It was just like any other Saturday, I woke up thinking about food and a certain celebrity male like I always do and went straight to my TV plot for the day while lazily wondering why the Irish potatoes in my kitchenette could not cook themselves. Of course if you do not live alone and work every day of the week, you would not understand what lazy Saturdays means. Some of us live for such days especially me, although on some days I down a Redbull and head on straight to washing all my clothes, mopping the house, scrubbing my balcony then ironing and rearranging my wardrobe.
On this very day, it was unconventionally hot and me being me, half naked was the order of the day, I usually switch off my data on such days because I am scared an email might come up and I get called to office (If my boss is reading this, i really love my job). I switched on my data that afternoon just to text all my Baes some “I miss yous” then lazily went through all the WhatsApp groups I am in, the last one i opened was of a bunch of us who grew up in Munyonyo and prayed from the Reachout Village Church. The messages on the feed broke my heart to shreds, tears fell down my cheeks while i stared at my phone in disbelief with so many questions going through my head about how that could happen.
Douglas Nyonyintono Bbosa, a childhood friend who has always been the most cheerful person I knew since forever had just been announced dead on Saturday 29th August at a very tender age. A man that had a lot to live for, a beautiful young wife and a new born son, his life had just been cut short because of a freak accident. To wake up knowing a son is not going to grow up seeing his father, not ever going to play on his lap or hear his voice. That a young wife is now a widow, something she did not know would ever happen to her, she had planned to spend the rest of her life with Douglas. Now he is gone, that the house he built for them to live in together and raise their children is going to seem too big without him, how do you comfort someone like her?
I type this with a heavy heart, Dougie was such a force of happiness to those around him. People always say nice things about dead people, but Dougie embodied hardworking, faith and happiness all in one person. He was a very God fearing man, very friendly and always eager to make a joke out of the saddest situations, knowing that is gone has made me question why God lets the people who bring a lot more good in this world to leave it when there are others who keep destroying everything in their way. Dougie was a peace maker; for the years I knew him never did I ever hear of someone saying that he had picked a fight with them, at least if you were having problem with someone he would try to show you the other side of the coin and somehow turn that situation into another peaceful one.
I do not know how to grieve as of now, I do not know how to come to terms with you leaving us Daga even if we questioned God’s motives and plans you will not come back, my heart is filled with sadness since Saturday and I have failed to come to terms with it. We will always miss you, the hole that you have left in the hearts of your family is too big to fill and as we lay you to rest today, I know you are in a better place.
Sleep well Douglas.