I think you know that I am a liberty and freedom seeker. I love people, I love to extend my empathy to everyone that comes my way. I hate generalisation of people, I hate to think that I am oppressed because of my tribe and the name I carry that shows it instantly but at the same time I see the suffering of the people outside Buganda. The leaders of these people--have committed crimes against us. They have killed us. They have incapacitated us to nothingness. We are crying. The leaders of these people--have committed crimes against us. Yet they too need my help..and indeed I have helped people outside Buganda Kingdom. In my own capacity..I have shared the humankindness in me that I give freely.

The oppression is forcing me to resist,but this time not just that--but determined to obtain our Independence. So that our generations to come may not pay the price we have paid simply because we are from a wrong tribe. This pain is immeasurable yet at the same time, I hate the feeling of trying to make ordinary human beings pay for crimes they haven't committed just because their leaders wronged us. I am failing to rest.

I am torn apart. I want to help these other people know that Buganda's independence is actually in their own interest. I want to assure them that they can live without Buganda. I want to promise them that an Independence Buganda will truly value their dignity despite of them taking that valuable asset from us. My head spins every time I hear them tell me--"we will behead off your heads" if you announce the Independence. The more they say it---the more I think of walking towards my desire to fight for liberties and dignity. There's just too much pain in me. My gestures to them is not helping...but abondoning our struggle to appease them is not an option. Long Live Buganda and Baganda. We survived British Whites---we will survive their representatives too.