EKAKORO FREDRICK ETOORI

when one of my uncles invited me to a meeting in his home in Bweyogerere a Kampala suburb, my thoughts were divided and my decision to attend rested upon a friend with whom I was hanging out that Saturday. “Go and attend the meeting” she emphasized. Yet in my heart, I felt that not attending it would have been worthwhile in restoring my happiness indicating that being present in that meeting would have reawakened the bitter thoughts in my life about the past three years of my dreaded life.     When my friend pressed a lot for me to attend the meeting, I thought twice and said, “fine, I shall attend” but even then, I wasn’t very certain of the agenda of the meeting.  In about a half hours time, I had left Ntinda and arrived in Bweyogerere. On entering the house, the place seemed lifeless. I dashed into the sitting room and found the meeting was underway to conclusion. “You are not late. My uncle acclaimed. Welcome and have a seat” he said in a jovial mood. Seemi...