We like Sophie Cunningham. I like Sophie. Yeah, you’d have a lot of men wanting to go and watch her. She is beautiful. You probably wouldn’t mind her on a team. Not to help you with points, but to help you with attendance. The attendance would be great. You have a lot of men wanting to go and watch her. She is beautiful.

Remember, the official news has not yet come out. We are still under speculation. In fact, the real people with the news are the boda guys. You grab a jaj, and before you even settle your buttocks well and grab his waist, he asks, “Gwe okimanyi Luwis Hamildon yasuze ku State House?” As you are still trying to figure out who Hamildon is, he will go on to assure you that he even touched one of F1 cars. “Gwe, nayitiddeko awo Entebbe. Omuzungu yayiye dda emotoka! Obwedda ennyonyi zizireeta.”

But let me tell you two last stories. One time I was flying from Uganda to Rwanda, and there was this white guy I ended up having a chit-chat with. The normal flight convos of, “Where to? What are you going to do? How was Uganda? How long will you be wherever you are traveling to?” So the white guy responds, “I work in Uganda, but every last week of the month I travel to Rwanda to look for some peace. Kampala is so noisy, the air is too polluted, the environment is too congested.”

“Surely a moving man will meet his fortune one day.” So don't stop moving or think that your inadequacy today is the end of the world.

This article wasn’t supposed to start like this. Unfortunately, I had to write it this way, and you had to read it this way.

Unfortunately, I don't know how I can now uplift you as you lie speechless physically, but busy educating the other angels in heaven. The news of your death crushed every bone in my body. Your birthday passed, but adulthood had me moving up and down, thinking I would make a call sometime when I am relaxed and settled. Indeed, part of adulthood is learning to live with the quiet grief of those we have lost.