Today I had planned to attend the IT and Computer Science finalists dinner, which is going on at Spectrum as I write this. I had booked a ticket for two, but when Cindy sent me the text about not being able to come, I also changed my mind about the dinner and instead went visiting a long time not see uncle. I called him for a greeting and he told me how he had got sick and that I should go see him. So I set out at 5 pm to visit David in Seeta, as you go to Mukono. He stays in a place inside Seeta, along Namilyango road.
What I found at his residence is not worth talking about, but there is something else worth talking about.
He showed me lots of memorandum booklets and a certificate of registration pertaining to an NGO called DAHENY RESEARCH CENTER, which he formed with his friend called Henry. DAHENY, meaning (David and Henry) is to help communities in various ways and projects, to be funded by donors. He is still processing more documents regarding the organisation's legality and we can only pray for the best in his endavours.
I told him I would make a website for his organisation if it reaches take off, so that donors can have access to the organisation's data online.
He also told me about his sickness, particularly a fainting incident at the Constitutional Square about a month ago. On the eventful day, he left Seeta for kampala, feeling a little weak and kinda sick. When he reached kampala, somewhere at const. square, he fainted as he was taking the steps, falling face wards to the ground. As people gathered around him, some started checking his pockets. Then a samaritan lady called Joy asked people to help carry him to a shade inside the Constitutional Square, seeing they were of same tribe. She got his phone and checked for dailed numbers and called them. Muchondo, who stays in the same neighbourhood as David, was the first to be informed, he was somewhere in kampala and he came to his rescue. He took him back to mukono after several hours at constitutional square, as phone calls roamed around relatives. He got him to rest and started medication in seeta town. The medics told him it was Celebral malaria, the kind that can make one go mad. Today he looked recovered.
I left his place at around 8 pm. As he escorted me back to the taxis, he told me about his intentions to get married. The choice at hand is Brenda, who is his in-law. Brenda knows him and he knows her, so he is serious about marrying her. Apparently he has told her about it and she has no problem. So, lets hope for the best from David this time..
Traditionally, Africans pass on an oral tradition, linking generations through the epochs of time - the past & the future. I started this blog in my first year at Makere University, as a feeble attempt book the discourse of my life & family, because it wasn't written anywhere, except folktales. This blog has stood the test of being ignored, change of blogging technology and questioning its very existence, but reading this stuff back to myself, I see why I'll keep it.
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