Mugisa. Mugisa. Mugisa. Where are you? You did it. Went a loud voice calling out my name. It was a Tuesday afternoon in 1996. I had just gone to fetch water from a nearby open well. In the era of no mobile phones, communication was tough. I saw my elder brother running towards me excited. “Fr. Cosmas Adyebo is at home looking for you. Hurry”, intoned my brother. I knew Fr Cosmas. He was our Head teacher at Munteme Fatima College. I was expecting my Senior Four (Ordinary Level) results. I left the water full Jerrycan with him and ran…