In the name of love
Aug 13, 2010
<b>I skipped my aunt’s funeral for Benson</b><br>I loved Benson so much that I always longed to be near him. However, just after campus in 1990, his parents took him to the US. Pain oozed out of my heart.
I skipped my aunt’s funeral for Benson
I loved Benson so much that I always longed to be near him. However, just after campus in 1990, his parents took him to the US. Pain oozed out of my heart.
We exchanged letters for about six months and that was it. We lost touch and I moved on. I got another guy in1993 and life went on. We got married two years later and now have four children, one of them Benson.
Fast forward to 2007, I was driving along Dewinton Road, looking for flowers for my aunt’s funeral. She is the one who had brought us up after our mother passed away.
The funeral service was that day at noon, after which we were to go to the village in western Uganda.
Suddenly, someone patted me on the shoulder. It was Ben! Older, ample, sophisticated and looking wealthy. He asked if he could stay by me through the funeral.
I cursed the timing. He was leaving the country in three days! Before I knew what I was doing, I had taken the flowers to church, handed over the car to my brother and told him I would follow them the next day.
I stayed with Ben till he returned to the US. Then I returned to reality. To face my husband, children and family on where I had been for those days.
Ben never called me again and never answered my e-mails. He disappeared the way he did in 1990, leaving me feeling used, wasted and sad.
I loved Benson so much that I always longed to be near him. However, just after campus in 1990, his parents took him to the US. Pain oozed out of my heart.
We exchanged letters for about six months and that was it. We lost touch and I moved on. I got another guy in1993 and life went on. We got married two years later and now have four children, one of them Benson.
Fast forward to 2007, I was driving along Dewinton Road, looking for flowers for my aunt’s funeral. She is the one who had brought us up after our mother passed away.
The funeral service was that day at noon, after which we were to go to the village in western Uganda.
Suddenly, someone patted me on the shoulder. It was Ben! Older, ample, sophisticated and looking wealthy. He asked if he could stay by me through the funeral.
I cursed the timing. He was leaving the country in three days! Before I knew what I was doing, I had taken the flowers to church, handed over the car to my brother and told him I would follow them the next day.
I stayed with Ben till he returned to the US. Then I returned to reality. To face my husband, children and family on where I had been for those days.
Ben never called me again and never answered my e-mails. He disappeared the way he did in 1990, leaving me feeling used, wasted and sad.