the Lord's Prayer,
You taught me to confront the dark.
You taught me to hold my own.
You carried me high on your shoulders.

Like Rwabigumire, you were born a quiet diplomat.
My respect you earned
From when i was but a toddler.
Cool headed, fearless, gentle.
I never heard you raise your voice.
I never saw you brawl

Smiles, laughter and humor were your guests 'AlHajji'.
Yet your principled stances guarded you always.
Peace adorned your footstep
Bitter feuds evaded your light

You were our friend
You were MY friend
You remain our 'Grasshopper Rebel'.
Our Mediator
Our sensibility
Our Editor -in- Chief
You remain a true son of Toro
Handsome, cool and loyal

We will remember you
As the epitome of gentility in life as in death.
As you simply uttered 'O God O God'
and bade this life farewell.

We lay you to rest today
In the beautiful land of Toro
We will always love you.
Our brother
Our Leader
Our AlHajji

WE CLIMB...

The world throws certain things at us which can be really tough.

Our job is to toughen up as much as we can and also to be wise and avoid those boulders that come running down the hill at us ( we might sometimes fail to duck in time but that is still ok).


The most important thing is that we shall always rise up and climb this hill of life ( or is it a tree?).


More interestingly, sometimes we find broken branches disguised as strong ones and we step on them and fall...but we still get up, dust ourselves and climb again-


(June 14, 2011)