The A²

When I was young, I used to admire intelligent people but as I grew older my admiration waned as I found kind people more gracious and admirable. Most intelligent people talk to me in their free time, kind people free their time to talk to me. This afternoon, my dear friend Sarah Kansiime and the two As paid me a visit, Sarah described herself as a bad friend for taking long to visit but life can be life, Sarah was a year ahead of me and I can describe her as one as my senior who is astute, brilliant , focused and God fearing.

Sarah was one of the first school mates to check on me when I got ill and that was in March 2017 and we have kept in touch and that’s what friendship is about,I regularly call to check on her and family but most importantly the two little ones Alma and Ava. The first time I saw them with Sarah was at a clinic, I was being wheeled in and I think they were getting out but that scene remains my best up to now I smiled from ear to ear;A little philosophy on this, Much as life took a different turn, that doesn’t stop me from celebrating life and milestones so seeing Sarah with the A² was warm and great for me. You can’t wait until life isn’t hard anymore before you decide to be happy which is why I celebrate friends and their life milestones like anniversaries, graduations and promotions at the work places. That’s life and with friends I am intentional, checking on them and showing up when I have to. Sarah is a very kind human, one day I posted on Facebook ,”The saddest kind of sad is the one that bites its lips and says I’ll be fine, sadness may be disguised but can’t be hidden” I was generally reflecting on mental health, next thing I see a call from Sarah and she had seen my update and called to know if I was okay, that call moved me because it showed that I have a great support system and that I am loved. I have literally walked through the fire but I push on one day at a time.

Dear Alma and Ava,

I wanted to write you both a little note to say how happy I was that you came to see me. Thank you for visiting,it meant more than you know.

Do you remember the first time I saw you? It was at Doctors Plaza. You might not have recognized me then, and that’s okay. I remember looking at the two of you and feeling something special right away. Even though you were too little to know who I was and what I was doing in a wheelchair, I already felt lucky to meet you.

Your visit brought me so much joy. Seeing your faces, hearing your voices, and just spending that time together filled my heart. I hope you know how glad I am that you came. Yours Sincerely, Roland