MOROTO, WE NEED TO TRY HSGs, OR CONTINUE STATIC FOREVER!

Moroto Municipality.  A thing or two persistently keeps dragging the growth of this principal Karimojong capital backward despite her pedigree.  

For starters; Moroto, Mbale, Arua, Jinja, Soroti, Lira and Gulu were created at about the same period and should ideally be at the same development path. Now as it stands, we can’t believe it because even smaller towns; Mbarara, Fortportal, Masindi, Mubende, Hoima, Luwero, Busia including other ‘microscopic’ trading centers around the Country have come and proceeded far away from our Moroto.

Grotesquely (boy, run for your dictionary), the factors causing this social economic immobility in development are quite easy to fix. In my view, there is need for a Kagame type leadership to ensure a breakthrough. Well, am not saying this should be Rwanda. It remains Uganda. However, a fashionable person wouldn’t hesitate to ask; what the hell is the problem with Moroto? Who is not doing his/her role? It’s Just quite crazy guys.

Today, this heroes’ day, I clutched on such a haunting walk traversing some central streets in Moroto’s liveliest center –Camp Swahili. Plainly speaking, the town still suffers terrible filth despite budget allocations by government and development NGOs in the health and hygiene sector.

Should we say that the funds are wrongly used? I couldn’t agree with a colleague whose observation last year showed that even an international NGO had intervened in a non-realistic fashion. Someone had taken a photo of a dumping pit created by an NGO in an attempt to rid the Municipality of garbage.

It looked really bad because the rubbish was full to beyond capacity and garbage was all over a radius of 10 meters and more from the ‘development innovation’ point. Today, I agree fully with my friend. The dumping pits are now officially swallowed off. You won’t see them again, but instead today, even a blind man can fully visualize that all the ‘innovation points’ have become potential disease breeding areas in the Municipality.

Guess what? If I were in charge of making things change in this town, I would ask all hygiene/sanitation project implementers to direct funds on vehicles and fuel for fetching garbage out of the town. Honestly, we can’t have a dumping ground within the town and near people’s residents! Anyhow, am no engineer but technocrats should advice and give our town a good image.

More useless thing is the presence of ‘human dung’ in several points of this very important town. Terrible and unbearable spots include Labour-line area after hotel D’Andrias. I would give the owners of that new structure opposite the Market an ultimatum. They either complete the structures immediately and allow business or pay security guards to stop members from dumping ‘dung’ all over the place.

Other terrible places are Nakapelimen, Katamukono and Campshaili Chini near Kakoliye Primary school. During Taria sita, I sympathized with Museveni’s soldiers. The UPDF tried their best to fish out smelly garbage out of this town but boy, feaces is not a good thing. I would equally use the military to deal with the unfortunate members the military way. Can’t the army succeed in this disarmament deal too?

The Municipality should alternatively write a Project proposal for the recruitment, training and deployment of hygiene security guards (HSG). Trust me; donors like UNICEF can release funds for such. HSGs would be tasked with identifying and arresting all those who litter or defecate within the town. A strict by-law in place would also see to it that such culprits are arrested, tried and taken to prison. Boy, wouldn’t this be the only way, we might easily redeem our town from the current grime impression?

What should pain civilized men is the fact that free public toilets exist in town! An extreme case is one I witnessed in 2010. It was in Namijimij village, four kilometers outside Moroto Municipality. Friend, the LC1 of that village had turned a public toilet into his office and store; meanwhile members fenced the “office and store” with feaces of all structures. I strongly believe that there is something we can do in order to change this. Can we seek regional advice from Paul Kagame of East Africa’s smartest country -Rwanda? Over to you people who are in the things!

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Moroto Dioeces and the New Bishop

Heaps of Christians from the Catholic assemblage in all corners of Karamoja, and from all angles of

The New Bishop of Moroto Rev. Damiano Giulio Guzzetti at Moroto grounds

Uganda and beyond Saturday gathered in Moroto town to witness and lead the promotion of a priest to a Bishop.  

 

Rev. Damiano Giulio Guzzetti was dunked into the seat of bishop of Moroto Diocese in front of an overwhelming congregation from across most religious and political divide.

 

Key people who matter included Ministers, Members of parliament and other political heads in the Internal Security Sectors and the local council. From the religious sector itself, the Apostolic Nuncio in Uganda Monsignor Michael August Blume was among the several big shots who adorned the occasion.

 

The 55 year old Damiano, is an Italian who spent most moments of his priesthood career in Karamoja. He replaces Rt. Rev. Henry Ssentongo who served Moroto Diocese for two good decades.

A powerful statement from bishop of Tororo Arch Diocese who was principal consecrator. Rt. Rev Dr. Emmanuel Obbo could easily raise eyebrows of committed Christians who are well versed with the politics of the Church.

“You should be a good bishop, pray with people, listen to them, bring out the best in the believers and also, ask them to bring out the best in the church," Obbo appealed to the new Shepard in front of an enchanting crowd at Moroto Boma grounds.

Security was tight; police and the UPDF were fully on gear. The president as usual took advantage of this good number of voters through state minister for Karamoja, Barbra Nekesa Oundo.

A brand new Landcruser was thrown to the new commander of this ‘valued electorates’ and in a statement, the minister observed, “The Karimojong are now the champions in the fight against sectarianism.”

Nekesa equally did not let go the fact that government has achieved hugely in the Karamoja peace, recovery and reconstruction program. She thanked the new bishop for consenting to the backbreaking assignment in Uganda’s most demanding region

A resettlement fund of seven million UGX was also dropped from the wallet of Janet Museveni, the minister for Karamoja to the new Bishop.

Bishop Damiano is the fourth bishop to serve in Moroto diocese. Others where; the late Rt. Rev. Sisto Mazzoldi. Mozzadi was the first bishop of Moroto. He was succeeded by Rt. Rev. Paul Lokiru Kalanda.  Rt. Rev. Henry Ssentongo was therefore the third servant of the diocese.

Next year, Moroto Catholic Diocese will commemorate 50 years of existence. During this distinct occasion, people again from different places will as usual come to celebrate together. It will also be that time when the Christian community would (in the ideal world) do appraisal for the new bishop.

The bad thing about Christianity is the inability to sight the negative facts and easily speak out to avoid poor perceptions by chronic pagans who will always stay out of church because they think the preacher-man is bad.  For the meantime, welcome dear Bishop Damiano!

PROFILE OF THE NEW BISHOP:

Date of Birth: -15th July 1959.

Place of birth: Tulate, Lombardy-Italy.

First Ordination:-23rd September 1989.

Languages:-Italian, Ng'akarimojong and English

Studies.

1983-1985:-Novitiate in Venegono, Italy

1985-1986: English language studies in Dublin, Ireland

1986-1988: Theological studies at St. Mary's National Major seminary Ggaba-Kampala-Uganda

1988-1989: Theological studies in Tangaza college, Nairobi,

Assignments:

1989-1994: In charge of Missionary animation and vocation promotion of the Comboni missionaries in Italy.

1994-2009: Curate at Namalu parish, Naoi parish and later on parish and later on parish priest of Matany parish in Moroto diocese

1999-2002: Member of the provincial council of the Comboni missionaries in Uganda

2009-2013: Formator of postulants in Jinja

2013-2014: Treasurer of Comboni Missionaries community in Venegono, Italy

9/2/2014: Appointed as the new bishop of the diocese of Moroto

24/5/2014: Ordained and installed as Bishop of the diocese of Moroto

 

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GOD, THIS IS NOT TRUE AND YOU KNOW IT!

LORD. This is not true. It is not fair. I cannot hold it. It is too harsh. It’s too painful and; it is too much. I cannot hold it, if am wrong then tell me and teach me. Teach me. Teach me lord. Teach me how to live like a husband. Lord, teach me the good ways of a father. A father whose daughter must look up to. A man, whose faith will never be washed away by whatever forces of this world, I want to be a father whose plans are family plans. Lord, this dream was not true.

Reader, there is a time in our lives when we must admit the truth and seek the almighty his word of advice. I think today, this morning, this 4:30 am moment, is my time. Without hesitating, I admit that my faith, my commitment to the Lord has of recent developed legs. Who will rescue me now?  My faith yes has flown off to the dogs. Who will join me in this urgent Marathon destined to catch up with the hungry, wild dogs? The mongrels have taken away my allotments. My share of the warranted service to my creator. Who will run by me? How shall I get this back?

“It’s good to always pray”, one of my Facebook friends observed just yesterday in a comment to one of my humble posts. I think Bosco’s point is crystal clear. It is pretty right. Humanity ought to observe it and witness it sincerely!

Friend, I have woken up from one of the most aching dreams of my life. Here it is: I placed my Family (wife and daughter) inside an apartment up one of the flats walling a re-known street in that town. It’s a town in the dream whose name didn’t come through anyway.

When I got out for a casual tour of the environment around the Estate, a casual interaction on phone resulted to a small disagreement with my beloved wife. The disagreement was that casual and truly not worth anything that can separate ribs. She did not cry that she will not see me again. In fact, she wanted me back in the room for a quick solution and a clear future plan for the day.

When I turned back to go and meet her, the structures of the building where my angles remained changed. I saw a different building at the spot where my family remained. My eyes could not locate the wall-street where I placed my sweeties. My sister’s (I call my wife sister) mobile was not going through. Surprisingly, I could locate the apartments of my immediate neighbors within the flat. Indeed in this dream, more than five neighbors led me to the location of my own apartment within the flat without success. The dream took me out of this flat. Out to the streets.

Have you ever run all over town looking for the most important thing in your life? I was running looking for my beautiful two. I was looking for the street where the flat and the apartment I left them in was located. Reader, I did’nt locate my friends. My sister and my daughter were out of my reach in this stupid dream. When I woke up, it was 4:30am here in Moroto, and the wall clock was making a seemingly deliberate loud clicking.

At this moment, a common practice of committed faithless creatures dawned on me like an abrupt raindrops in the desert. I rushed down on my knees saying too many words of prayer to the man I seem to be relaxed to always give prays. After begging him in some quick melodic words, I remembered an old Bible my sister used to read when she had a stomach. She had left it behind (for me in our house) when she joined Campus.

Here I read: “When the Lord brought us back from Jerusalem, it was like a dream. How we laughed, how we sang for joy! Then the other nations said about us, “the Lord did great things for them” indeed he did great things for us, how happy we were! Lord make us prosperous again, just as the rain brings water back to the dry riverbeds. Let those who wept as they planted their crops gather their harvest with joy!” Psalms 126.

The quote is from my sister’s old Bible.  I will buy a new Bible for our home today.  Already, we’ve agreed on this via a phone discussion where this threatening dream was topic. My wife is happy for me on the spiritual plan. She is regretting and cursing the dream, and we are looking for a spiritual advisor and family mentor. Where should we find one at no fee within this world?

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Obonyo - Jabwor and Omwony Ojwok in Abim; Their Life Wallets

The Ethur people in Abim district today, this Sabbath gathered to painfully, prayerfully and peacefully lower the body of their fallen national political trailblazer Hon. Clement Henry Obonyo Jabwor.  The former MP who acceded to respiratory failure on 10^th May at Mulago hospital will be buried in Kiru, his ancestral village.

Navigating from the sidelines of this antique phenomenon, this blog takes the pallbearers and exterior observers through the content of Mr. Obonyo’s life folder and that of another great Athur – the late Hon. Omwony Ojwok. 

The duo whose names fall among the greatest Ethur who existed in recent times completed their final journey home, but left behind historical landmarks that will continue speaking and sparkling for generations.

Born since the eighth day of April 1944, Mr. Obonyo attended colonial primary education between 1952 to 1960.  He advanced to Sir Samuel Baker Secondary School in northern Uganda’s Gulu district and proceeded to Nairobi University in Kenya for a bachelor of Commerce degree from 1967 to 1969.

His home nick-name, ‘Jabwor’ was given to Obonyo because of his reputation, amity, adoration and trust he demonstrated among his people of Abim district. Accordingly, such self-restraint worn for the deceased leadership trust by the Jabwor people. He was voted in parliament between 1980 and 1985. A former minister, Mr. Obonyo also worked in the UK as a Revenue Accountant between 1976 and 1978.

According to most Ethur people (especially elders); Mr. Obonyo is one leader who maintained a life of discipline until death. He never segregated his people. He never played his political baton bearers against each other like is common a practice among most political elders in this Country. In this way, Obonyo remained a neutral political advisor to every ambitious leader in Abim district.

Indeed, in a media interview with The Daily Monitor newspaper, Labwor County MP, Michael Ayepa testified how the deceased played a central role in mentoring and guiding him to lead the people. Ethur and Ugandans who knew Obonyo are sure to have their minds reverberate for centuries with the self and public respect, nonpartisan leadership skills the elder exhibited till death. As his body settles below the ground today, let’s pray he rests in absolute peace in the new world. 

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On the other hand, no true Athur, no true Karimojong and no true Ugandan and Pan-Africanist will forget Obonyo’s young ‘brother’, the late Hon. John Omwony Ojwok. Like “Madiba” and like ‘Jabwor’, Ojwok’s home name is ‘Ajoo’

Born on 1^st June, 1947, Omwony Ojwok remains a legend in Uganda and Africa. A two times political exilee, Omwony went to Morulem Boys’ Primary School in Abim district and, Lacor Junior seminary in Gulu. He studied at St Mary’s college Kisubi for ‘O’ level before joining Ntare School where he met president Yoweri Museveni and Eriya Kategaya in A’ level.

Omwony further studied at Wauwatosa East High School in Wisconsin, USA, under an exchange programme. He also studied and graduated from Makerere University with a bachelor of law degree in 1972.

He lectured in more than 10 universities across the world, including the distinguished Oxford University in the UK, and several universities in Toronto (Canada), Nairobi (Kenya) and Dar es-Salaam (Tanzania).

Omwony first went into exile in 1970 after a clash with Idi Amin over a press release he issued condemning the killing of two foreign journalists in Mbarara. He fled to Switzerland, where he pursued a Masters Degree in International Relations. He also did a Masters in Law, specialising in Third World Investments.

In 1978, Omwony abandoned his PhD studies at the University of Geneva and relocated to Tanzania where he alongside three other comrades; Edward Rugumayo, Dan Nabudere and Yash Tandon organised the Moshi conference in 1979, which brought together anti-Amin forces.

Before he died in 2007, Omwony also served as Director Uganda AIDS Commission (1994-1999), Minister for Northern Rehabilitation (1999-2001) and State Minister for Economic Monitoring (2001-2007).

For the people of Abim, a big vacuum remains to be filled. We are a small group, but our visions are in-depth. Today as we burry Hon. Obonyo, may we ponder and re-think critically on the way of refilling these gaps. The two Ethur Heros are a typical demonstration that education is the key to social, political, cultural and economic development. The task is now on the youth to embrace school and emulate these two fallen elders.  May they pray for Ethur from their decent graves.

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Did You Know That Gorillas Could Have Burnt Moroto Town?

The fire outbreak that brought-down several timber cottages in Moroto Municipality last week should send a message to authorities.  The message that the world is moving forward and ‘city’ centers shouldn’t be taken for granted.

Can they authorize reasonable developers to take up these spots, plots and ensure credible structures with plans approved by municipal engineers replace the wooden shacks currently dominating this street? Apparently, occupants of the burnt structures are mere business gamblers and they built hovels with rotten wood in a prime land at the heart of town.

Apart from the fact that these temporal and crowded wooden kiosks make the town really look clumzy, they are also hideouts for some very devious characters. Criminals, idlers and committed drug addicts hibernate in these places. Most of these goons play a role or two to the masquerading venders who seemingly claim ownership of these places.
 

For starters, these Country dwellers are most times behind such mysterious fires. We have seen such before. We have seen several times in St Balikudembe (Owino) market in Kampala. We have heard a lot of it in schools; and with innocent children dying in some. Normally, the people behind such fires never get caught. Why? Because they are unbelievable! How can you hold an insane man accountable for instance? In the end, investigators simply zero their findings to something far away from the truth; -just for purposes of producing the required report by a fellow relaxed government authority taxed to inquire, period!

Another terrible group that should be checked right away are the electricity power thieves. They will kill us all if our eyes are closed. About a fortnight ago in Matany Sub County, Napak District, the UMEME guys cut off electricity power connection because of this group. It emerged that some three wise men from Bugishu-land were earning a living out of power ‘theft by wisdom’. They would charge a paltry amount and fix the consumers on free power lines.
 

The three would simply throw a connection up the main live wire without bondage to any power measuring gadget. They got popular and rich within a month as people would now contact them (not UMEME) when their paid units got done. Thus, several illegal-risky connections were commonplace in Matany ‘town board’ until UMEME people discovered that most meters were actually not running, yet everyone had power. They accordingly cut off connections to Matany until the three wise men were identified, threatened and advised.

 

Back to Moroto and to Camp Swahili where the fire sampled the Kiosks. Who knows if the Kiosks’ managers were not applying skills of the three wise men to tap free power. Let’s ask ourselves a simple question. What kind of structures does UMEME recommend for electricity power connection and do they do the wiring of structures by themselves? Apparently, most of the Shacks that got burnt had electricity. Most of them are normally flooded badly when rain falls but they also had naked wire connections. Boy, wouldn’t this equally be a possibility for mysterious burning?

In my view, the Municipal council should now wake up from sleep and chat a quick, prudent, workable and strict development way forward for the Municipality. They can get a loan from Centenary Bank to develop such mismanaged plots. This would earn reasonable revenue. Alternatively, lease out these plots to serious developers and set a timeline for them to put up smart structures whose plans are approved by the municipal engineer. This would help shut up the shacks idlers and save the town from risks of losing innocent lives and property. Anyway this is my own opinion, - over to you people who matter.

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SIX KARAMOJA MPs USE THEIR LIPS FOR WRONG JOB?

East Africa’s biggest tabloid The Red Pepper will never stop tickling its audience with bitter facts in this Country. The latest lead story “200 TOP SLEEPY MPs NAMED” published yesterday Saturday 3^rd caught special attention of this blog.

Boy, whatever the victims think, I want to reiterate that this story holds a lot of water and it’s certainly one of those sensible-but painful items The Red Pepper has been illuminating without trepidation. The story dissected the house into two; those who open their lips only when “kissing, yawning or eating” and “the Best MPs” – those who contribute to house debates as required.

For purposes of appealing to my immediate audience back home, tolerate me girl. Let me cross. Let me comment on the situation of MPs from Karamoja region for today.

While I agree with the story overall, somewhere the story put a few devils in the right place. I hope MPs didn’t pay part of the Kyamkwanzi resolution cash to the snoop who did the wood-work so that their names are fixed where they otherwise would not qualify to be. I hope not.

Regrettably, six MPs from Karamoja were listed under the silent, sleepy group whose lips can only “eat, yawn and kiss”. They include; Terence Achia (Bokora County), Margeret Aleper (Kotido woman), Margeret Iriama (Moroto), Rose Iriama (Nakapiripirit), Micha Lolem (Upe County) and the one and only -Peter Abrahams Lokii (Jie).

In order to understand the above legislators squarely, let’s put them into perspective considering what their electorates can do or what they (MPs) can do in response to this dangerous charge from the fourth estate.

In Bokora, Mr Achia who has been in parliament since 2006 is aware of the no –nonsense G-8 coalition in that County. Despite his vast experience and knowledge deposit, Lawrence might face a Mt. Everest race in 2016 for two key reasons. He has eaten for long. His enjoyments habit has hugely leaked to a large number of electorates who might decide on another sober member of the G-8 to take up the responsibility. Thus, much as he has the brain and mouth to easily rubbish The Red Pepper revelation, greedy opponents are capable of using the story against him.

As for Margaret Aleper (Kotido Woman), the roots she built for close to 10 years since 2006 could not easily be uprooted if only she planned some few words to contribute even at committee level sessions in parliament. My worry with Margaret is the Jie voters are so mouthy. This sad news might spread like wild fire and burn many of her planted seeds before 2016. However, she needs just to keep enough money and copy the Peters’ Abrahams and Lokeris style. Short of this, there will be tears in Kotido.

The name of Margeret Iriama (Moroto Woman) should have been sheltered carefully because vote hunting in Matheniko nowadays is increasingly becoming a rock. With more ambitious women jealously and continuously eyeing the position, I thought Mama Iriama could have done better in this first term in the house. Her sympathizers say being a teacher she has a big network. She is also lucky because local political analysts believe her chief rival lives far away from home and only jets in after five years. True or False? I know none.

In Nakapiripirit, Rose Iriama might stay well quiet because she believes in what she saw with her two eyes at the neighborhood. She saw an old man wooing voters using envelops and mere cheap drinks. Above all she is among the MPs who think newspaper readership starts and ends in Kampala. Iriama has two advantages; she has about a decade savings from parliament and she is independent. I wish you victory again in 2016 madam, but teach your lips how to speak too.

In Kotido, there is this common talk that -history will be made if Peter Abrahams goes back to parliament in 2016. Remember Abrahams is the second longest serving Karamoja MP currently. He has never been minister like his colleague - Karamoja’s longest serving (state) minister. One man who can talk you out easily is Abrahams. I once interviewed him and he loves to speak a lot. The only bad thing is liars also speak a lot. Other factors held constant, The Red Pepper fact will haunt Abrahams unless…Oh I know he is good at wording off!

Without saying anything about Micha Lolem (Upe) who served even in the 7^th parliament, let me get down now and give credit where it is due!

To round up, Aleper Simon (Moroto Municipality) and Dr John Baptist Lokii (Matheniko) made names during time of the bad roads. Then, the duo had openly promised to divorce the NRM regime. However, their attempt prompted posh planned visits alongside the president to New York and to Adis Ababa. After this ‘global tour’ reward. The only twin voices for Karamoja died a natural death till tomorrow. I hope our boys will function again like before. But ASPRO and Dr are vocal and promising legislators for Karamoja to say the least. Dear voters, may we rally behind them in 2016?

Finally, I innocently want to congratulate MPs of Abim district for making it to the right group. In a special but natural way, I want to talk about this other one legislator. His car is humble. His heart is sympathetic and searching continuously for the needy. He is a good governance advocate. He will not grow rich because he has shared it all with his electorates. Boy, I do not eat anything and I need nothing, but credit must be given where it is due! I will spend another day to describe the current MP for Labwor County. Michael Ayepa. Meantime, let’s believe in The Red Pepper.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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!