My father is gone. I couldn’t return home to bury him. Exile keeps me away. Papa, thank you for your strength, resilience, and the sacrifices you made for us. I never imagined saying goodbye like this. You live on in what I do and who I am. Go find Mama Muteteri and rest together in peace, Byansi Senior.
Last night, I was in bed, and the house was super quiet. It was dark, and I was almost asleep when I heard a weird noise—like a low, creepy hum. My heart started pounding. Was it the house settling? Or something spooky?
The sound came again, louder, like a strange laugh. I got really scared, thinking it might be a ghost or something bad. I stayed in bed, pulling the covers up, and listened. The noise kept going, on and off, coming from downstairs. My mind went wild, imagining all kinds of scary things.
I was too afraid to check, so I started praying. I whispered, “Please, let it be nothing,” over and over, saying every prayer I knew. I kept my eyes on the door, thinking it might open any second. The noise felt like it was teasing me, and I was terrified.
Finally, morning came. I was still scared but went downstairs with a flashlight. In the living room, I found the culprit: my baby’s toy car, lying on the floor. Its battery was almost dead, making it buzz and giggle every few seconds as it bumped into a shoe.
I laughed, feeling so relieved. All that fear and praying because of a silly toy! I turned it off and shook my head. The house was back to normal, but I’ll never forget how that little car scared me all night.
UPDATE: The Uganda People’s Defence Forces (UPDF) has this morning neutralised a female suicide bomber at Kalerwe Market.
More details to follow.
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