𝐌å𝐧å𝐧𝐝ō 𝐔𝐠

His parents named Mbuuse Yokana, the world knew him as Kapere Lufotose and his friends called him Taata Twamp. He was a friend to many, a beautiful soul whose presence touched lives, and I have no doubt that he will be dearly missed. I’m one of the many who were fortunate enough to experience his friendship. He was a man who refused to be defined by his appearance, he let his sincerity, character and heart speak for him. And what a beautiful heart he had! What an interesting character! A loving husband who made his wife proud, a gifted artist who understood the power of his voice and chose to use it for the good of his country. Kapere lived a life of purpose, serving his country in the best way he knew how. He was a patriot, a gentleman, and a man whose infectious humour could light up even the saddest of moments. It is painful to accept that we will no longer have you amongst us to share those moments with you, my brother. But perhaps that is the price we pay for having known someone whose presence meant so much. To Maama Twamp and the children, may God give you strength and comfort in the days ahead. I pray that the beautiful memories you shared with him will become a source of strength whenever the pain of his absence becomes unbearable. You will not walk this difficult journey alone. Rest peacefully, my man. Your contribution will not be forgotten, and your spirit will live on in the lives you touched, including myself. Wumula mirembe, chali wange🫡