Humanist

I celebrate those I have judged of good character and are the living embodiment of good character. I am blessed to have such men of good character in my life.

For the past five years, especially, since my papa rested in November 2020, such men of good character have stepped up for me. In action they have rightly and compassionately treated me as they would a mother, an aunt, a sister, a damsel in distress.

They have done so with class and in a manner that restores my dignity from the indignities subjected to me, including by some I prior judged of good character; but have turned out of significantly revolting bad character.

I remember the day, for example, Prof. Christopher Garimoi Orach, my boss, the Board Chair of CPAR Uganda Ltd, took time out of his busy schedule and invited me out for lunch at House of Olel, just for just. Via a meal he comforted me. I am still in awe of his good character.

I hang on to that memory, each time I begin to feel low, wishing papa were still alive. And so, for Christmas 2025, I share that my moment of joy, in order to wish you a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year 2026.

May you experience many moments of immense joy as I experienced enjoying the food at House of Olel, prepared in the cuisine of my people, Nilotic people.

Christmas, was special for me and papa. While he was alive, I always spent it with him, mostly at our ancestral home where his remains are laid down to rest. It is five years since, and I have not celebrated Christmas as I did with papa.

Now, because of men of good character in my life, such as Prof. Orach and Mr. Alex Bwangamoi Okello, another of my bosses, the Finance Committee Chair of CPAR Uganda Ltd, I am in a good place.

Gosh, I am tearing up as I write this post.

Sadly, there are times one too many in which I have been left with my jaw dropped at how I missed the mark and I wrongly rendered a positive judgment of character. It is that bad, the reason I am now more inclined to second guess myself in judgement of character.

Yes, even with persons whom I have prior judged of good character, I can no longer be too sure. The benefit of the doubt creeps in. It is not good to feel the need to constantly double check, triple check, when my inner voice raises even the tiniest of flags.

I have learnt, though, the hard way, that those tiny flags I dismissed mattered. I shouldn’t have dismissed them. I cannot change it, but I can try to do better. Yes, this Christmas is the first in five years that I feel in a good place to create new memories without papa’s physical presence. And to forge ahead with joy.

I invite you to join me on this journey. Like, share, and leave a comment.

Merry Christmas!