I never saw her, br Only her words br Perfectly formed in ink on the paper. br br 'Lillian.' br I say it softly so that no-one but me can hear. br She tells me of Uganda, of her life. br br She asked me once, br 'What do you fear most? ' br I prayed for her that night. br br Me, guiltily living free br While she shivers, half a world away. br Lillian, my friend. br Ugandan Girl.