At the time, you had already completed a degree in Economics and were studying law. I was still finishing my undergraduate studies. Yet from the very start, conversation flowed easily. You struck me as cool and easygoing—someone I could genuinely be friends with. You were gentlemanly, ambitious, and exceptionally well read. Your depth of knowledge stood out: history, religion, even detailed accounts of saints. It wasn’t just impressive—it was grounding. You were handsome, well dressed, and composed, but it was your mind that stayed with me. From that first meeting, we stayed in touch. When I began considering law after my first degree, you encouraged me—not by pushing, but by asking the right questions, making sure the decision was truly mine. I didn’t apply immediately. I worked for a while, and by the time I finally applied, you had completed Makola and were preparing to leave. When the list of successful applicants was published in the newspapers, you took a photo of my name and sent it to me. That simple act meant more than you know. When I eventually started law school, our bond deepened naturally. I was working at IEA—a place you were familiar with—and you would stop by after work. You supported me constantly, academically and professionally. You were, and still are, my biggest cheerleader. There was no formal moment when friendship turned into dating. We were both single. We spent time together. You introduced me to your friends. I attended programmes and events with them. When families became involved, everything felt seamless. The Birthday Journal 22
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