A Daughter’s Tribute – 30 Years Without You, Mum

~~ Aisha Nnasule Ndayako Writing this piece is one of the most emotionally challenging tasks I have ever faced. I was only a few months old when my beloved mother left this world. For the longest time I believed my aunty was my mum—she raised me as her own, and I will forever be grateful. When the truth emerged, it was a painful awakening: I was caught between denial and discovery, between memory and mystery. With tears in my eyes, I write these words. I have been told I am a miracle child—a living testament to the mercy and power of the Almighty. I was in the car with my mum, my elder brother, a cousin, two family friends, and the driver when tragedy struck. It was a fatal crash. I survived with only a small scratch on my face. My mum and the driver did not make it. Over the years, family and well‑wishers have kept her memory alive through stories—stories of a kind, generous woman who always put others first. They say she lived with a rare grace, as if she knew her time he...