When I was 10 years old, I suffered from dysentery. My uncle, my mother’s stepbrother accompanied her at night to take me to Soroti Regional Referral Hospital for admission. I remember seeing my mother crying. Later on, after recovering, my mother told me that dysentery almost claimed my life. From then onwards, I fell in love with the Medical Profession. Today I am in diagnostics, helping with carrying out medical tests of sick persons.