A person was abducted. The president's son admitted ordering the abduction and confessed to torturing him. Police refused to record a kidnapping or missing person case. Now the same police process him, the DPP sanctions charges, court remands him, and prison receives him. Lost!
In Memory of Dr. Mathew Lukwiya
In his final hours, he spoke to Sister Apio Anyai Angioletta, the paediatric nurse who had known him for years. She would later remember his exact words.
"Sister, things are worsening. I have tried to fight. The battle is almost over. Now I am seeing that I am also going. The time has come for me to go. That I know. I am going. But if I go, I will be at the doorway. Nobody is going to die now. I will tell my God that enough is enough."
Then he began to sing a hymn about war. Everyone in the room broke down. Sister Apio replied, "No, doctor, it will not be like that." But it was. On December 4th his breathing briefly stabilised. Later that evening his lungs began to haemorrhage. He died at 1:20am on December 5th, 2000.
He was buried at 4pm the same day. The coffin was sprayed with Jik bleach as it was lowered. Margaret asked if she could see him one last time and was refused. The body was considered too infectious.
He was placed in a grave he had chosen himself while he was dying, at the Grotto inside the hospital grounds, beside Dr. Lucille Teasdale and later Piero Corti. Teasdale had died in 1996 of AIDS, contracted while operating on an HIV-positive patient.
The student was buried beside his mentors.
And then something extraordinary happened. After Lukwiya's death, every remaining Ebola patient at Lacor survived. Not another single person died at the hospital. Sister Apio remembered the promise he had made on his deathbed: "I will tell my God that enough is enough." It is the kind of detail you would not believe if you read it in a novel.
By the time the WHO declared Uganda Ebola-free on February 6th, 2001, 425 confirmed and probable cases had been recorded, and 224 Ugandans had died, including thirteen health workers from Lacor alone.
The survival rate during the outbreak was nearly 50%, compared to as low as 10% in previous African outbreaks, largely because of the systems Lukwiya had built before anyone else even knew what was happening.
This is what the mainstream story leaves out. The intern who refused a teaching job in England. The doctor who walked into the bush instead of the nuns. The administrator who turned the hospital into a shelter for nine thousand people, most of them children, every night.
The Acholi son of a smuggler who topped his country in school, won the John Hay Prize at Liverpool, and still chose Gulu over everything else. By the time he made that final speech to his nurses, the heroism was already the entire shape of his life. The Ebola work only made it public.
Happy Heroes Day, Dr Matthew and all healthcare workers who sacrifice more than they should have to! #HeroesDay
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Let us pray π
Heavenly Father, thank You for the gift of this new day. We choose to rejoice and be glad in it. You are great, mighty, and worthy of all praise. Your Word reminds us to set our hearts on things above, where Christ is seated at the right hand of God, and to set our minds on heavenly things rather than earthly things. Today, we choose to fix our eyes on You. Guide our thoughts, words, and actions. Lead us in Your wisdom, strengthen us for every task, and help us walk in Your will throughout this day. In Jesus' name we pray, Amen. πβ¨
Three months ago today, a war began that no one voted for β and the cost has been paid by people who had no say in it.
Thousands of civilians have lost their lives. Thirteen U.S. servicemembers will never come home to their families.
Americans across this country and our city have watched prices rise at the pump and the grocery store, their budgets strained by a conflict launched without a single vote of Congress.
Every life lost abroad and every dollar squeezed from a working family here is part of the same reckless bill, handed to the people who could least afford it by those who will never pay it themselves.
I opposed this war from the first day. I oppose it still. It must end.
LET'S PRAY
Dear God, thank You for Your love and care. We pray that Your protective hand be over us, may it lift us out of this pit of problems. Father, please go before us and make every crooked straight. Grant us peace, joy, and happiness in this land of the living. In Jesus' name. Amen
For some reason, this strain was named Bundibugyo, as if it were manufactured in the Ugandan district of the same name. Now the whole world searches for Bundibugyo, and instead of getting Tooro Semliki National Park, the hot springs, and Rwenzori, they get the Ebola virus that is in Congo, not in Bundibugyo. Shame on you, @WHO@WHOUganda
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