A Phone Call To You Papa

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A lot has changed surely. Things have gone from bad to worse.

Hallo..greetings..

Its been quite long since your demise. We still pray to the almighty to forgive your misdeeds and grant you paradise. A lot has changed surely. Things have gone from bad to worse.

The seven of us are still alive. Mama even grew some gray hair. The baby you left in her womb is now a grown man! A perfect replica of your calm demeanor. She named him in memory of you.

He is now an avarice and a complete shadow of the man you gave up your life for. The echoes of those gunshots taking you out still sound fresh

Museveni still lives by the way, yes!! And sadly, he plans to rule till death. Only fate knows for sure. He is now an avarice and a complete shadow of the man you gave up your life for. The echoes of those gunshots taking you out still sound fresh. My hands quiver and my heart sinks to the reality that I have called to lament.

I am now living in the village plot you bequeathed us. Your business partner uncle Bob forcefully took over the entire estate. We lost the Kampala house to the so called investors who claimed ownership.

Mum worked tooth and nail to see all of us through school

We tried to process your pension but in vain. On the grapevine, it was swindled by the powers that came to be.

Mum worked tooth and nail to see all of us through school. Unfortunately, we all failed to get jobs. We are now in an environment where nepotism reins.

I had started a small business on the dirty but busy Kampala streets but a one Musisi chased us away. So I retreated, beaten and humbled, to till the not-ever-giving land.

We now wait direly for divine intervention; we keep our fingers crossed for a brighter dawn

Naamu went to Saudi Arabia, yes!! She’s a toilet cleaner there. Musa rides a boda boda. He sold off his part of the Kibanja and bought one. The rest, slipped into oblivion perhaps. It’s been long since I heard from them.

We now wait direly for divine intervention; we keep our fingers crossed for a brighter dawn. I work even harder than you cautioned me. Your bones interred, but your legacy didn’t.

I fight, with great zeal and determination, to put an end to this predicament and make your name shine again. Bye for now; till we meet again, regards from the ever angelic Maama.

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