In our exclusive Melo Sunday Special Feature, we showcase the remarkable journey of Bruce Hatimbula, a talented and dedicated lawyer who is making a difference in the world. With a strong belief in serving the greater good and following God’s will, Bruce selflessly devotes himself to his work as a Legal Clerk – Contracts at Zambia’s National Pension Scheme Authority. Bruce’s passion and commitment shine through, making him a true inspiration. If you have a story to share and would like to be featured in this segment, reach out to us at [email protected].
“Memories of House No. 150: Bruce Hatimbula’s Journey on Station Road”
Memories have a remarkable ability to transport us through time, allowing us to relive moments that have long since passed. It’s astonishing how the mind can conjure up such vivid recollections, where we can almost taste the familiar scent or feel the texture of the fabric that was once a part of our lives. Returning to the place where we spent our formative years is an experience filled with nostalgia, so powerful that it has the potential to bring tears to our eyes.
Bruce Hatimbula, not long ago, passed by house No. 150 Station Road in Monze. The sight of that small chicken run brought back memories. Bruce reminisces about the days when he and Ackim, their gardener at the time, would take turns cleaning that place. However, it was always on weekends that Bruce had the responsibility of cleaning the chicken run all by himself. As he walked past the house, he couldn’t help but imagine the melodious voices of Bill & Gloria Gaither singing a line from their timeless 1999 classic, “thanks to Calvary.” Specifically, it was the line that resonated with him, the one that goes, “…Then we went back to the house where we used to live…”
The scent of leather and gasoline wafted through the air, enveloping Bruce as he sat inside their beloved 1995 Pajero intercooler Turbo. It was as if the car itself had a distinct personality, a unique blend of ruggedness and sophistication. Bruce couldn’t help but wonder if there was a hint of Vanilla essence lingering in the air, adding an unexpected touch of sweetness to the powerful aroma.
As Bruce reminisced about his days playing street basketball with his friend Munalula Nsamba, he couldn’t help but notice that a section of the familiar tarred road had disappeared. However, the echoes of their intense games still reverberated in his mind, especially the distinct sound of the orange-coated Spalding basketball bouncing off the pavement. Despite the changes, the memories of their spirited matches remained vivid, reminding Bruce of the joy and camaraderie they shared on that very spot.
Bruce found himself deep in thought as he pondered the current circumstances. His mind swiftly shifted to the kind-hearted souls who had generously offered him a safe haven under their roof. It was a poignant moment, brimming with a multitude of emotions, as he observed the inevitable passage of time etched on his parents’ faces. He noticed a slight limp in their steps, a gradual fading of the once lustrous darkness in their hair, and a profound wisdom that radiated from their every word, a testament to the countless experiences they had accumulated throughout their lives.
Bruce’s mind was consumed by a thought that lingered within him: where do our beloved heroes seek solace when they find themselves trapped in the depths of despair? In moments of pain and anguish, do they shed tears like the rest of us? And amidst their selfless acts of bravery, does anyone ever return to express gratitude for their unwavering goodness? These questions swirled in Bruce’s mind, igniting a curiosity that yearned for answers, for a glimpse into the hidden emotions and unspoken sacrifices of those who wear the mantle of heroism.
“As they journey through life, I pray that we can always stand beside them, offering unwavering support,” Bruce expressed with hope in his voice. He understood that our heroes, despite their extraordinary abilities, are still human beings with their own vulnerabilities. With each passing day, Bruce himself grew older and wiser, realizing the true essence of our heroes’ humanity. In times of their greatest need, let us be there for them, lending a helping hand and being their guiding light.”
As Bruce continued speaking, he shared a heartfelt sentiment by quoting the lyrics from Zac Brown’s song ‘My Old Man’. These words have a special place in his heart as they never fail to remind him of his own beloved old dude, Dr. Wilson Silungwe.
In my childhood, my father seemed like a towering figure while I was just a small child, constantly striving to emulate him in every way possible.
The memories of the valuable teachings he imparted to me are still vivid in my mind, as I gradually grew up and learned how to become a man, just like my dear old dad.
He possessed a strength and courage akin to that of a mighty lion, and we, his children, were the source of his utmost pride and joy.
However, there were moments when I would rebel against his authority, challenging the boundaries he set for me. Yet, he always knew how to uplift me when I needed it and when to allow me to experience the consequences of my actions.
Reflecting on the past, it becomes evident that my father always had a well-thought-out plan for my growth and development. He was truly a remarkable man, and these words resonate with the sentiments expressed by Bruce himself.
