My Father’s Face

Losing a parent as a child can be devastating – Prince Harry in his tour of Africa documentary compares the death of his mother, the late Princess Diana to a wound that festers. Although initially, due to the carefree nature of infancy, one may not grasp the immediate absence of a parent, as years go by, there is undeniably a vacuum that grows and perhaps forever remains empty. More especially as a teenager longing for validation and approval with raging hormones. There are conversations that one may only have with their father, or personal moments where I would have given the world for both of my parents to be present – as first hand witnesses.

Last year as I graduated from Oxford University, I wished my father was right there with me, to see what I had accomplished, and give me a pat on the back. I am eternally grateful to my mother, of course. She has been phenomenal and rock solid, raising four kids by herself, providing, listening and playing dual roles as mum and dad, is unmatchable. For Rio Ferdinand, when his wife succumbed to breast cancer, Rio like many other widowers and widows was also an outspoken single parent until he recently re-married. My mother however, has been taller than Rio, defending us and tackling our threats away. Making sure our consciences were a clean sheet. An ever-imposing figure who has always been behind our backs and directed us with love. But still, sometimes, I can’t help but imagine, where my father is, how he’d be if he were here today, and if I turned out as he hoped I would.

My graduation at the Sheldonian Theatre, University of Oxford, United Kingdom

Each year I reminisce about my father. As children we learn a lot of things from our parents. They introduce to us this new world, which undoubtedly seems challenging at first sight. Most babies cry out loud when they emerge from their mother’s womb.  Gary Chapman, says that children need to be filled with love, and that this love contributes to the normal development of a child. Indeed, at the heart of most humans, is the earnest desire to be loved, especially for a baby who comes out of the womb and sees light for the first time in such an unfamiliar world where they now have to breathe on their own. Perhaps that is why we grow fond of those who have conceived us. We seek to understand this world, by relying on those, who have made us. Certainly so, my father and mother played a pivotal role to the person I am today.

30 April 2003.
I wore an over sized maroon shirt and shorts with my sweater tied loosely around my waist.  The shorts really exposed my then pale legs that could pass for slender pieces of cassava. We were dancing in preparation for the Music Dance and Drama competitions at my primary school. I wanted to take part in that year’s competition, because I wanted my parents to see me on stage. Little did I know that I would not even feature in that year’s music and dance celebrations. As we continued our practice, the Head Mistress walked into the dance room. This was unusual.  We all stood still, as we had been told, as a sign of respect to our teachers. She walked up to me and held my hand. The last time, I had interacted with her, she gave me a letter to deliver to my father, inviting him to be a guest of honour at the school sports day. I wondered what it was this time! 
She took me outside the room and told me that she had some sad news to share. I was worried. What could it be? What had I done? She told me that my father had passed away, and that the school extended their heartfelt condolences. I was in disbelief as to what this meant and whether it was true. I walked back to the dormitories, my feet and shoulders felt unusually heavy. I took deep breaths as I tried to process the news. While some of the pupils were playing around the dormitories, I could hardly notice them – they were like blurred and abstract objects floating in the atmosphere. I reached my dorm and laid back on my bed and looked at the ceiling with sunken eyes.
My father welcomed so many people into his house. I was fortunate to grow up in a large household. At one time, we had close to fifteen people at home; siblings, cousins, aunties, uncles and close family friends. We certainly could field a football team with substitutes. My parent’s house may not have been the biggest but certainly their heart had all the rooms.  I think my parents operated an open home policy. Even for a Ugandan home, fifteen is a large number, but I cherished this. It meant I had more people to play with. It also meant that when food was bought, it was bought in bulk, and, when my parents bought clothes, they had to buy matching clothes for those of the same gender, so that everyone felt included and none was left out. 
I always looked forward to the Christmas holidays because it meant going to the village. My father bought a mini- bus, it was painted white with blue stripes. It was licensed to carry about thirty passengers and would suit a family that operated an open home policy. During the Christmas holidays, our entire household got into the bus, and we would set off for my ancestral village, in Eastern Uganda. I enjoyed these trips. My mother and father sat at the front as we drove off to the village.  Half way through the journey, the bus would always stop. My dad would stand up and ask us to get something to eat. Most of us would get roasted chicken and ‘gonja’ (plantain). All we ate was on the house.  Just as we were in one bus, there was a sense of oneness. On that bus singing songs about life, shouting back at the air. A journey with family was home on the road. Despite our numbers, as children growing up in this household we learnt to stick together.  Although the bus could have been a convenient means to minimise the cost of travel, through these journeys, I learnt the significance of family, sticking together, and being there for one another. Most importantly the generosity of my father.
30 April 2020.
I have heard a lot about my father in third person. During my undergraduate internship, I heard amazing stories about those that had worked with him. Later, when I worked within a commercial law firm, after I had just passed my bar exams, when one senior lawyer heard my name for the first time, he shook my hand so vigorously. He told me, that if I was just half of what my father was, I would be a great lawyer. My father was not a lawyer, he studied journalism, was a businessman and Member of Parliament. How did he make such an impression on these people? 

Although, I have benefited from the legacy of my father and one could assume that he was Martin Luther King Jr, he wasn’t, and neither was he a saint. As a journalist turned politician, my father must have bruised a few shoulders on his way up.  I have heard some interesting accounts about him, but I would not be a great son if I dwelt on his flaws, posthumously. After all, as humans we are not free from flaws, it is perhaps the most consistent of all human characteristics, imperfection.

Despite his imperfections, every 30th April, as his son, I remember him. I am proud of most of the things I have heard about him. This feedback has given me a push to strive to be better. Undoubtedly, I am not the most objective person to speak about my father, but I am uniquely placed as his son. I hope that I have become the person he hoped me to be, or rather that he would approve of my choices. I wonder what his face would look like today. Though he is not here, I know that whenever I open myself to helping others, whenever I am generous and whenever I excel at whatever I do, I am making him proud. I hope that I can do the same, so that my daughter or son might remember me this way. Sadly, the older I grow, the less I remember my father’s face, but the more I have been told that I have become a lot like him.
  • Unknown
    Posted at 20:50h, 02 May Reply

    Hi Joel! You are doing well! They say there's no such pain as loosing a loved one. I'm glad you've made most of the pain a tipping point! You're a good son and friend! I'm proud of you!. Cheers!

  • Unknown
    Posted at 21:37h, 02 May Reply

    Beautiful strides Joel. Keep fighting the great fight of faith.
    So proud.

  • Innocent
    Posted at 21:39h, 02 May Reply

    This is powerful story of truimph amidst adversity! Your Dad must be looking down on your with a great smile -'my Son'. Keep up the drive! As the African saying goes "a path to ones heart desires is never overgrown "

  • Joel Basoga
    Posted at 21:40h, 02 May Reply

    I am well, thank you.

    Thank you for these very kind words and, for taking the time to read.

  • Joel Basoga
    Posted at 21:40h, 02 May Reply

    Thank you.

  • Joel Basoga
    Posted at 21:42h, 02 May Reply

    Thanks, Innocent for being a crucial part of this journey in Oxford and for this African wisdom.

  • Epodoi
    Posted at 01:59h, 03 May Reply

    Thank you Joel for sharing. Our triumphs and wounds all come from the same source -our humanity. You have experienced both. Your Dad's life is a powerful bedrock of your humanity. He stood on Higher Ground. You stand on Higher Ground. Press on, the upward way.

  • Isaac Kiiza Tibasiima
    Posted at 03:59h, 03 May Reply

    Joel, I lost my dad 26 years ago and unlike u, it took me several years to see the great man he was. It was not until I was 21 that I started realising something was missing in my life. But, over the years, I've appreciated him, the man he was and the father he was. Losing mum 3 years after him was a blow, but here I am, alive, happy, married and saying to God: Thanks for those people!

    The pain never goes away, it just gets a bit easier to carry! Years later, I miss my parents, but I can confidently say, I am proud to have known them for the 12 and 14 years I know them!

    Thanks for this!

  • Unknown
    Posted at 03:59h, 03 May Reply

    Very touching and a great read. Got me emotional. Thanks Joel and keep it up. Your father surely must be happy and proud from where he is. Keep it up and let God continue to fill the void.

  • Unknown
    Posted at 04:07h, 03 May Reply

    Great piece. Bring back the fresh memories of my Dad who just like you went to a better place 18 years ago. I still feel his absence to date. 31st Dec is always time I sit down and look back at the great moments of childhood with him in the picture. My mom just like yours carried on both roles of father and mother. We'll always cherish those moments with the love ones who leave our sight.

  • Ezra
    Posted at 04:11h, 03 May Reply

    Dad would be proud of you Joel. Thanks for sharing.

  • Brian Paul
    Posted at 05:03h, 03 May Reply

    Thanks for sharing.. makes me think about how I am doing too in his eyes if he were here at all.
    Keep the faith

  • Joel Basoga
    Posted at 05:22h, 03 May Reply

    You are welcome, Paul. Amen. Thank you for these kind words.

  • Joel Basoga
    Posted at 05:28h, 03 May Reply

    Isaac, thank you for sharing your experience about your dad and, that you are grateful to God for your parents. It is truly inspiring.

    I agree, the pain is recurrent but it gives perspective to life and helps us appreciate our loved ones more.

    Thank you for taking the time to read and comment.

  • Joel Basoga
    Posted at 05:30h, 03 May Reply

    You are welcome, Amen.

    Thank you for these kind words. I am happy that you could relate to this post.

  • Unknown
    Posted at 05:32h, 03 May Reply

    This is so emotional , the pain is sometimes too much . Dad must b happy en proud of u Joel . U remind m of him

  • Joel Basoga
    Posted at 05:33h, 03 May Reply

    I am glad that you could relate to my experience and that it made you reflect on yours. I wonder how it felt for you?

    Our mothers should be celebrated more. We should cherish and love them.

  • Joel Basoga
    Posted at 06:31h, 03 May Reply

    Thank you, Ezra.

    You are welcome.

  • Joel Basoga
    Posted at 06:32h, 03 May Reply

    You are welcome, Paul. I am glad you could relate with this. Let us keep the faith!

  • Joel Basoga
    Posted at 06:33h, 03 May Reply

    Thank you Sister. Grateful.

  • Unknown
    Posted at 06:39h, 03 May Reply

    Thanks for sharing. It was a touching account

  • Mwigo Allan
    Posted at 06:40h, 03 May Reply

    This is great Joel to be able to know how great your dad was and celebrate him, some try to avoid any such memories.

  • Joel Basoga
    Posted at 07:51h, 03 May Reply

    You are welcome. Thank you.

  • Joel Basoga
    Posted at 07:51h, 03 May Reply

    Thank your these kind words and, for taking the time to read.

  • Unknown
    Posted at 08:03h, 03 May Reply

    Joel, it's a nice piece and a must read for everyone. Keep up with the spirit of your dad. And to me your success is by no mistake having looked up to you in highschool. God is good

  • Phillip Jesse Nabwiso
    Posted at 08:07h, 03 May Reply

    Nice read. Well written Joel

  • Bamwidhiwa Ivan
    Posted at 10:01h, 03 May Reply

    Wow,this is so touching Joel!Thanks for the great fight,I know the best is yet to come!May the good Lord help you to thrive in all your endeavors.

  • Unknown
    Posted at 10:16h, 03 May Reply

    Amazing piece Joel, you have certainly done him proud, I'm sure, as you have done those of us who have been blessed to encounter you. Your wisdom is beyond your years and your faith and consistency inspiring . You have upheld the family name, no doubt about that.

  • Unknown
    Posted at 10:33h, 03 May Reply

    Thanks for sharing this experience Joel. Very inspiring.
    May God keep furthering your dreams and ambition.


  • Unknown
    Posted at 10:46h, 03 May Reply

    For you to sit and write this wonderful piece is an honor to both your mum and Dad. You are giving an opportunity for your grand children to have a reference about you. Today you a true witness of success because you have held on to the cross of Jesus and this indeed is a true testimony that gives God the glory.


  • Unknown
    Posted at 11:12h, 03 May Reply

    Hey, Joel it was such an emotional and touching piece. Am sure Dad is proud of the man you have become. I like the blend of football and defence in your story. That was masterclass.

    Keep up the hard work and be blessed.

  • Tabitha Malaika
    Posted at 11:28h, 03 May Reply

    "How well you manage the experience can truly make or break you"
    Am proud of the man you've become.

  • Unknown
    Posted at 11:31h, 03 May Reply

    Wow!! Very touching Joel am sure your father is very proud of you wherever he is. Your making many of us proud and we are blessed to know you.

  • Joel Basoga
    Posted at 11:33h, 03 May Reply

    Thank you so much for these very kind words. I will do so. I am really humbled that you loked up to me.

  • Unknown
    Posted at 11:35h, 03 May Reply

    Joel munha, webale inho. This piece is exceedingly emotional. I can relate

  • Joel Basoga
    Posted at 11:36h, 03 May Reply

    Thank you, Phillip.

  • Joel Basoga
    Posted at 11:37h, 03 May Reply

    Thank you, Ivan. I am glad you were touched by this post. It is very sentimental to me. Amen.

  • Joel Basoga
    Posted at 11:41h, 03 May Reply

    You are welcome. Thank for these kind words . Amen.

  • Joel Basoga
    Posted at 11:44h, 03 May Reply

    Thank you, William, for these very kind words. Haha, I had draw from one of the Manchester United greats. Amen.

    God bless you too.

  • Joel Basoga
    Posted at 11:45h, 03 May Reply

    Powerful quote. Thank you for sharing. Thank you for these very kind words

  • Joel Basoga
    Posted at 11:46h, 03 May Reply

    Thank you so much for these very kind words. I have been fortunate and I hope that by sharing this story, others may be inspired.

  • Joel Basoga
    Posted at 11:47h, 03 May Reply

    Nsiimye inho, baba! I am glad that you could relate with this.

  • Unknown
    Posted at 12:25h, 03 May Reply

    Hey Joel,

    Thanks for sharing this beautiful piece.

    Growing up in an extended family, this relates so much to my life growing up. Reminded me of the good old days, when family time was indeed family time.

    You are truly emulating your father. He must be proud of you. Your mom, is an iron lady! I want to be like her when I grow up. 🙂

    Keep on keeping on. God is watching!



  • Michael Uzor
    Posted at 12:42h, 03 May Reply

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  • Michael Uzor
    Posted at 12:43h, 03 May Reply

    Joel, I haven't read something this moving in a while. I don't think I can read it again as I feel I'll be dragging myself into a whirlpool of emotion. I have no doubt that your father would be proud with everything that you have achieved. Against the odds, you came out on top and by the grace of God I pray you'll continue to rise in Jesus name. Amen.

    God bless you brother.


  • Unknown
    Posted at 13:23h, 03 May Reply

    Joel, you are a phenomenal youmg man. Your father would be proud. Keep making him proud!!!!

  • Joel Basoga
    Posted at 16:47h, 03 May Reply

    Thank you so much Daniel. I really appreciate the feedback and kind words .

    We give Glory to God for the strength and grace.

  • Joel Basoga
    Posted at 16:50h, 03 May Reply

    Thank you so much, Eve for the comments and kind words.

    Yes, extended families are so interesting, alot of stories to tell.

    I will pass on the complement to my mum, she is truly an, 'iron lady.'

  • Sunita Treacher
    Posted at 16:53h, 03 May Reply

    What an inspirational story young man. Thank you for sharing such a sentimental piece which i believe I can relate to. I know your father would have be proud of you. And your mother must be very proud of you as well. We are glad to be part of your life and future journey. All the best. Sunita Treacher

  • Joel Basoga
    Posted at 17:04h, 03 May Reply

    Michael, I appreciate these kind words. I understand, even for me, this post is very sentimental and emotional.

    The grace of God has been sufficient.

    Amen. I take the blessings, bro.

  • Joel Basoga
    Posted at 17:05h, 03 May Reply

    Thank you for these kind words!

  • Unknown
    Posted at 19:35h, 03 May Reply

    I didn't know a lot about him. But it's what I needed.

  • Unknown
    Posted at 20:57h, 03 May Reply

    You have done well. You have made him proud. Know this, the memory of him, his light will never leave you .

  • Joel Basoga
    Posted at 22:05h, 03 May Reply

    Thank you, Mrs Treacher for these very kind words. I am glad that you could relate to this piece.

    Your family has been so kind to me and I am forever grateful. Thank you for the support, I am trully humbled.

  • Joel Basoga
    Posted at 22:06h, 03 May Reply

    Glad that you found this helpful. Thank you for taking the time to read and for sharing this feedback.

  • Joel Basoga
    Posted at 22:08h, 03 May Reply

    Thank you, Helga, for these kind words. Amen.

  • Unknown
    Posted at 00:10h, 04 May Reply

    He must be proud. You have done his legacy justice

  • Unknown
    Posted at 07:25h, 04 May Reply

    Thank you so much Joel for sharing this. Dad must be immensely proud of you. Keep being the measure.

  • Jonathan Treacher
    Posted at 09:03h, 04 May Reply

    My Father also passed away on 30th April, although only a couple of years ago. He was in his 90s and had a long and fulfilled life, and perhaps it was his time. I had the benefit of a Father for most of my life, for which I am grateful, but it does not make the loss any easier to take.

  • Joel Basoga
    Posted at 10:46h, 04 May Reply

    Thank you for these kind words.

  • Joel Basoga
    Posted at 10:47h, 04 May Reply

    You are welcome. I hope he is. Thank you.

  • Joel Basoga
    Posted at 11:14h, 04 May Reply

    That is an interesting coincidence. Indeed, by all measure, Admiral Sir John D. Treacher, lived a fulfilled life, and his autobiography , "Life at Full Throttle," gives this account.

    I agree, in all circumstances, the death of a parent is not easy to take.

    Thank you for taking time to read the blog and for this feedback, Jonathan.

  • Herbert Cherukut
    Posted at 11:18h, 04 May Reply

    Thanks for this piece.Joel,
    God Richly Bless

  • Joel Basoga
    Posted at 11:22h, 04 May Reply

    You are welcome. Thanks, Herbert. Amen.

  • Anonymous
    Posted at 13:39h, 04 May Reply

    Big salute to your mother for holding down the fort almost two decades and still soldiering onward. You have and are still achieving great milestones. Your father must be smiling and cheering you on from the sweet by and by. May his memory live on through you his namesake. Well done brother.

  • Unknown
    Posted at 13:57h, 04 May Reply

    Nice piece Joel. I am sure your father would be very proud of the man you have become. May his soul Rest in Peace.

  • Joel Basoga
    Posted at 19:24h, 04 May Reply

    Yes, a big salute to her.

    Thank you for these kind words. Amen, and thanks.

  • Joel Basoga
    Posted at 19:25h, 04 May Reply

    Thank you, Martha. I appreciate this. Amen.

  • Unknown
    Posted at 22:18h, 04 May Reply

    Nice piece. Quite sad though. I remember your father, very vocal! May he rest in peace!

  • Unknown
    Posted at 22:19h, 04 May Reply

    Nice piece. Quite sad though. I remember your father, very vocal! May he rest in peace!

  • Martin Nomwesigwa
    Posted at 01:59h, 05 May Reply

    As I read each word and sentence, all that came to my mind and heart was legacy: your father’s legacy.
    I may not have gotten an opportunity to see or know your dad, but reading this blog post has given me an impression of who he was and the influence he had on you, even as a young man.
    It’s after the loss of my mother that I realized an abyssal had been dug in my life but with it I have learnt that there are empty spaces that are created in our lives that shall never be filled and questions that we shall never get answers for here or in the life to come, longings that shall never be satisfied and that’s it’s still okay. It’s part of life.
    I, furthermore, would like to commend you mother for being a virtuous woman in raising a son such as you. Your father must be looking down with an amicable heart swelling with pride at the kind of son and person you have become and looking at what’s ahead of; he marvels.
    I bless the LORD JESUS for knowing you and having you in my life. To creating greater legacies for the generations to come. Amen

  • Joel Basoga
    Posted at 06:02h, 05 May Reply

    Thank you. Yes, it is quite melancholic, but deeply meaningful and significant. Yes, he was quite outspoken. Amen.

  • Unknown
    Posted at 07:38h, 05 May Reply

    Oooh Joel, this is a wonderful piece, I didn't want it to end?. Your dad must be looking down smiling and feeling great for what you have become. You are such a wonderful person, God-fearing , social
    and intelligent, surely your mum must be so proud of you. I thank God for having met you.

  • Joel Basoga
    Posted at 08:50h, 05 May Reply

    Thank you, Martin, for these extremely kind words and for sharing your story.

    I am glad that this post has given you an impression of him and the impact he has had on me.

    I understand what the loss of a parent means especially when you say that you lost your mother,. Yes, I also still have some questions, but as you have said, that is life. Researchers say, that such experience can also be a source of strength and determination. I have seen that determination in you, already.

    Thank you for the kind words about my mother. We thank the Lord for having crossed paths.

    Yes, to creating greater legacies.

  • Joel Basoga
    Posted at 08:57h, 05 May Reply

    Thank you for these kind words. I am writing further on this subject, hopefully this will be of interest, when it is ready in the long term.

    Humbled by these generous and kind comments. Glad that we have met.

  • Unknown
    Posted at 16:29h, 05 May Reply

    What a great piece! You certainly know how to weave a great story. The loss of a parent is such a tragic experience, one I do not even want to imagine. You are certainly the joy of every parent! Triumphing inspite of. Keep on keeping on!

  • Margaret Talemwa Kemigisa
    Posted at 18:24h, 05 May Reply

    Reading this piece reminded me of my time with my mother and the time of her passing;what a wave of nostalgia! What a reflection of my own questions and feelings!

    I have learned that there is an unfathomable blessing that comes from being raised to adulthood by both your parents but there is also a clarity or maturity that comes from the loss of one's parent (assuming that that grind does not grind you to dust).

    From reading the piece, i can see that you, my dear friend, are your father's son. You have done well. Heaven smiles on you.

  • Margaret Talemwa Kemigisa
    Posted at 18:27h, 05 May Reply

    Reading this piece reminded me of my time with my mother and the time of her passing;what a wave of nostalgia! What a reflection of my own questions and feelings!

    I have learned that there is an unfathomable blessing that comes from being raised to adulthood by both your parents but there is also a clarity or maturity that comes from the loss of one's parent (assuming that that grind does not grind you to dust).

    From reading the piece, i can see that you, my dear friend, are your father's son. You have done well. Heaven smiles on you.

  • Joel Basoga
    Posted at 20:09h, 05 May Reply

    Thank you, Mercy, for these kind words. Yes, it can be a tragic experience, that teaches one a lot. Thank you for taking the time to read.

  • Joel Basoga
    Posted at 09:38h, 06 May Reply

    Thank you, Margaret, for sharing your experience. Yes, it can be very nostalgic and inevitably raises many questions.

    "It is said that famous men (read, and women) are usually the product of unhappy childhood. The stern compression of circumstances, the twinges if adversity, the spur of splights and taunts in early years, are needed to evoke that ruthless fixty of purpose and tenancious mother-wit without which great actions can seldom be accomplished." Winston Churchill noted this about. John Churchill, of whom he was a lineal descendant.I agree, it undoubtedly gives a sense of clarity and maturity as one inevitably has to go against the odds. The grind is not easy!

    Thank you for these generous, and extremely kind words. Amen.

  • Unknown
    Posted at 20:09h, 06 May Reply

    Brilliant, heartfelt piece Joel! I particularly liked your use of football imagery when describing your mother, as well as your account of the journeys to your village. Your father is definitely proud of the man you've become, and you're only going to make even more proud throughout your life. Keep it up and God bless.

  • Unknown
    Posted at 22:34h, 06 May Reply

    You have done so well for yourself Joel. thank you for doing your daddy proud!

  • Unknown
    Posted at 07:51h, 08 May Reply

    Joel, I finally read this. Been putting off for obvious reasons. I still reached that part where I couldn't hold back the tears. That universal feeling of losing a loved one. But as African religion tells us, our loved ones never really die, they just transform into the spirit world. No wonder you think of your Dad all the time. I'm sure he is proud of you and blessed you in numerous ways while he lived in this world. Keep that candle burning.

  • Joel Basoga
    Posted at 12:02h, 08 May Reply

    Thank you, Azumah. Amen. Glad that you liked the imagery and descriptions of my mother and journeys to the village.

  • Joel Basoga
    Posted at 12:02h, 08 May Reply

    Thank you for these kind words.

  • Unknown
    Posted at 18:22h, 08 May Reply

    Very strong Joel. Very strong ?

  • Joel Basoga
    Posted at 19:11h, 08 May Reply

    Thank you, so much for finding the time. Glad that you could relate with this. I will keep the candle burning, thank you for these generous comments.

  • Joel Basoga
    Posted at 19:12h, 08 May Reply

    Thank you ?

  • Ben Acellam
    Posted at 18:39h, 09 May Reply

    Bro. Its always a pleasure to read your pieces. And this one deeply touched me. Thanks for giving us glimpses into to your family's story…a story of loss, love, hope and sacrifice. Oh and your mum…God bless her.

  • Joel Basoga
    Posted at 19:14h, 09 May Reply

    Thank you, bro. I am happy to hear this, especially that this deeply touched you. We are truly the sum of our experiences. Amen.

  • Timothy Kuiper
    Posted at 07:14h, 11 May Reply

    Hello Joel, thanks for this. You have a wonderful way of telling stories that transports the reader to the events. Those bus journeys must have been a highlight of your youth! I am glad you are seeking to tell your fathers story and I hope this will bring much joy and reflection for you, and perhaps even healing. Missing you here in Oxford. Tim

  • Joel Basoga
    Posted at 18:44h, 12 May Reply

    You are welcome, Tim.
    I miss you too and Danica.

    Thank you for these generous comments. I am glad that you could experience these stories with me. Yes, most of my childhood experiences bring me much joy and meaning.

  • Unknown
    Posted at 02:39h, 16 May Reply

    Your style of writing, joel is so sensational. I was carried a long by your tale and great lessons i have learnt. Thank you so much Joel, i now know why you have a big heart. You are a print of a great Heart.

  • Joel Basoga
    Posted at 08:45h, 18 May Reply

    Thank you for these kind words. I am glad that there was something you learnt from this. Thank you.

  • Matovu Ronald
    Posted at 07:17h, 21 May Reply

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  • Matovu Ronald
    Posted at 07:27h, 21 May Reply

    What can I say?! I deleted my first comment. It wasn't loud enough to bring out what I wanted to say. I may not have the right words, but one thing I know is that he is very proud of you…wherever he is.???

  • Joel Basoga
    Posted at 17:11h, 21 May Reply

    Thank you, Ronald for reading the blog post and for these very kind words. I appreciate this.

  • Unknown
    Posted at 12:47h, 03 June Reply

    Joel, it's a pleasure that I am able to access such a passionate piece. Putting your emotions out here is only for the strong and selfless. Continue to be your "father's face" so that his powerful legacy and existence will forever be learned from.
    Kind regards, Eva.

  • Joel Basoga
    Posted at 13:51h, 03 June Reply

    Thank you Eva, for taking the time to read and for these very kind words. Amen.

  • Unknown
    Posted at 20:58h, 03 June Reply

    Great piece.

  • Joel Basoga
    Posted at 20:59h, 03 June Reply

    Thank you.

  • Unknown
    Posted at 05:14h, 10 June Reply

    Hay joel
    I think I share the same experience with you
    Great blog,nice choice of words,the future of African writers is bright, writing our own unique experiences is great.
    Thank you joel.

  • Joel Basoga
    Posted at 11:10h, 15 June Reply

    Thank you for these very kind words.

    You are welcome.

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    Posted at 11:10h, 14 September Reply

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  • Innocent
    Posted at 11:41h, 14 September Reply

    Joel, just like Charles Dickens in his classic "oliver twist" you too have succeeded in floading me with alot of sentiment. Life is a board game with us on one side and "x" on the other side trying to play chess with us and often stealing our pieces. I am sorry you had to lose one of your most important pieces at such a tender age. The guy on the other side "x" whoever he is and what his intentions are? we might never know for sure but what is most certain is that if one is resilient enough, at some point in life they will certainly checkmate"x" and the result often at times is a truly amazing human being with an incredible story just like your self joel.

  • Unknown
    Posted at 14:09h, 17 September Reply

    The stone story makes me laugh each time I hear it (many times I have heard it), it doesn't matter how smart you are, those thugs always find a way to do it. Annoyingly, it's not the computer that they still but your ideas, precious memories etc. Joel, it happened to another lady colleague at ILI and she had to replace it, for it was company property! I see you looking over your shouldier and it's the weight of that stone hasn't left you…I'll inbox you my experience! You aren't alone, at least you've made a story out of it? KM

  • Winfred Lukowe
    Posted at 07:19h, 01 October Reply

    This story has touched a nerve. Very beautiful tribute to a very great man! One of the greatest leaders we have had in this country.

    • Joel Basoga
      Posted at 16:40h, 01 October Reply

      Thank you Winfred for reading this post and sharing your thoughts. Thank you for these kind words about my father.

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