dance called Muledu. They decked me out in vines and leaves and I
joined the festivities. I am grateful for the opportunity I had to celebrate our
friendship of over 16 years.
The following day a young man named Muhumuza died from this church. He had
developed resistant TB and other illnesses attacked his weakened body.
At the burial as family members gathered people openly fought with a fist fight.
The father was accused of bewitching his son. The rumors were unfounded and only seemed to come from grief, anger and the desire to blame and explain the power of death that robs life from young and old and the poor and the rich alike.
Muhumuza had been a professing believer and member in his church. We all
grieved the loss of his life. I grieved both the death of my young friend and my
goodbye to living in Bundibugyo for this season.
