03/03/2026
It was a quiet Saturday evening when my world paused.
The call came in… and my heart sank.
My grandmother, NAMULI JANE, had breathed her last at Mulago Hospital Masaka at the age of 91.
Ninety-one years.
Ninety-one seasons of love, sacrifice, wisdom, and strength.
She was not just a grandmother to me — she was my safe place. The one who listened without judgment. The one who smiled even when life was not easy. The one whose hands carried stories of survival, patience, and faith.
In a family of many, I was blessed to carry something special — I was the only one who kept her photograph. Maybe it was destiny. Maybe it was love choosing its keeper. Today that photo means more than ever. It is no longer just an image; it is a treasure of memories.
She lived long enough to see generations grow. She loved deeply. She forgave easily. She blessed silently.
At 91, she did not just die — she completed her journey.
Rest well, Jajja.
Your love lives in me.
Your lessons guide me.
Your memory will never fade.
🕊️💔