On Thursday night, my old schoolmate, Sheila Isingoma (nee Kanyali) was shot three times in the stomach and once in the hand by a gang of six men, as she drove around the corner into her home in Namasuba on Entebbe Road. After the assault, the thugs sped off by car and motorcycle taking nothing with them.
Sheila, a mother of two beautiful girls, died last night.
Sheila turned 33 on September 8th, four days before she was killed.
No one knows why she was attacked and shot at. No one knows why she was the target of such a heinous crime. As far as her family and friends are concerned, Sheila had no enemies. She minded her own business, did a good job at Faulu Uganda and raised her family in the fear of God.
Everyday acts of senseless violence are meted out on Ugandans of all ages, classes and tribes. The police seem almost powerless to protect citizens from harm. The legal system struggles to find justice for those in need.
It’s an unjust, warped world with a morbid sense of humor that I don’t understand.
I can only pray for comfort and peace for Pius and the children as they question the cruelty of a world that took away such a young, loving wife and mother.
Rest in peace, Sheila. Rest in peace.
