RIP DK

Towards the end of this year, we lost one of the most intelligent young men I have ever known and had opportunity to sit with in Class. Duncan Kasozi was my classmate and we sat technically next to each other for most of the time during our days at Makerere University. Just like me, he was not legendary for his extreme design abilities but he was very fundamental to the Class of 96. He was a gentle person and soft spoken. Very good at especially mathematics and structures, he was always willing to help a few of us who may have lagged behind or were not good enough. He was very reserved and yet full of humor. He was always a good friend. We always studied and joked together. DK always had a smile. I cant remember any time he was cross with any one. He had a very laid back attitude, always minding his own business but when you managed to break through that veneer around him, you found a very warm person full of jokes for every situation. It was hard to get sad or feel depressed with DK around. ‘We Resolve’ - is a statement that will always remind me of DK. He always reminded us of the need to disperse class if the lecturer was late for more than 15 minutes. In his opinion, it was important for all of us to break up as unit, instead of a few leaving while others stayed behind. In his world, it was an issue of equal opportunities, if there was going to be class it must be attended by all. A very amiable and social person, he lived life the best way he knew it. He believed in education and the necessity of attending class plus all the inconveniences that come with it but not so much to the level of totally losing out on one’s social life. He is among the very few who managed to go through University without ever having to re-sit a paper and he made many people believe that it was possible to do and pass the architecture undergraduate course without necessarily warming the library chairs 24/7. He tried his hands at everything and even managed to make it to the Lumumba Hall football team. He believed in himself. Rest in peace, Duncan. Till we meet again.

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