We said good-bye a few days ago to my good friend, Jacob Matovu. He fought hard the last few years to stay alive, but finally, on Nov. 16, 2013, could fight no longer.
As he lay dying in Watauga Medical Center in Boone, N.C., I am told he had a priest and his family by his side. He was serenaded by the music of Celine Dion and Reba McIntyre.
Not a bad way to go out of this world.
I had visited him a few days earlier in ICU and he squeezed my hand, mumbling "Hello Larry."
Jacob was from Uganda, Africa. He had taught mass communication at Appalachian State University for 25 years before retiring in 2010.
He and I met in the graduate program at the University of Iowa.
Ironic how it works out.
He went to school and I connected with him in cold, snowy Iowa. I reconnected with him several years ago in cold, snowy Boone.
These are some of the things I remember about Jacob:
1. When I arrived in Iowa in 1981, I knew not a soul in the entire state, save for Ken Starck (previously at the University of South Carolina where I earned a master's degree). Ken, always a good friend/colleague, had become director of the School of Journalism and Mass Communication at the UI. It was scary and unsettling being way out there in the Midwest--pretty much all alone with no family. And then I happened upon Jacob. If he could live and work in Iowa--so many thousands of miles away from his family and loved ones in Uganda--so could I!
2. Jacob once presented a research paper on African drums as a form of mass communication. It was part of his work toward his Ph.D. I sat there entranced as he spoke about something I knew absolutely nothing about. (I had heard drums beating in Tarzan movies years earlier, but Jacob definitely expanded my understanding of this vital form of communicating on the African continent.)
3. Jacob loved to eat. He shared many meals with my family in nearby Tennessee. My Dad (who passed away in January 2012) had never met anyone from Africa, and he was especially intrigued by Jacob's stories. Dad knew a bit about the vicious Ugandan dictator Idi Amin, and he always wanted to know more. Jacob obliged, and Dad loved it.
4. Jacob once took a group of Appalachian State University students with him for a "study abroad" experience in Uganda. He wanted me very much to join the group and teach journalism in his home country, but I declined, saying: "What on earth would they think of a little white man in Uganda?" Jacob's response: "They would love you, Larry."
5. Jacob loved his family, his homeland of Uganda and his church (St. Luke's Episcopal) in Boone. And that's where he was laid to rest last week--just a few feet from the church's main entrance. It was cold and windy that day, but it seemed somehow fitting. I met him in the cold. We buried him in the cold. In the background, maybe a mile or two away, a marching band played merrily. It was "game day" for the ASU football team. My friend from Uganda would have smiled at the incongruency of saying last words over his burial site while the band played on.
Farewell, Jacob Mbuga Matovu. I will never forget you.
4 comments:
May his soul rest in peace in Christ.
- Dorothy
Thank you for reading, Dorothy. I know you remember Jacob from your days at ASU in Boone. Love, Dad
Hello Larry,
I recall you talking about him. Here is a column I recently wrote where I talk about friends I met in Uganda: http://chronicle.augusta.com/life/your-faith/2013-12-20/try-give-forgiveness-christmas#.UrUWsTKtViA.facebook
Arlecia
Hi Arlecia. I can't seem to get that link to open. Please email or text it to me. Thanks!
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