Monthly Archives: April 2016

Together we can #SaveCarol

Let me tell you about Carol

It is 4pm when Steven Daniels and I walk into Carol Atuhirwe’s home. We are moved by the big numbers of people already in. We are here to visit Carol.

Carol is one of the victims of the defunct radiotherapy machine that was in the news about two weeks ago. Her family and friends are running a campaign dubbed #SaveCarol.

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We have come on board to join hands and raise $80,000 for her treatment in the USA.

Carol was not like this five years ago. Like you and me, she would eat and talk with her mouth, something she cannot do today. She has both lung and throat cancer and we have to do something about it.

Carol’s story is representative of many cancer patients in Uganda stuck without treatment since the breakdown of the machine. They cannot afford the treatment abroad and yet they are in pain.

Carol’s story has made a difference. Because of her story, the government is taking 400 cancer patients out of the 40,000 to Nairobi at the Aga Khan Hospital for treatment.

Our government should get ashamed of its inefficiency and find a solution for the cancer patients. At this time, what  the cancer patients need is not an explanation but rather a solution to find treatment and save a life.

A car wash is being organized as a means to raise the funds on the 23rd April 2016 at Panamera and each car will be washed at UGX 50,000. T-shirts are  also on sale at UGX 30,000.

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To help Carol, send her mobile money account on 0784168178 or 0701930150

Account Number 1036100855574(Equity Bank)

When we come together, we can make a difference.

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Shall we talk about these things

 

What if we talked of civilization and its effects on us

Of abandoned libraries

And well stocked bars

And the glorious worship of TV soaps

And fully fledged boutiques

Or for the sake of euphemism

“Naked brains in knit cut suits”

 

Shall we blind ourselves from modern day slavery

The key to a well paying future in the foreign land

Being exported as toilet cleaning  expatriates

As other people fight to come into our land

Or

Shall we pretend to be silent of the imported poverty to our homes

Letting the resources rot under our feet

Because want to wear neckties

And belong to the great and mighty Kampala city?

 

Shall we not talk of the self centered politics

Of dying to buy that monster ride other than complete that maternity ward

Or of position hungry Members of Parliament

Who oppose nothing of salary increment

But rather stage theatrical productions

Fighting for the sake of retaining their seats

Shall we let our masses

Drown in the ocean of freebie expectation

Of misleading leaders

Dashing out brown envelopes

As silently and patiently wait for our turn

 

Shall we not promote high tech innovation in this land

But stick to making candles and soap detergents

As nations build hotels in space

Shall we remain locked up in high table mindsets

Fearing competition with the rest of the word

In trade and investment

As if wear a photocopy of their brains

Shall we do something about these things?

 

How long shall we be quiet on the apolitical  corporate

Who discuss issues in their air conditioned offices

Tweeting about everything

Whatsapping everything

Sharing links of everything

Literary gossiping and spectating about everything

 

And here we  stand

Ashamed no more of the nudity of our brains

Just as we gave up on that of the flesh

Shall we do something about these things?

Shall we talk about these things by David Kangye

What if we talked of civilization and its effects on us

Of abandoned libraries

And well stocked bars

And the glorious worship of TV soaps

And fully fledged boutiques

Or for the sake of euphemism

“Naked brains in knit cut suits”

 

Shall we blind ourselves from modern day slavery

The key to a well paying future in the foreign land

Being exported as toilet cleaning  expatriates

As other people fight to come into our land

Or

Shall we pretend to be silent of the imported poverty to our homes

Letting the resources rot under our feet

Because want to wear neckties

And belong to the great and mighty Kampala city?

 

Shall we not talk of the self centered politics

Of dying to buy that monster ride other than complete that maternity ward

Or of position hungry Members of Parliament

Who oppose nothing of salary increment

But rather stage theatrical productions

Fighting for the sake of retaining their seats

Shall we let our masses

Drown in the ocean of freebie expectation

Of misleading leaders

Dashing out brown envelopes

As silently and patiently wait for our turn

 

Shall we not promote high tech innovation in this land

But stick to making candles and soap detergents

As nations build hotels in space

Shall we remain locked up in high table mindsets

Fearing competition with the rest of the word

In trade and investment

As if wear a photocopy of their brains

Shall we do something about these things?

 

How long shall we be quiet on the apolitical  corporate

Who discuss issues in their air conditioned offices

Tweeting about everything

Whatsapping everything

Sharing links of everything

Literary gossiping and spectating about everything

 

And here we  stand

Ashamed no more of the nudity of our brains

Just as we gave up on that of the flesh

Shall we do something about these things?