“Oh Uganda! the land of freedom,
Our love and labour we give;
And with neighbours all,
At our country’s call,
In peace and friendship we’ll live”
George Wilberforce Kakoma must be weeping in his grave!
#FreeEriasLukwago
One of the loneliest experiences in the world is trying to explain your feelings to someone who has already decided they're not interested in hearing them. You speak carefully. You try to be fair. You try not to accuse. But the whole time you can feel that the conversation ended before it even began.
You can literally feel it in your soul when it’s time, time to stop settling, time to outgrow certain people, time to break habits that keep draining you, time to choose yourself in ways you never did before. There comes a moment when your spirit gets tired of surviving and starts craving elevation. You start wanting peace more than chaos, growth more than comfort, and purpose more than excuses.
At least give us his remains so we can give him a decent burial.
It has been 7 years now, and John Bosco Kibalama is still missing, yet you keep telling us he is alive. If that is true, then where is he? If not, where is his body?