This memorial website was created in memory of our beloved, Henry Byamugisha, 70 years old, born on January 12, 1951, and passed away on July 2, 2021. We will remember him forever.

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Henry Byamugisha was born on January 12, 1951 to Alice Norah and Asanasiyo Katono.  Asanasiyo Katono was a mukimbiri with a mwishikatwa mother and Alice Nora was a Rwandan Mushambo with a Mugaahe mother .
Heenry ,attended Nyakaina and Kyamakanda Primary  Schools and finished junior secondary school studies at Kebisoni.  Secondary school at Makobole High School as well as Jinja Secondary Schools. Henry attended University of Dar es Salaam, in Tanzania, where he studied Political Science.
As a student, he was involved in student politics and was among the leaders of demonstrations that led to the closure of university of Dar in 1976.  He was involved with FRONASA and  On return to Uganda he worked as a special assistant to the then minister for regional co-operation, vice chairman of the military commission and later founder of the Uganda Patriotic Movement (UPM). During the bush war he remained in Tanzania liaising and engaging the Tanzanian Government and others. On return after the NRM victory he worked with Maendeleo Publishing focusing on education and development of urban and rural communities.  At the time of his death, he was a business consultant and lobbyist focused on mining, security and politics.
Henry loved everyone selflessly and was generously empathetic to a fault.  He was that one best and genuine friend most people had, a father to many and a confidant to most of us.  The way he lived his life reminds us to love deeply, use money for good and be always be there when needed.  An angel got his wings!  
2 Timothy 4:6-8
6 For I am already being poured out like a drink offering, and the time for my departure is near. 7 I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith. 8 Now there is in store for me the crown of righteousness, which the Lord, the righteous Judge, will award to me on that day —and not only to me, but also to all who have longed for his appearing
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Rachael Tumwebaze - Niece to Henry

Shared by LJ Butungi on July 7, 2021
Today morning I was felt like I was hit by a ton of bricks when I learnt of the untimely death of the my partenal uncle Henry Byamugisha. When people die, we are often compelled by our Africanacity to give empty accolades when we have nothing to say, but this can't be the case with uncle Henry. He was a rose in every sense of the word. A man who brightened the day of anyone who knew him. I got my first job because of him. A story is told by my cousin who went to him when he did not have school fees and yet his final exams at University were due. Uncle told him that he had recieved some money for his treatment but he would give it to him to enable him sit for the exams. True to his word, he gave him the money and my cousin sat his exams. Shortly after, he fell very sick and almost died but he survived. He was that kind of person. He was one man you would run into and tell u are broke, get the only 50k note out of his pocket give it to u and walk home. We always made fun of his generosity. He moved high and low to look out for his people no matter the situation. As long as you needed him, it did not matter what he was up to. He would be there. He was our go to guy. No one was to far, or too needy or to gone to deserve his help. He was such a man that all who knew him will agree that he was sent by the angels to be a source of strength for his family and friends. Everyone who knew him has a story to share, that is guaranteed. Four weeks back, I run into him at the home of his brother. As always, we had a good laugh as he made fun of my pregnant belly. We agreed that when this lockdown is down, we would hook up for a cup of tea. It was not meant to be. I have regrets in life but the one I feel today is that I lost touch with him towards the end of his life. What is even sadder is that as a family, we can't congregate to celebrate the life of such an amazing soul. Nothing I say can do justice to his soul. My prayers go out to aunt Helen Byamugisha, his daughter Olga and her family, his siblings esp. aunt Lillian and uncle Shake who are in the diaspora. May God be ur comfort in this trying time. Uncle we celebrate you for the man you were. A man whose legend will never die. We do not know what happens when we are dead, but u prepared our path in life and am sure you will do the same in death. Rest well Uncle. May u be recieved by the angels as one of their own.

Professor Lawrence Mbogoni in New Jersey, USA

Shared by LJ Butungi on July 7, 2021
Henry and I were undergraduate classmates at the University of Dar-es-Salaam in the 1970s. I not only got to know Henry as a classmate but also developed a close friendship with him. His very charming smile, signature laughter and easygoing manner made him easily likeable. “I will miss you my dear friend. Pumzika kwa Amani.”

Joel Ankunda - Nottingham Councillor

Shared by LJ Butungi on July 7, 2021
I praise God for uncle Henry. The welcomer, the mediator, the supporter, the friend, the guardian, advice giver, the storyteller, the forgiving, the teaser with so much laughter and much much more.