18th, November.

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November 18, 2020, will forever be etched in our collective memory as a day of unimaginable tragedy. Countless innocent lives were brutally taken, their dreams and aspirations extinguished in an instant. A young child, full of promise and potential, was among those senselessly killed.

That fateful day, the world witnessed the horrors unfold on live camera, a stark reminder of our failure as a society. The brutal killings shook the very foundations of our humanity, leaving us to ponder: What drives individuals to commit such atrocities?

No one deserves to die, especially not for political reasons. The value of human life is sacred, and its loss should never be celebrated. Yet, we see people rejoicing in the demise of others, oblivious to the fact that death awaits us all.

Uganda's struggle for independence was meant to usher in an era of freedom, peace, and democracy. Our founding fathers envisioned a future where every citizen could live without fear, every voice could be heard, and every dream nurtured.

But what went wrong? We've forgotten the sense of humanity that unites us. We've lost sight of the love and compassion our Lord Jesus taught us. The brotherhood and sisterhood that once bound us together now seem like distant memories.

The pursuit of power and authority has led us down a perilous path. Many have fought to acquire it, only to leave this world with nothing. Where are the lords, kings, and presidents who once wielded immense power? Their legacies are but a whisper in the winds of time.

Let us remember why the Uganda flag was raised. It was a symbol of our independence, our freedom, and our unity. We sought to break free from oppression, to build a nation founded on justice and equality, and to foster a sense of community and belonging.

What do we benefit from hating each other? Does it bring us peace, prosperity, or progress? Does it heal the wounds of our past or pave the way for a brighter future? The hate we give, is the hate we create. What example are we showing the young generation?





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