Birthday Letter to My Husband.

1st February is not just another date on the calendar for me.It is the day God decided the world needed him. And years later, in His great sense of humour and grace. He decided I would be his wife.What an…

1st February is not just another date on the calendar for me.It is the day God decided the world needed him. And years later, in His great sense of humour and grace. He decided I would be his wife.What an…

Somehow within me I hate that the year of 2025 ended. That it is surely passed just like other years do.Like how? Because that year ended without my mother being alive.She won’t smile.She won’t say Happy New Year.She will never…

To those who still have both parents or even one; Here is a message for you.We look at you and wish we could be like you. Within us we wish we could spend more time with our parents too… but…

Life shifted the day I lost youNothing has moved the same since.Some mornings feel heavy,Others whisper a little lightAnd I keep learning to honour both. In the quiet places of my heart,God keeps reminding meThat strength doesn’t always roarSometimes it’s…

Oh yes! Today, I’m drinking Ekitiribita our amazing traditional millet porridge from Western Uganda. It wasn’t exactly Mum’s favorite drink but in her final years, it was among the things she drank the most. She always preferred it warm, comforting…

There’s no handbook for watching your loved one slowly die of cancer. Because cancer doesn’t take someone all at once, it takes them slowly bit by bit. It’s like as if it doesn’t want you to notice that they are…

Honestly, I freeze. I no longer know how to react when someone loses someone. It’s like my brain knows I should say something but my mouth refuses to cooperate. Maybe it’s because I have been there that I felt that…

Even when we know death is coming and we have even seen the signs, heard the doctors’ words or prepared ourselves with prayer and courage! It still shocks us. Death has a way of pulling the ground right from under…

All along, deep in my heart, I dreaded the person I would become after Mum’s passing. And yes, I am not the same person anymore. How could I be? The one I loved so deeply and the one I held…

Oh wow… it’s the last day of September and I realized I haven’t written about my birthday. I have been doing series on grief and it didn’t even cross my mind that I should write about my birthday through that…