To write what one knows is of great benefit to other people. - Rhoda Kalema

The death of Sara was a great shock to the whole school. I was overwhelmed with grief. I was broken. With only a year’s age difference between us, we were very close. She and I had done everything together. She was not only my sister, but was also my closest friend,

The strength of my faith had, however, varied from time to time, particularly when my family experienced bereavement. There were times when I would ask; God, where were you when this happened?

The other four wives had their own quarters in Butukkiro homestead, where they lived with their children. Nonetheless, all the children worked, played and did everything together during the day. Wherever mealtimes found us, there we would sit and have the meal with ‘our mother – it did not matter which one.