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“Uncle, Uncle, Uncle… Godfrey agenze.” “Sorry, Bernabas. The young man has left us.”
Those words from Godfrey’s fiancé and his doctor, the Liver Specialist doctor, respectively, still echo in my mind.
They have refused to fade. They replay each time I close my eyes; sharp, cold, unrelenting. I hear them when I walk into the office, when I glance at his desk, when I imagine his calm knock on my door, saying, “Bernabas, we need to review the new proposal.”
At 1:46 a.m. on Thursday, 16th October 2025, my world came to a standstill. My nephew, my son in every sense, Godfrey Ssenyonjo, breathed his last moments just as he arrived at Mulago Hospital. Just 33 years old. A life so steady, so brilliant, so disciplined; cut short by what doctors clinically called acute hepatitis B, leading to liver cirrhosis. Read More |