Bunguswa Writes.

My dad drove through the gate furiously. I calmly sat in the back seat, my eyes clouded with tears. I heard people wail. They cursed it in the strongest terms. I didn't know the car had stopped, until my father opened the door and stretched his arm at me.  "Son, we're home. Let's go to the house." He held me by the shoulder and led me to the house. People stood in clusters. Their cries had subsided when they saw us come in. Everyone remained motionless. Some looked at me with pitiful eyes. It was as I no life stirred.  In the house; my aunt, Jackie, sank in her seat oblivious of our arrival. She was more affected than I was. She was completely lost in her thoughts.  "Maria, kindly lead us in a hymn and pray." Mama intoned in horse voice.  Maria, a notable lady in our church cleared her throat and began. For I dare not go alone,  I must feel his presence near me And his arms around me thrown. Then my soul shall fear no ill Let him lead me wher...

In the many fields of heaven he runs With the sun, roses and wild flowers He quotes dreams of his given days and loves all, all the hours. He lived, he slept, he loved he wept for every single breath he said be long,for his will was strong we'll wait for him in death. Growing, he spent time by our side He never truly left our place and he wished us a big life Within his up most grace. He lived, he slept, he loved he kept a close eye to our hearts for all the wildest flowers and the sun Gathered none to part. He is the glory of our days, in particular those of the Rising star, for all the beauty that he possessed, was a flower all but one. His grace and love lives on beyond the timing of his death, for we are strong and so be long, he gave us his last breath. FARE THEE WELL DIRECTOR EDDIE. © Bunguswa Brian ™