To Keith, Matthew and Arthur
On behalf of the Monks
The young men who frequented your home in Buganda Road
Ate all your food and drank all your juice
On behalf of those adoloscent filled boys
That took over your sitting room and made it their own
Slept in your beds and enjoyed your company
Those who joked on the phones and made prank calls to Mom at work
We cried and laughed in that house
When love relationships failed
We converged and strengthened each other
When jobs went right we celebrated at the kitchen table
At cleaned out the fridge
On behalf of those young men
Who looked up to Shiela
Sometimes as sunday school teacher
and then as tough big sister
But also as the one with rare jokes
And a beautiful smile
We mourn deeply with you
Keith, Matthew and Arthur
Our sister Sheila was amazing and loving
We are all speechless and our Whatsapp Group is now silent
We loved you Shiela
We respected you
We honoured you and enjoyed being with you
Yours was a melting pot
Where our Ganda, Alur, Toro, Nyoro, Kiga and Nyankole roots merged
We know that Shiela is in glory
We know she will tell Mom
About how far we have come
We still love the Lord
We have grown to live our lives
We honour our wives
We love justice, we are present fathers
We work hard and do mercy
and we bless the Lord for having known Sheila, her brothers Keith and Matthew
Their dear wives, children and extended family
Rest in glory Sheila
We are the Monks
Very grateful for the impact on our lives
Amen
