I have just received the news of the death of my father, Prof Ijuka Kabumba.
I am immensely grateful to God for answering the prayers of his servant.
I last saw him on Thursday last week, when I visited him with my wife and children. I also spent some time alone with him.
He was in pain, as he had been for a long time, suffering from advanced prostate cancer. He told me he was ready to die. He asked my son, Rukundo, not to pray God that he (my father) remains alive, but rather that he be spared a painful and drawn out death.
He told me he had asked God to spare him pain and indignity in death. He was very sad that, thus far, God had not granted this request.
After everyone had left, we spoke. He put his hands on my head and blessed me. He asked God to protect me in these perilous times. He cried. It took all in me to remain strong as we held hands. I reminded him that his name had been ‘Turyagenda’ (We shall all die). That while his death seemed imminent – death was the fate of us all, the only question being who went first.
I will have a lot to say in my life about this incredible man who I have been immensely privileged to call father.
But for now, daddy, go in peace gentle soul. You were truly an angel in human form. Greet Baturumayo, Tezira, Rukundo, Beebwa and all who went beforeyou. Prepare room for us who will follow you. If you can, visit me in my dreams as the late Rukundo did in yours.
I am very proud to have called you father. You taught me how to live. And in the end, you have taught me how to die. I thank the God you served so faithfully for eventually granting your request to be spared further pain and suffering.
Your loving son,