In The Still Of The Night.

In 2007, Kampala experienced a brown-out on a rainy night, plunging the entire city into total darkness. Cold and hungry, I was left alone to endure the darkness and silence. To pass the time and distract myself from the hunger pangs, I began to write down my thoughts. At first, they were merely scribbles, but gradually my pen-strokes began to form proper words that were translated from my heart. I wrote and wrote until I lost count of the pages I had filled.

Looking back on those dark days, I realized that I had no one to share my sorrows with. However, I now know that I was never truly alone. He was there with me, the one who kept me going. I learned that tough times do pass, and that it is the tough people who endure them.