Its been a mixed week. Now that today is saturday i can look back and peharps have something to write. Someone said Life's good..Live it. But what about when life is no more and we have nothin else to live for? Exactly last week, i bet i had one of the worst weekends. My long time time friend - PAUL KWIKIRIZA went to be with the Lord. That was on the morning of Saturday April 26 in Chennai India where his soul succumbed to heart complications. He was pending his second heart operation in a space of 8 months. On Wednesday, we solemnly buried his remains at his home in South Western Uganda, Ibanda district. No doubt a very sad day but one to remember. I have since then told myself Paul didnt die, he just slept and as his body lies in that seemingly eternal sleep...im sure his spirit rejoices as it strolls through the lush green beautiful meadows of paradise. Free from all the pain he had to endure...yes, free atlast. Im constantly reminded of that famous classic by country legend, John Reeves - This World Is Not My Home. Sure. He couldn't have been more right. On earth, we are just passing through..yes, on our way home.

Sitting on the church pew in St. James Cathedral Mbarara Wednesday afternoon, it dawned on me we weren't just mourning our dear friend, we were celebrating his life, albeit short. The learned and eloquent bishop of Ankole diocese , Dr. Tibesigwa in his eulogy described Paul as "well balanced and well intergrated". A truly multi-talented and enormously gifted fellow indeed.

At roughly 5 PM that evening, we laid Paul to rest at his parents' home in Ibanda. Peharps many were amazed at the composed demeanor the parents had that day. I quietly admired them. This wasn't a suppression of emotion. These wonderful people gathered the strength to eulogise and bury their departed in the most admirable way. And i pray that this inner strength i believe God alone gives, sails them through this time of apparent loss.

We got back to Kampala that very day. We reached in the morning of Thursday 1 AM. A really really long ride. Thank God he kept each of us in one piece because we were absolutely worn out.

Over the next week, i will set out to write a three part special series as a tribute to Paul Kwikiriza. I had the opportunity to share countless many things with this wonderful soul and i will attempt to let you into the life we lived and shared beginning with our early school days in the late 1990's and the eventful latter years.

Keep it at The 'E' Xperience.