Free Bobi Wine, he is only a harmless voice for the voiceless.

bobiYesterday I received a video from Eddie Yawe, Bobi Wine’s big brother. Watching and listening to an emotionally drained Yawe narrating the dire state in which Bobi is, sent chills down my spine, broke me down physically and excruciatingly weakened me emotionally. For minutes, I blankly stared at my phone with tears rolling down my cheeks, breathing so heavily; unsure of what response I should give Baaba Yawe like we fondly refer to him. Then, slowly, my fingers trembling like a hunted prey started typing a message, deleting after every single attempt….and as my heart raced so fast at the shot of lettering a message of sympathy to Yawe and the entire Ssentamu Family, it dawned on me that so much anger was running through my blood.

I am enraged. For several months now, I have been under shell trying to heal emotionally after the cruelty I suffered at the hands of our ‘shithole’ government. (Forgive my use of the Trump term). I have painfully refrained from making comments about the ongoing political situation in Uganda but my spirit has risen up in resistance yet again, convicting me to break the silence. I have never stopped believing that it will take everyone’s effort however small to evoke the change we all long for.

Like many other Ugandans, I am burning inside with untold fury, I am mad at the NRM regime and all the sins it has committed against Ugandans. I have had a taste of this regime’s brutality and can only imagine the torture that Members of Parliament Bobi Wine, Zaake, Wadri, Karuhanga and a section of fellow Journalists have gone through following the recent chaos in Arua during the bi-election.  In Arua , a blossoming life was also prematurely ended. Someone tell me for example why an innocent person like Yasin Kawuma, Bobi Wine’s driver had to lose his life?

I have likened this Government to Vampires preying on their own children, and I am not about to retract my words. In a state where leaders are so blood thirsty like ours, nobody is safe. This state of affairs should make all of us uncomfortable. None of us should be smiling if one of us isn’t.

I am particularly saddened by my brother Bobi Wine’s Condition. If media reports and words from Bobi’s Family are anything to go by, Ugandans should be even angrier at these blood-thirsty zombies. The only reason this government is fighting Bobi and want to kill him (at least going by the attempts already made) is because his views are divergent from theirs and nothing else. This is not a new phenomenon of the NRM though; we have witnessed in the past how inhumanely Dr. Kizza Besigye and other opposition politicians have been treated because of their differing views.

Why is the Government in so much panic to eliminate Bobi Wine, if they only intended to arrest and question him alongside the other Mps, why would torture be part of the game? Torture one to a point of near death? (I am wondering as if any of these acts are new). No amount of reason will ever justify the inhumane treatment that people opposed to the NRM Government suffer.

Bobi Wine like many opposition politicians has risen up for a great cause to change the state of affairs in the country. His approach of fronting People Power as opposed to politics of political Parties is probably what Uganda has been waiting for. The day we all realise that we individually have a role to play in this struggle in my view, is the day that we are going to Liberate Uganda.

For over 30 years we have lived under the spell of the NRM Government, so weak to even move a finger in the struggle of our own liberation, our rights have been trampled upon like that grass in a battle field, our people killed for having contrary views, and our voices stifled for saying what the tyrants do not want to hear. But have our spirits been crushed? shall we remain silent?

As we speak, Bobi Wine’s family say the Doctors have confirmed damage to his kidneys. The man is fighting for his life. This is a man sacrificing his life for the sake of his country.  MP Zaake is also between life and death in hospital.

These stories are worth telling to our children – the next generation. They are more like the stories that our parents told us of the eras of Obote and Amin, the only difference is that we are in different times. How shall we tell these stories to our children though without guilt that we never did whatever small thing we could have done to be a part of the struggle? What shall our answers be when our children ask us how the stories ended?

And so, will the situation of Bobi, Zaake and the rest be the end of the struggle to better Uganda? We cannot just sit down and say we are praying for Bobi Wine to get better, and then what? And then fight for us again, and then be assaulted again and on and on while we cheer up from outside the ring. This is unfair to Bobi and all at the frontline; I feel like we have already failed Dr. Besigye a zillion times, we cannot fail Bobi Wine. We have got to do something.

While praying for him is an act a faith, remember the Bible says that faith without action is dead. Having Bobi in our prayers is a good thing but is not reward enough for the selflessness he has exuded in the struggle for the common Ugandan. As I write this, I am slapping myself for being unable to contribute as much as Besigye and Bobi have done.

We have been fooled way too long. I salute our persistent leaders like Besigye who have remained strong despite the brutality. Kudos to Ugandans who have put  your voices out on social media, becoming a pain in the butts of the President and his, prompting them to even introduce an uncalled for social Media tax to quiet us, with little success. (Dr. Stella Nyanzi, TVO, ka Jambo)

I am not calling for war but the action could start with a simple raise of a voice, the more we are, the stronger and louder our voice shall be against this rogue regime. They have the guns, but what do we have? We have the VOICES to speak up against this impunity and be heard by the international community.

Sometimes it feels like our voices add nothing to the struggle but, our SILENCE is even louder. Let us put them on tenterhooks, or else we become accomplices in defiling our own country.

I have no gun; my gun is my pen, what’s yours?

#FreeBobiWine

For God and my Country.

 

 

 

 

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Stella Nyanzi only did what we have feared to do

IMG_4956When the First Lady Janet Museveni, in her capacity as education minister called the media to advise parents about among others, not to transport their kids to school on Boda Boda’s, or if they should, not more than two on one bike, no one dared to respond to her unrealistic advice in this Uganda that’s marred with a lot of inequality.

Only one outspoken woman, Stella Nyanzi – who I am actually so proud of to this effect – dared to insert her finger in the anus of the “leopardess.” I salute you Nyanzi

Many, without taking in the crucial points passed judgment over Nyanzi for her response that made rounds on social media as largely vulgar, missing the point therefore.

The filthy – mouthed mother of twins spat rubbish as many who claim to be morally upright perceived it but a few of us ( now dubbed anti government ) wore no gloves, pulled up our sleeves and dug down the filth to find the pearls in Nyanzi’s dossier directed to the ‘Marie Antonette’ of our days.

“But why would a woman as educated as Nyanzi burst out in such unexplainable anger, moreover in a language so demeaning?” I thought to self. After much meditation, I realized she was only being the true Nationalist that this crumbling Nation needed. I am sorry my silence has let my nation down.

Nyanzi the fearless woman who would get up and speak for the girls who have to miss school days because they cannot pad them selves during the bloody days of the month while billions of tax payers money is whisked away in presidential handshakes, not even the innovative youth who could invent re usable pads can be facilitated to do so because the money has other things to do such as make sure the state house has security as big as that of heaven.

Nyanzi an iron lady who no matter the forces she attacked, dared to say that if the First Lady cut on her luxurious spending and that of hers, the hospitals would maybe never run out of medicine. – as we speak now, more than three patients are sharing an oxygen can at Kiruddu hospital, just a few days ago, a friend lost a brother because the oxygen shared with three others run out. Four lives lost. When a member of the first family will be flown out of the country to treat a bout of flue. Is this government really sensitive to the needs of the ordinary Ugandan?

Nyanzi, the vulgar mouthed mother who puts the plight of women dying in labour before that of a First family that rides around with a motorcade of 1000 vehicles while rural mothers die for luck of a bicycle to take them to the nearest health centre located kilometers or even miles away. Just the other day the ministry of health was celebrating a drop in the ocean reduction in the number of mothers dying as told by the Health demographics survey, the truth is mothers still die not because there is no money to fix the reasons they are dying but because the money has concentrated in the hands of a few First citizens.

Deep in Mityana, mothers have to opt for a visually impaired traditional birth attendant because she is nearest to them than the nearest health centre.

With no doubt, Janet Museveni is one meek person I have ever known, reading her book, ‘My life’s Journey’ (assuming she didn’t lie) further confirmed the character I thought her to be. Having gone through the humble beginnings like she narrates them in the said book, Janet Museveni should not be the woman to advise parents the way she did , seemingly unbothered about the fact that majority a Ugandan family lives in the lowly life where for instance Boda Boda transport might be the only option they find, again because teachers are poorly paid so they create early classes to get students pay for an hour before actual school starts and that explains why pupils have to be early to school.

What if there was a better transport system that children had to jump on say a train to rush to school?

One will argue that it’s not Janet’s mandate to fix the dead transport system nor is it her role to work on the ailing health system but come on, then freakin stop calling her the First Lady, mother of the nation and so on, besides, she is not exclusive to this oppressive government – maybe she shouldn’t have joined politics, even as a minister of education, you don’t want students missing school because they are sick and cannot find affordable healthcare.

Maybe mrs Museveni should not have come to speak to us about our children’s safety when in fact she is like the proverbial bible tale of the Pharisees who prayed for the poor but never did something about their poverty.

You sit up there eating bread and come and tell me stop eating cassava for breakfast? Mam, that’s all I have, if you are really bothered that I am eating poorly, give up some of your loaves for me.

I am wailing for my country, My rights are raped by this regime like Nyanzi would say. I am crying for the pearl of Africa that once was.

I do not condone Nyanzi’s vulgar language but I stand with her on the points that matter to me as an ordinary Ugandan. I don’t care what others think of me, for all I know, in my line of work I have travelled this country, spoken to the poorest of people, who cannot even afford a meal a day. On the other side of life I have seen Government officials enjoy a luxurious life oblivious of the dying population.

I have to pull aside while driving for a convoy of uncountable cars carrying just one important person to pass? Really? In a country where we were all created equal? What’s the difference in a country where the president for example gives all he has to the poor?

Tuffa tuggwaawo, who will save Ugandans? The army wont, the opposition has failed because of their unending fights, not even my religious leaders can help because their advice is so humble and full of reconciliation and will be swept under the carpet as soon as they say it.

May be we need more of Stella Nyanzi Characters to join the war, to rid this country of these moles eating it at a slow but steady pace.

If only the media used its tool to hold accountable rather than please the First family, may be things would be better.

I stand up, I will fight for mother land as long as I can, this is a solemn pledge I make, I’m only answerable to God who will ask me what my contribution was to this world.

Disclaimer: This is a personal opinion, the views in here are mine,you may choose to agree or disagree.

A letter to President Museveni

Dear Uncle M7, it is 9th October, 2012

It is not my birthday, not my parents’ wedding anniversary, yet I beam with lots of Joy.

I have religiously been looking forward to this day since I was born.  It is the 50th Independence anniversary of a great and beautiful Nation- Uganda.

Exactly 50years ago, this humble Nation received the power of self-governance from our colonial masters.

I would like to bring to your attention that today we remember Five decades of great development alongside numerous social ills.

We celebrate eight presidents not forgetting the incumbent (you) being in power for over 25years. If you are a good mathematician you know what I am talking about.

We exalt the Northern by Pass but not without mentioning the numerous potholed roads in Kampala and other roads.

We jubilate national patriotism regardless of whether Uganda ‘Cranes’ loses or fails to qualify for the African Cup of Nations. World Cup will be a matter of the future.

We are happy for UPE (bonna basome) but not forgetting how our children become academic dwarfs from UPE schools.

We appreciate the freedom of expression and free movement, but it remains true that opposition leaders are abstained from this right.

We are happy for the police keeping Law and order but we cannot forget the numerous times Besigye and I have eaten and constantly fed on teargas.

And, oh please! We cannot forget Arinaitwe, the man who broke Besigye’s window with a hummer and sprayed pepper that got the dude (Besigye) almost blind.

But of course we cannot forget Kiprotich and the Gold medal as we celebrate 50years, but we know he may be stale news like Inzikuru so soon.

And we cannot forget that we have never seen Kony but we have heard of him since we were born.

Most importantly we cannot forget that Mzee, you have taken so long in power, I want to see another president.

Lastly, I will be honoured if you hosted me for further discussions.

Caution: I am a child of 1988.

Yours Truly in love with Uganda

Trudy Tumusiime Uwitware.

Somewhere in East Africa

I love you Mother Uganda

 

Somewhere in East Africa

Sits a small but sweet Nation

Also famously called the ‘Pearl of Africa’

The home of all beauty

The Nation that holds the future of its citizens

 

Somewhere in East Africa

A child was taught to love and respect her motherland.

The land upon which she was sired and reared

With utmost respect, love and compassion

To honour that land that feeds her

 

Somewhere in East Africa

Someone loves Black Yellow and Red

Somewhere in the silent East Africa

A person is in love with a Crested Crane

And another in intimacy with green and a Lion

 

Somewhere in East Africa

A three-bright coloured National flag is raised higher rich to the eyes

A beautifully curved map is at citizen’s fingertips.

The coat of arms is a picture that can be drawn even as they fall asleep

The national anthem melodies are like honey on their lips.

 

Somewhere in East Africa

A Nation is in jubilation

Somewhere in East Africa

A country is 50 years of Independence

Somewhere in East Africa

There is a Nation called UGANDA

 

Congratulations Motherland Uganda

With love greeting as you celebrate 50

May God uphold you

I lay my future in you

Somewhere in East Africa

 

Sisters of Death; What does God think about your Business?

NTV Kenya is currently airing an investigative piece called “Sisters of death.”

It is about women who make alcohol mixed with antiretrovirals (ARVs) to make ends meet.

The documentary features HIV positive women in Korogosho slums in Kenya, selling the drugs they get for treatment, to other women involved in a liquor making business.

They sell Seven tablests for as low as 250 she (about 3dollars). Every patient is entitled to 60 drugs per month. So when they sell all in a month, they earn about…

They get these drugs free and sell to ‘be able to buy food.”

Well, everything is detailed in the video up here.

Here are my concerns.

First, the women who sell the drugs register at another health Centre as if they have never known their status, they are then enrolled twice and that means they get double the dose.

The drugs they get from the second clinic could have been taken by another patient.

All this happens at a time the government in Kenya and many African countries are decrying the scarcity of ARVs in face of the increasing Patient numbers.

This means that if this one lady gets double treatment, there is another patient who may not survive for another minute because her pre supposed dose is sold by another who wants to earn something small.

Yes.  They claim that they sell the drugs to buy food, but I find this too inhuman. If you can get little food and someone cannot live because they need ARVs that are in turn sold to make liquor, what is the gain?

Second, what do the women who buy the drugs for mixing in their liquor to sell think?

One of them says that even God knows she is not doing something wrong because she does it to survive and fend for my family.

These are the most inconsiderate people I have ever met.

What does this mean to the person denied of a life because the drugs she would have taken are mixed to make alcohol? Isn’t it possible that this person could even be related to you?

What does it even mean for the person who is going to consume the liquour? And what does it mean to you who, making such a ‘dangerous substance’?

This does not only depict the selfishness of Humanity, it also shows how much the world is going wild or better still coming to the Parousia days.

It shows how we are going against the love of Neighbour that God requires of us. Just because you want to survive, should you deny your neighbour of their survival too?

God says in his holy word…

Ask and you will receive whatever you need, pray and I will hear from heaven, and I will heal your land,

He says ask and I will give the nations to you.

O lord, I ask for the nations, please come and heal mother Africa, heal your people and all our grievances.

That each passing day, we may be mindful of the needs of others.