So i have watched the rest of it, and am now back. At about 14.00 and the next 20 seconds, its clear America will not get involved if their Security or Financial Stability is not at stake. So what? Can we fault them for that? Or is it because we hallucinate in the same subconscious naivety most of Africa had when Obama ascended the presidency. Even then, we grapple with reality and take it out on Americans?
I have been part of Watoto Child Care Ministries, and i was fortunate to be a part of a team that has toured Canada and US. Simple, the mission, tell them about our plight, and ask for help. When we (Watoto Church) didn’t know how to solve the crisis of a parent-less nation, Gary M Skinner, did the same thing that this young man has done. Find a genius way to tell the story, and be humble enough to ask for help. To this day, some of the first children rescued by Watoto are now employed, most are at University, and they are giving back. Back to the cause that rescued them, so that cause can rescue others like them.
We didn’t fold our hands over half hearted efforts, and though Gary, originally from Canada was the brainchild, Ugandans, have now picked it up, and run with it. But the message is still outside there. And guess what, the help keeps coming.
OK, so I have just watched the first 10 minutes of the Video and I must say am impressed with this guy’s work. Ironically, i was listening to a “Friday Panel of Journalists” on KFM 93.3 last evening, and I was unimpressed with Chris Obore’s anger towards America in general, not to mention Timothy Kalyegira’s typical conspiracy theorem alluding to minerals in Karamoja and Black Gold in Bunyoro, as the real keys to the interest that the americans now have in Northern Uganda.
Granted, I would shoot Kony on sight, and ask Ocampo to have a field day trying his body, am sure that too is a criminal. But that’s me. Human, as they come. But so are the children that Kony has displaced, all these years. So are the mothers without lips, who saw their babies head-smashed on trees. How can i forget the van of students from Jimmy Sekasi institute of catering that was set ablaze on the roadside? Or the pots in the junctions, from which limbs were boiling, and an entire village fire razed, in a night of terror? How could i forget?