{UAH} Stella Nyanzi strikes again

Anyone who has made love with me knows that in the throes of ecstasy, I am a screamer. Loud words of endearment passionately hiss out of me when I copulate well with an unselfish lover. Nsikina bulungi nyo nga omuwala omuGanda eyatendekebwa ba ssenga be abakuggu b'akaboozi k'abakulu. If you treat me right, I will always give you the sweet nectar from the center of my flower. And words of praise will fill your ears, flood your memory and boost the full maturity of your ubuntu. Ask the eavesdroppers outside my bedroom door!

If I scream from the pleasure of a lover's tender love and care, how much more of a raccus will I make when the gang-bangers raping me keep tearing into me with such intensely searing pain? How much harder will I hurl rocket-propelled grenades of words at the Musevenis and Musevenists who use their disease-infested organs to fuck up all my human rights, civil liberties and constitutional freedoms, here in the motherland? 

"Stop fucking raping me," I scream with all my might as the gang-bangers ram into me again and again and again.

You hear me screaming out with pain. I know that you hear me screaming against the incessant painful gang-rapes. And yet you pretend not to hear me. In fact you have borne this systemic rape for so long that you have now normalised the abnormal violence meted out to individuals, organisations, institutions, companies, communities, political parties, and the souls of diverse peoples of Uganda. 

You hear me screaming insults against the perpetrators of the rape of my rights, and you laughingly call me vulgar, obscene, profane and mad. As addicted voyeurs, you have silently watched the Musevenis and Musevenists raping every orifice on my being. I am haemorrhaging with my own red blood, mixed with the thick yellow pus of sepsis from thirty-one years of militia family-rule, and the black faeces of my overly exploited structural systems. The flag is stained by the gang-bangers. Only the crested crane cries in pain.

Your silence is the complicity necessary to crown our president a monarch whose great-grandsons will continue raping your own great-grandsons. Your silence in the face of my screams will not protect you. Scream your insults when you hear me screaming, because the gang-bangers know that rape is criminal. My rape is your rape: let's face it and resist!

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