On 13th August is when my grandmother got the terrible news of her daughter’s (my mother) death. So on 13th August this year when she got the terrible news of the events in Arua, she could not find peace until she saw me and touched me. That’s my beautiful grandmother Hajat Aidah Kyosimb’onaanya.
After learning that I was blocked from visiting her on the day I returned in the country, she decided to pay me a surprise visit on Sunday as I returned from church, carried me on her lap and prayed for me. It’s been long since I last felt like a real grandchild (muzukulu) relating with a real Jajja.
