It was a somber morning in Jinja Town as my family gathered for my grandmother’s burial. The air was thick with grief, and the mood reflected the heavy hearts of everyone in attendance. My grandmother had been a respected woman, a pillar of strength in our family, and her passing left a void that seemed impossible to fill. As her casket was being lowered into the ground, a deep silence hung in the air, broken only by the sounds of quiet sobs and the occasional rustling of leaves.
But as we stood there, something strange caught my eye. In the distance, I noticed a man, someone I didn’t immediately recognize, standing near the grave. He seemed out of place, shifting uneasily as he glanced around, making sure no one was paying too much attention to him. My instinct told me something wasn’t right, and I kept my eyes on him, even though I tried to focus on the ceremony.Continue Reading more here.....
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