On a chilly evening after a heavy down pour, I made my way to the home of a young seminarian named Joseph. Moving through the narrow muddy road of Wabidduku village, surrounded by numerous plantations I found the humble home of Joseph. There I found one main house surrounded by a well cultivated banana plantation and two huts, one that belonged to Richard (Joseph’s elder brother) and the other that belonged to Joseph’s family. It is in this hut that I met happy family members enjoying their lunch. They invited us for lunch and so I joined them. Meanwhile, we exchanged numerous pleasantries until Joseph and his parents were ready for the interview.