The Saddest Day in Kazo

I did not realise the impact of the bomb until today.

I was asked last week to go and evaluate a disadvantaged child in a local school. This morning, I was supposed to go with John to do the evaluation, but he needed to attend a funeral of one relative he had lost. So, Madame Meble and I went there this morning and got to know two parents of the kids in school were killed by the bomb on Sunday night. The visiting plan was then postponed to tomorrow as the whole school has to attend the funeral. We called Timothy and had a little chat with him. The smart boy, brilliant as ever. I wondered how the children of the victims would cope with life here in Kazo. We would probably need to get involved.

Early afternoon, we went to the city centre where we had the monitor fixed and went to the bank, trying to withdraw some money from my card to pay for my stay. Unluckily, the banking system had technical problems which even the manager could not explain.

We then went to visit a factory making beads, where some of our women were sent to be trained. We were stopped at the gate as we could not confirm with Claire about our arrival. We were told that Claire lost her sister last Sunday during the explosion in Kampala. We managed to get in in the end where I recorded everything about the organisation in less than 40 minutes-from its organisational structure, production procedure and marketing plan to its financial performances. Mac seemed thoroughly impressed when I reported to him everything I learned back in the centre.

I was just introduced to John several minutes ago. A lovely young man with a hat always on his head. He is also a very good singer and has published a single. I then got to know the funeral he attended this morning was for his girlfriend. I just cannot imagine how hard that could be; the hardness which is faced by the relatives, friends and colleagues of those 74 people who were killed last Sunday.