Scovia Aweko gidaga

Research: Political Violence, Political Psychology, Forced Displacement.

[Scovia Aweko gidaga @gidasco]

@tatendamashanda Thanks @tatendamashanda!

[Scovia Aweko gidaga @gidasco]

Africa’s GLR hosts some of the largest number of displaced populations in the world. Reliance on humanitarian aid is not sufficient. Well designed social protection systems however can help meet needs of the displaced as we examine in this book.

[World Bank Group Publications @WBGPubs]

Refugees, displaced people & host communities need more than emergency aid, they need social protection systems that last. A new book examines how governments in Africa's Great Lakes Region can lead more effective, durable responses to forced displacement: https://t.co/HNBwFD8uoY

[NASA @NASA]

Hello, Moon. It’s great to be back.

Here’s a taste of what the Artemis II astronauts photographed during their flight around the Moon. Check out more photos from the mission: https://t.co/rzM1P0QbOl

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PhD Scholars at @Makerere under @MakCoBAMS are invited to the Doctoral Forum STATA Data Analysis Training—a hands-on session to strengthen data analysis skills. Bring your laptop, STATA software, & practice dataset.

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No paywalls, no subscriptions, no ads. All past issues of Lolwe are available to read online for free. Read the best stories, essays, poems by Black (African, Caribbean and Diaspora) writers here: https://t.co/Ytirw0Ec6c

[Dr. Ezzideen @ezzingaza]

I came back today. I thought I had known despair before, but what I saw today is beyond despair.
It is not grief, nor horror, nor pain. It is something colder, a stillness where even God seems to have withdrawn His hand.

The sky was impossibly blue. The kind of blue that mocks you, that makes you wonder whether beauty itself is a crime.
I walked through streets that no longer exist, streets that were my childhood.
They are now a wilderness of stone, wire, and dust.

A man stood on a heap, a neighbor, I think.
He pointed and said, “It’s here.”
I asked him how far.
He looked down.
And I understood: my house was beneath his feet.

I lifted my phone, as if the machine could recognize what I could not. The screen glowed; there was nothing to see. The earth had swallowed the distances. Even the smell of home was gone. It was as if the thread connecting me to life itself had been cut.

I dug with my hands. The dust burned. My palms bled.
My mother had told me: “Search for anything we can save.” And so I obeyed her like a son obeys the last voice that still believes there is meaning in obedience.

From a house that once cost my father one hundred and twenty thousand dollars, a lifetime of labor, of hope, of decency, I found two things:
a knife, and a pillow.

Two relics of civilization. One for necessity, one for illusion.
That is what remains of man.

I sat in the ruins, the blue of my shirt turned gray with ash, and I thought:
this is the end not of a city, but of meaning itself.

I thought of my parents, their hands, their faith in honest work.
How will they bear this? How will any man bear seeing his father’s roof turned into dust by a stranger’s hands, hands that will never know the names of those they destroyed?

But what tears me apart more than ruin is silence. No one speaks to us.
No one tells us where to go, who will rebuild, or who is responsible.
The politicians talk of victories, the generals of strategy, the world of peace and progress.
But none of them live here among the ashes. None of them stand where I stand, sifting through their own dead.

And those who claim to represent us, where are they? Where is the money they collected in our name, the promises they made before the cameras, the slogans they wrote while we buried our children?
Who among them will come to this ruin and say: Forgive us, we failed you?
Not one.

They sit in offices with clean shirts, counting our corpses as figures on paper. They say “reconstruction,” “aid,” “negotiations,” as though the vocabulary of power could fill the emptiness of a mother’s bed.

I tell you the truth: there is no crime greater than indifference.
The murderer at least acknowledges the victim.
But those who look away, they kill the soul itself.

I brushed the dust from my shirt, though I knew it was useless.
I wanted to see if there was still color left in the world.
There wasn’t.
The blue had become the color of mourning.

I looked at my hands. They were shaking, not from fear, but from the unbearable realization that we have become expendable to the world.
Our suffering is entertainment, our death a policy, our endurance a statistic.

I wept then, openly, shamelessly.
I, who once believed in the dignity of suffering, now see that dignity itself has been annihilated.
There is nothing noble in being forgotten.

If you are reading this, do not admire the style or the language.
Lower your head, and weep.
Because this dust, this silence, this cry, is what remains of us.

[VoxDev @vox_dev]

As of mid-2024, there are over 120 million people displaced worldwide.

Join us on March 11 at 1PM GMT (8AM EST) for the launch of our #VoxDevLit on Refugees & Other Forcibly Displaced Populations with Senior Editor @svrozo (@wb_research): https://t.co/fSM4ZW4ak4

[Giancarlo Visconti @gvisconti]

Unfortunately, unfounded claims about Haitian migrants aren't unique to the US.

In a new paper @The_JOP, @NandoSeverino and I show how Haitian migration to Chile sparked baseless concerns about crime.

Read more: https://t.co/qJUSRFBhsI

[Patrick Oyulu @patrickoyulu]

@HMV_SMACK @SMACK_UG @SmackObs @smackists ... A fallen #HappyMan

[Happy Men @HMV_SMACK]

...The late Alfred Gidaga Onyutha (3rd from Left in Yellow pants) while in @SMACK_UG circa 1988-9. A good Lourdelian @SmackObs .

Alfred passed away in South Africa and arrangements are in high gear to have his body repatriated to Uganda.

We will keep @smackists posted.

[Scovia Aweko gidaga @gidasco]

@aleshaporisky I can’t seem to dm you but I worked with Sam of Matrice. Here’s their website https://t.co/AH30aCmLlF

[Scovia Aweko gidaga @gidasco]

Looking forward to presenting my job market paper #APSA2023

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Check out the #APSA2023 presentation by @gidasco
coming up soon! @PurdueLibArts #PurduePoliticalScience

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Check out the #APSA2023 presentation by @gidasco
coming up soon! @PurdueLibArts #PurduePoliticalScience

[Scovia Aweko gidaga @gidasco]

@skytheacademic @USIP @kyle_e_haynes @LianaEustacia @gvisconti @MichaelGreig @LifeAtPurdue @purduepolsci Congratulations Sky!!!🥳🥳

[Scovia Aweko gidaga @gidasco]

@JackyKemigisa You know I always I got you 🤗

[Dr. Catherine Kyobutungi Muzukulu wa Bityo @CKyobutungi]

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[Scovia Aweko gidaga @gidasco]

Excited to present paper with @tatendamashanda looking at the effects of cooperation/non-cooperation between SAMIM & Rwandan forces on violence against civilians in Cabo Delgado

[purduepolsci @purduepolsci]

Check out the #MPSA23 presentation by @gidasco coming up soon!

[Scovia Aweko gidaga @gidasco]

Looking forward to presenting a part of my dissertation research tomorrow morning at #MPSA2023

[purduepolsci @purduepolsci]

Check out the #MPSA23 presentation by @gidasco coming up soon!

[Scovia Aweko gidaga @gidasco]

@tatendamashanda @CommonFuturesCH Thanks Tatenda!

[Ojok Okello @OjokOkello_]

With @JackyKemigisa, @gidasco, & J. Zzabu, for @CitizenReportUG & @KasUganda, we present “The State of Refugees in Uganda” research report. It presents insights the transcend the common narratives of Uganda as Africa’s best home for refugees. Take a look:
https://t.co/f5je8rd6pn