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A powerful reflection on honoring parents while they are still alive, urging Ugandans to replace funeral tributes with meaningful acts of love, presence, and gratitude.

The pen is not a toy. It is a scepter. In the hands of the righteous, it builds empires of truth. In the hands of the reckless, it becomes a dagger that strikes in the dark.

As Kampala expands, ancestral burial grounds face growing pressure from urban development. This reflection explores my family legacy, dignity for the dead, and the urgent case for relocating ancestral remains to Kifuuta, Kyotera, before progress overtakes memory.