For Emmanuel Okurut (March 15, 1990 – February 19, 2014)

We talked of tomorrow
And its dreams and bright future,
We spoke jokingly about love
And sometimes the cheekiness about it was clear:
'Not time yet.'
We spoke of days past
And walked the path of life together.
That hug was mine many a time
But I remember, 'Ok that hurt' with a smile
But it was mine many a time.
You went too soon my brother
It should have been me
But God chose otherwise.
In the prime of life, you are withered from us
But in the prime of a better life
You have gone on a better journey.
Go well, my brother.
I am glad to have had you aboard.