It was a 2hrs journey defined from Kampala passing through the then battle fields of Luwero to Nakasongola. With the road consisting of mostly heavy cars, it continues upto Uganda-South Sudan border. I stopped at Nakasongola.
Sun rays containing high degrees of heat capacity strike the green environment of the area making it turn into goldish and easier to burn incase need arises.
Dispersed houses decorate the area and it's never easy to reach the neighbourhood if escaping from danger. Neighbours are not in a stone's throw.
As people were busy celebrating boxing day, Mzee Sali Herbert was breathing his last. He was a father to my friend Ms.Robina the proprietor of House of Health Medical Centre. Mzee was struggling with both diabetes and cancer.
28th/Dec got me prepared to attend the burial ceremony at Nakasongola district where the deceased had his home. It was sorrow and grieve on the side of friends and relatives.
At exactly 11am, 11 in number, we set off for the journey. We passed via areas of kasubi, kawala and Bwaise. Through those regions you can easily tell whether Kampala is a capital or a rural area.
The houses are not in good condition and reaching Kazo it was worse. The football pitch had no grass at all apart from dust. It was surrounded with sand trucks on either side.
We proceeded to areas of Kawempe, kagoma, kawanda and Matuga. I don't know why most towns in that region start with "K". But just know that those are rural-urban areas.
From Matuga we joined Bombo town. Bombo is mostly comprised of Banubbi tribe who originated from Northern Uganda during the 1970s.
I noticed no serious farming in Luwero apart from growing pineapples in plenty plus maize. Pine trees are also planted largely but to a few who have money and land.
Finally we arrived in Nakasongola where the burial ceremony was. Getting out of the car, the first thing was to look for Ms.Robina and comfort her. She was happy to see us and words of wisdom where shared among us.
Mzee Sali was made to rest at 3:49pm, we got back to our cars and embarked on a journey to Kampala. I can't forget roasted meat we crushed on our way back home. I still pray for Ms.Robina to be more strong than she was before the leaving of Mzee Sali.
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