When words crumble under life’s challenges
Some people suffer rough patches and bounce back with renewed energy. You’d never know they’d experienced a challenge except for visible scars. I was thinking about my Literature teacher. She lost her speech but not her spirit. Mrs. Mubiru taught us how to identify and argue character strengths and weaknesses. Our A-level Literature, from The Poor Christ of Bomba to The River Between was music to her ears. In her red cotton dress, she’d stand before the class and reel in our attention with her soft firm voice. She scanned the class like a mother pleased with her offspring. Her eyes settled gently on astute youth, bubbling with promise. She was molding lawyers, teachers, writers, responsible citizens who would go on to impact Uganda. Even the naughty students had a special place in her heart. After class, she’d walk down the flight of stairs with gaiety. One day, Mrs. Mubiru didn’t show up to teach. The day turned into a week, then a month, then we didn’t see her again. Ou