I was in my office and I saw my secretary running in panting, looking like she was searching for something or someone. I asked her what was going on and she said there was a soldier knocking at the door. I asked her what door, because I knew that the door to the office was open. She said she had closed the door, so the soldier had found it locked. I asked her why she had locked it and she exclaimed about what was happening in the city. By now I could hear the soldier frantically banging at the door. I left my chair and went to the reception area. I could see the soldier knocking/banging at the door. He started calling me urgently, “Mzei, come! Mzei, come!” When I asked him what the matter was, he said it was not easy for him to explain what the matter was. However, it was clear that he needed help.

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In 1964, many years before I was born, my Catholic-founded high school lost several students to death following a road traffic accident. Since then, (and to this day), prayers are held for the deceased every once a year so that they can exit purgatory into heaven. These prayers are held both at school and in Kampala so that even the old students can send their pleas to God to forgive the sins of students who passed away in 1964.

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