Sometime last week, there was an incident trending on social media and it caught my attention. It was the death of Ronnie Nabassa, who seems to have been known to many Kampala girls.
The guy’s death caught my attention after comedian Patrick Salvado Idringi put up incessant posts on his timeline.
Curiosity, however, got the better part of me after I saw a mean comment on one of the posts…by mean, I mean really MEAN! So I scrolled on and boy oh boy! In the not so many years I have been on this earth had I seen people celebrate someone’s death without regret. Forget those things of mocking Kibuule when he lost his twins or when that KCCA director Agaba died. The thread on Nabassa was merciless!
From what I gathered, this guy seemed to have allegedly had his way with many K’la babes, reportedly conning them of millions, promising them deals and those other things that ‘bad men’ do to gullible women. And to get away with his misdemeanours, he is said to have confessed being above the law… thanks to his links to State House (mbu).
From what I read, Nabassa died in a car accident on Masaka Road and one of his ‘victims’, who has never recovered from dealing with him, was so pained that he got away with an ‘easy’ death. Another said they would not believe the guy was dead until they saw his body: “ Until I see Ronnie’s dead pics , I will not believe. He can even fake his death.”
It was at this point that I found myself seriously wondering what kind of monster this man was to fail to gain mercy even in his death? How chronic was this his conning that people wished he could resurrect and die again, this time a much slower death?
Not long before this incident, I was profreading something for a friend. It was titled: ‘Writing your epitaph’. When you are dead, you never get to know what is said or written about you and of course while we are still breathing and living healthy, the thought of death seldom crosses our minds so we live on without care about our actions. So, ask yourself, what are those things that will be written on your gravestone?
Just like Nabassa, none of us is a saint and truth be told, if the world had a peek into our closets, not many would love the sight. We may not be able to save the world or be nice to everyone, but let’s try to treat others better while we still have the chance, let’s reflect on the quality of our lives, if we see people close to us go astray, let’s help them be better people. Let’s the quality of our lives be reflected on our tombstones.
I shall not judge Nabassa for the life he is said to have lived, but I hope that someday his oh so many victims will one day find it in their hearts to forgive him so that his soul can find peace.