He Pierced My Blind Eye Open, My Future is Here

A motivational speaker pricked me in the eye yesterday in Kampala. Robert Bake. His name is not as loud as Ethan Mussolini of Success Africa. But, he gladdened me with his seemingly studied words. Now I have fallen straight into his pit.

In 2012, Mussolini during a Jinja retreat equally flabbergasted me. Musso is great for his spontaneous stress relieving skills. Bake stands special today for putting me into action.  Dear Bake, I started my homework the moment you left us alone. You are my witness; I did not say anything as you spoke. I was only listening. Actively.

One thing is for real, reading good work steadfastly is key in shaping our thinking. It enables us borrow best practices employed by successful people. One particular statement of this speaker (Bake) was a thunderstorm. It destroyed my territory. Bake observed that Success comes from talent, interest and sacrifice. We ought to discover our talents. Successful Countries like China invest in capacity building for young talents as early as possible.

Other contents that Bake shared were among others; the need to “divorce procrastination“, reduce the number of hours spent on sleep, prioritizing expenditures, having clear visions, missions, Objectives and goals, But also identifying gauges or pointers (some would call it - indicators)

Reader, where do you think is my talent? Do I have interest in it? Can I count my eggs laid by this talent today? Boy, these questions remain difficult for now because I met Bake only yesterday. Tomorrow should be able to deliver ONLY resounding yes answers.

For now, allow me undress myself in front of you and immediately also declare to you how I have intended (inspired by Bake’s speech) to dress up smart effective today onwards. The resolutions are based on my three year target. I will reveal this target when the time comes.

From now on, this blog will remain my biggest office. My talent, my interest, my training I gathered is absolutely here. Initially, I lacked the sacrifice, now I give it all. Every day or weekly I promise to live here and strive to market it and move on here.

Bye-bye to my pool playing colleagues. I will put the daily time I used to spend with you somewhere else for now.  Pass on boda boda, unless the situation is as critical as death, I will prefer from today to walk all the walkable distances to save some little coins for my groceries instead for now.

My facebook friends we shall be interacting a lot, but sharing only fruitful information. Casual chats may for now stay asleep. I need some little time to do productive work on this blog and research big from other online resources.

I encourage my friends who prefer beeping my mobile instead of calling to forgive me for three years only. My Airtime funds will be diverted to something I will disclose later, but I will always call people who mean straight business on the spot.

Restaurants will not benefit a lot from me again in three years. Rolex will be on a long leave too. Am going to cook my food at home. Junk foods can wait for me. I may enjoy them again when hard time gets me in the darkest corner of this small world.

Lastly, may THE ALMIGHTY guide me through this short journey. I will as well dedicate a lot of my time to seek from heaven. So help me God!

 

 

KARAMOJA SHOWERS, COUNTLESS HARMS, LET’S DRESS UP!

A visiting friend here in Moroto is sick. Badly sick, weak. He was never here before. He is now admitted in hospital, scrawny, and feeling totally forlorn. The doctor established multiple health problems in the boy’s city-bred body. First, he had unending headache which jokingly graduated into malaria.

At the first clinic he visited; yes, it was just malaria (I hope this clinic’s equipment is good, and heavens only should know if the human resource is equally competent) and nothing more. Accordingly, ‘coheartem’- (God knows I never learnt spellings of drugs) and ordinary pain killer in -Panadol could do.

To my amazement, like a booming business, the pain and heat instead worsened. Were the “corha…” and Panadol expired? It needs a ‘rare’ faithful one from Drugs Authority to confirm. How? Yet, boy, Karamoja is that far off, neglected, ignored and…who has time to stress his back, strain his eyes, waste his money, time on a dusty dirty distant desert business?

Anyway, a smarter hospital doctor diagnosed that Jonathan did not only have malaria, he had typhoid too. Brucellosis was also involved and a strange first-degree flue and dysentery were also in the squared. He equally tested Hepatitis E positive (at primary stage)!

 

Boy, although treatment for Joni’s illness is guaranteed and all is expected to be fine, my friend is so petrified. Scared that Karamoja soil may swallow him. But he will be good again; the medic is quite impressed by his rapid response to drugs, although injections seem to have gnarled his bottom badly.

Joni is definitely not alone, and Karamoja too might not be alone. Weather changes, - experts say equally withers welfare of all living things. Look here; during dry season, don’t harsh wind and drought shade off leaves of plants without consent? Likewise, the harsh realities of weather hits hard on human beings and other animals, domestic and wild. Thus, we need to beware! We ought to take caution. Let’s dress up by taking surveillance information seriously.

 

During rainy seasons, we have seen screaming newspaper headlines on Karamoja roads and floods year in and out. When this is happening, several disease outbreaks also divert attention of our mothers from garden work. Mothers queue at health units with their little ones waiting for treatment. Indeed, it’s partly because of this desperate scenario that ghost clinics have cropped up in the region today.

A fortnight ago, the health Ministry (in a one off health operation) sent a team to Moroto district and boy, most of those clinics where we took our wounds for dressing have been closed on account of lack of authenticity. Most of them according to my source are not licensed and the medics who were bandaging our wounds are not trained! May God make this right!

Worse still, as these countless challenges head home this flood season, habitual opportunists will not wait to do their usual dirty business. Gateway bus will jump the cost of transport for reason that they get stuck on the chubby road and passengers sleep hungry, others used extra coins to reach their destination. Here, God would expect the service provider to reduce cost since the service gets insufficient, but ask Gateway buses for more. Electricity power will now be on just - twice a week as groundless excuses, “rain has struck a pole” stays permanent.

 

Reader, no time and space is enough to describe a rot that will never be addressed. The problems of Karamoja could be solved even in a day, if there was that will. However, since human beings seem responsible for the multiplication of these evils so as to ensure apparent multiplication of profits somewhere, we can only pray and wait like we do for the second coming.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Let’s prioritize school enrollments to sustain peace in Karamoja

With the armed-violence reduction struggle in Karamoja now a success story,  time is ripe for government and partners to look at other significant development undertakings that will drive the region extra miles and ensure sustainability of the military achievement.

One such actions is strengthening education in the region.  A week ago the Resident District Commissioner for Amudat while commenting on the late reopening of schools in the district, observed rightly that “the insecurity of arms in Karamoja is now-no more, but education insecurity remains a challenge to be equally fought”.

Indeed, although schools officially reopened about four weeks ago, most children in a number of primary schools across Karamoja have not yet reported.  The big blame has always been directed to teachers who have equally fitted into the late reporting culture. Teachers also continue grumbling about inadequate shelter, high cost of living, peanut pay and the harsh environment of the North-Eastern part of the Country.

However, even in some well-established primary schools like; Morulem boys’ Lomukura, Komukuny boys’ and Kasimeri in; Abim, Kotido, Kaabong and Moroto districts respectively, pupils’ registration  for this term still stand below average - almost a month down the road.

According to education experts in the region, late reporting in Karamoja schools partly contributes to the region’s annual poor performance in PLE. Other key factors are associated with the feeding and financial challenges that Karimojong children actually hassle with amidst their learning expedition.

It is important to note that as a result of disarmament and the resulting reduction in raids by Karimojong men, there has been a shift in responsibility in homes.  Instead of men taking the breadwinning role (which used to be accomplished through raids), the button has been passed to the young ones especially girl children.

As a result, instead of going to school, most children prefer rotating within towns to look for ‘exploitative’ assignments in exchange for food remnants to feed their parents and little siblings back home. This task is largely executed by young girls. Meanwhile, the boys who are ‘culturally’ allowed to go to school, equally find it hard to fix such school demands as; uniforms, books, pens ...coupled with hunger –since they (children) also command feeding deeds in homes.  Therefore, children keep postponing reporting to school on daily basis, a thing that adversely affects their performance.

The use of children for livelihoods in Karamoja has become such a disease; even babies of two years are now placed in streets with open-begging hands. In Kampala, not all Karimojong children seen begging in streets are actually lost ones, they are simply engaged by unscrupulous adults –even their own parents!

These challenges can be fixed. Strengthening the school feeding programme in Karamoja is still indispensable. World Food Program has done this for decades now; however, the UN body now appears to be scaling off. Last year for instance, children in boarding schools in Karamoja survived mainly on porridge served once a day due to insufficient food supplies.

A special format of UPE that provides scholastic materials to Karimojong children is necessary. Government could also encourage NGOs to respond more to the education gaps in Karamoja. Currently, attention of most organisations in the region is still on peace governance issues, which is a no big problem for now.

Therefore, development partners could switch and fill the much wider gaps in the sectors of Child rights governance and sustainable livelihoods development for Karamoja. Supporting more Karimojong children in school will reduce redundancy and poverty which are the main stimulus of insecurity in the region.

Apart from blogging, Mr. Owiny is also Programme Coordinator, ANPPCAN Uganda Chapter, a Child Rights NGO.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Ugandans Need Awareness Creation On Children's Rights

Despite the various legal instruments in place, Uganda is clearly making no progress in fighting Child rights violation, one of the key issues the Millennium Development Goals looked at.

 

Apart from the obvious acts of witchcraft that has seen people look for children to be sacrificed to demi-gods, and demonic fathers turning their manhood inside their blood daughters, a lot of other mischievous persons have turned babies into Gold and diamonds for making riches.

 

Today in Karamoja, the Tepeth and Pokot girls are living in fear. The two clans have persistently continued to practice Female Genital Mutilation (FGM) despite the prohibition of FGM Act of 2010. The practice of FGM remains a lucrative business for cultural surgeons in these communities. Girls of about 12 years below suffer this disgrace.

 

The rampant disappearance of babies from Mulago Hospital equally testifies that we really do not have any strong guard for our newborns. Sometimes I imagine that dealers in young babies have links with some people within the institutions where children have continued getting stolen in a strange way. Should we assume that dealers in children connive with security personnel and some unscrupulous hospital employees to rob poor mothers of their young ones for big cash? Could this be why the problem keeps recurring in a National Referral Hospital?

 

Other disturbing cases of sexual violence against children, child labour, trafficking and carnage keep coming and vanishing unresolved. Could it be the power of money preventing children from getting access to justice against rich adults who pay off their crimes to be hidden under the carpet?

One thing that surprises me however is that most key stakeholders and children advocates only come out to give mere strong verbal warnings when a particular case is already off beam, instead of having a practical policy in place to watch and swiftly clear this humiliation out of the nation. As a country, we lack the law enforcement strength yet a lot of laws are in place.

At the international level, the United National Convention on the Rights of the Child gives an interpretive guidance to the country’s Children’s Act. The act in turn splendidly explains major laws relating to the protection of children in Uganda.

Regionally, the African Charter on the Rights and Welfare of the African Child is in place. There is also the 1995 Constitution of Uganda that explores in different articles under Chapter four, the need to protect young people. 

However, in the face of all the above governmental documents, haunting stories of gross violence against infants have continued to frequently dominate the local media, let alone those the press cannot see. Do Ugandans really understand the existence of such laws or are the laws just a hip of paper work known only to some isolated few?

Available statistics on child mismanagement in Uganda keeps going up, yet in other countries and at a global scale the fight against the problem is contrarily dropping!

A recent media report indicates that on average 23 girls and women are raped every day in Uganda, a figure higher than that of maternal mortality rate which is at 16 mothers a day. On child labour, ILO reports that the global figure came down by a third between 2000 and 2012 from 245 million to 168 million correspondingly but in Uganda, UBOS says two million out of 18 million children suffer the brutality.

In order to fix this issue of national moral insecurity; government, Civil Society organisations and all child rights activities should do more vigorous and broader advocacy and awareness creation on the rights and privileges that children are entitled to. Secondly, tougher but workable policies need to be put in place to ensure that perpetrators of child abuse suffer rightful consequences. Ms. Karooro Okurut the Gender Minister, suggests a death sentence for defilers; if this is something workable - why not do it?

Mr. Owiny is a Child Rights defender

SLEEP WELL OMOJA, SEMINARIANS, NGITEPETH & ETHUR ARE WEEPING

The boy wrote this letter and signed it before taking poison

Today, this Tuesday I've felt another shock of the year 2013. Boy, a young school lad shouldn’t pass on just like an insect.  Not like a white ant whose lifespan is naturally brief and flimsy. This particular loss is as agonizing as…hard to tell.

The S.2 student of Apostles of Jesus Minor Seminary in Moroto district committed suicide. The incident took place in Tapac Sub County, Moroto District on Monday 9^th. His problems may only be traced from his aunt, a teacher at Tapac Primary school.

Omoja was on holiday and stayed at the teachers’ school quarters in Tapac. Well, family issues are countless. Investigators hopefully may find out more, but the boy took poison and died in Moroto Hospital where he was rushed to on Tuesday 10^th. In his pocket, a letter below was found.

8.9.2013

TAPAC SUB COUNTY

P.O BOX MOROTO

 

Dear my family members,

I am not happy to write this letter to you. The purpose for writing this is to inform you that my days have come to an end and I also request you to pray for me that I may rest in peace.

And my last greetings go to the following people: my mother Ogwang Sofia, my father Owilli Jimmy, my big brother Omara Samuel, my sisters; Auma, Acheng, Akidi and lastly Akech. My grandmother, my step mother, my Aunt Awilli, my beloved brother Omara and all my relatives. So I request you to pray for my soul to rest in eternal peace.

 

I forgot to greet my great girl friend Atai Immaculate Martha and all my friends who are in this world. What made me to kill myself is the problem that I am facing in this world. Pray for me that I may rest in peace.
 

Thanks.

Your beloved son,

Omoja Fonicus Omoja

Note: I should be buried anywhere even though Tapac or anywhere else.

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The ambulance for Tapac Health Centre III   was at service instantaneously as the boy's condition threatened. The nurses, staff of the health unit did 100% service to try and keep life in the boy before setting the ambulance on road. Omoja’s life nonetheless met a full stop at Moroto hospital where I strongly believe the doctors must have done everything possible to try and save the tender life of this seminarian.

As the investigating team fill the bumpy road to Tapac tomorrow, sorrow fills the small community of the Tepeth who knew the boy. One close friend of the deceased describes him as a very quiet and disciplined guy. Most people who knew him strongly believe that someone could have silently planted stress in the boy’s life as he never knew how to cause any sort of trouble.

Although the boy like me is from Abim district, I never knew him. I never saw him. I will never see him again.  Now I write out of emotions generated from what people talk and the feelings of those who knew my brother Fonicus. Thus, all I can afford now is prayers, prayers for the good boy I didn’t meet. I plead that he rests well and waits for us not outside the kingdom of God.

Mean time, I hope the perpetrator (s) of Omoja’s death should realise the kind of loss he/she could have caused to Apostles of Jesus Seminary, to the kind hearted Tepeth community who treasured the poor boy, but most importantly, the loss to his family people in Abim district.

 Even if the architect of Omoja’s death will be made to face earthly punishments, life is sincerely irreplaceable whatsoever. A lesson though it is to those of us who are still alive and taking care of dependants. Let’s be human, share happiness and protect life. 

Brother Fonicus may your soul rest in a place out of harm's way.

 

 

 

 

 

 

KARAMOJA CORPORATE LEAGUE, POINTLESS BUT LAUDABLE

The “Karamoja Corperate League” is how the founders call it. Their vision: “A happy, healthy working population in Moroto”. They dream of employees that do not easily fall sick, not frazzled out easily, have full good hours at their work…

Their mission: “Making a contribution through sports in ensuring a happy healthy working class in Moroto”. I have no idea on how this contribution through sports will be enhanced.

Their stated goal: “Promoting Unity, pro-activeness and harmony among Moroto working class”. The organizers equally ascribed their purpose as, “Organizing monthly corporate sporting activities in Moroto”. This is their single main intention. Their games include; Soccer, Rugby and Tag of War, period!

By and large, the idea of this union is great. Last week, upon the arrival of its communication to various networking platforms, I weighed up an opinion destined to expurgate the initiative.  My natural believe is that in a free world, bowdlerizing on everything is essential. It creates room for improvement/adjustments. Agreed, I think the KCL is really unsuccessfully designed and very disappointingly decided.

On networking and putting happiness in the hearts of the “working class” in Moroto, I thought enough is already in place. Unless KCL carpenters intend to have a transition or, - yes I see the organizers might be craving to have a lot in the ‘happiness’ menu.   Otherwise the corporate night is also in place. Others are two competing night clubs; Kicks, then there is Whyspaz. Other happy “working class” go to Night Glory –making for us noise all nights throughout. Equally in place is Mzee-Gee and his comedy things. I also learnt of movie nights now in Moroto.

Sports -Soccer; Moroto has Uhuru League. A lot of soccer teams register and participate in this very popular -poorly sponsored confederation. The “working class” in my view, could throw their ‘pocket’-weight behind this trendy local football league by registering their team too, and participating.

Trying to have another analogous soccer occasion is to me a mean way of trying to draw a thick useless line between “working class” and ‘others’. The ‘others’ may also be doing their own private work or could be beneficiaries of employers of “working class”. My view is, we need to be one. Therefore, we need to create something that will kill the gap between “working class” and ‘others’. We need to engage ourselves into activities that will do real corporate social responsibility roles. What can truly see the corporate giving back to the non-corporate. To the community. To the poor.

What could work?

The corporates or the “working class” for that matter could organise monthly community outreach activities. One thing could be reaching out to the sick and broken hearted in the hospital. With modest packages inform of soap…the corporates could surely soothe and rebuild hope in the hearts of the unwell. 

Another activity could involve the corporates heading to one community say -dirty Nakapelimen and doing meticulous cleaning of streets, digging dumping pits, erecting hand washing gears in latrine locations while sharing with the community the good of sanitation at home levels.

As people of various educational backgrounds, the corporates (“working class”) could also plan for inspirational functions within the local institutions. In the primary schools, secondary schools and colleges. They can organise a number of games, play…could even do debates on educational topics with these young stars. They can create a forum for students/pupils to ask questions on career guidance, career development. Those who happen to be the Old Boys and Old Girls can as well delve into telling their survival techniques in school during their past time. Something the young girls and boys could try out in their current educational expedition.

In this way, I feel the corporates shall be seen as big source of inspiration and mentors to the ‘corporates’ of tomorrow. Indeed, in my outlook, such occasions could send strong signal through the youngsters in school down to their siblings –the ones back at home –making them realize that education is a true route to successful living. My thinking is such activities are more credible for performing corporate social roles. We are talking about what everyone can see, feel and positively appreciate and learn from.

Anyone who will see this opinion as the handiwork of a saboteur is not a responsible citizen of this Country. Whether Owiny is wrong or right is nothing like a problem. This remains a one man’s perspective and it does not mean Owiny will go around trying to encourage souls not to participate in the corporate league. In fact, Owiny will also participate in the league football, but his opinion remains as cool as a cucumber.

www.owiny.blogspot.com

 

The Bike You Should Ride Before You Die, Now in Moroto

Due to enormous public approbation of my humble means of transport here in Moroto, I decided at

A mountain bike is an exciting means of transport

once early this week to put up a shop and garage that will now allow people to acquire, repair and maintain their Sport Bikes.

Do you stay in Moroto and have a bike that needs spares, repairs or do you need a new first-hand sport bike? You are lucky-because this you now can have/get easily. The much specialised shop am talking about is located -Market street Campswahili as you climb up from the Gateway bus park. We are located only one house after the great Hotel D’Andrias. You can also easily access our shop by slopping from Golli Army Club crossing the bridge. We are at -outside lockups of the market.

The products offered are super unique, super smart, super strong, and super cool! We opened this landmark shop just four days ago. The brand we specialise in is called Nati –one of the best bicycle brands in the whole Asian Continent.

For starters, bicycles are of relevance to humanity in quite a number of ways. On my side, I consider; saving time, so that am always early on appointments. This is true when Comparisons with walking or delays due to traffic jam are considered.

Saving money, here you can manage to save the cash that most times get improvidently spent on Bajaj riders. For instance, before I bought my bike way back in 2010, I had calculated the amount of money spent on motorbikes and it was too much.

On average boda-boda could eat Ush3000/= daily from your blogger. This in a month is some Ush90000/= or more. Some people spend more than this and also suffer the risk of being ridden by boys who are sometimes on dangerous drugs…

Killing stress; when my mind seem unclear –I take to a ride away far to a place like the foot of the mountain, a lonely road or - off to Lia Primary school so that when I get back am clear after sweat and just take a shower.

Exercise; our bodies need some work out , yet most times we do not have the time to go jogging it around and or we may feel it is a bother – a bicycle gives you an invisible exercise. Those who spend long hours doing office work should think about this thoroughly. When you must be in office by 7:00am, then there is no time for you to do exercise. But with your Nati Bike, every ride to office is exercise; every step to market is not only relaxation but enormous exercise…

Moses one day got a knee injury after crashing with a motorcycle. In the hospital doctor said to the boy; “now that you fear massage so much, the best physiotherapy you need is to ride a bicycle.” Thus, riding is good and doctors recommend it for muscles rehabilitation in case of injuries, old age, young bones and the like.

Keeping clean and saving the sole of your cool Italian shoe; with a bicycle, like a car-owner, you are not stepping on mud, you are not scrubbing your sole on rough murram all time. In this way, one is kept clean and your shoe soles are not easily eaten up or bent off just like that.

Forget about the aspect of profiteering from this business, I also really initiated this project out of the passion for the machine. Equally, I feel this is some kind of social responsibility- in a way of ensuring that I contribute to the travel contentment of the community within.

Well, the venture might require that the beneficiaries cough on me some cash, but compared to other means like car hire and motorbikes, I feel it’s cheap enough. It’s accommodative to both low and high income earners. The little penny I charge is just to allow for better service delivery.

Don’t forget that unlike a motorbike, a bicycle does not need fuel, unlike the former too, one does not need a riding Kipande and no traffic officer in Uganda has reached the stupidity level of stressing bicycle riders asking for kitu-kidogo, however weak your bike looks. No license you to pay for the ownership of bike…

On the above note therefore, I wish to warmly welcome all those within the geographical location of the project to come and give support. Reader, your support may not only be through coming to buy a product, but come and give advise –to help us serve the beneficiary better. WELCOME ALL. THANKS FOR PROMISSING TO COME AGAIN…