A very narrow definition of a family is a group of one or more parents and their children either living together or interacting as a unit. This is not the definition I am using. I am referring to Family, not a family,
An event of high significance to me and my wife happened recently, for which we were virtually pinching ourselves to prove that it was true. The event was our 50th wedding anniversary.
Fatherhood is one of the most defining moments of one’s legacy as a man. For a woman it is motherhood. As parents, we make decisions that affect our children and very often, they have no say in these matters. This is the point I want us to think about.
This is a tribute to a relative and friend that died following a brief illness and whose passing left those of us that were close to her feeling cold and perplexed about God’s so-called ways. She was deeply patriotic without seeking to justify her political views, active in the background
The other day I went to a function. A traditional function of the last funeral rites of a dear friend of mine who passed away about two months ago. This function made me reflect even further on what makes us who we are, where we come from. This traditional function is extremely important to the Baganda.
There are many things we take for granted and do without much thought. One of them is being at home. We grow up in homes and we live in homes. When we are old enough to go to school, we would go home every day after school, if we are in a day school, or for holidays, if we are in a boarding school.