The face of Kizza Besigye- Uganda’s oppositon Leader mirrors a weathered storm in a wild ocean.
His eyes dead ringer for a deep, troubled water, seemed to hold the weight of a thousand untold stories, each one a shard of a life broken.
Like a fisherman in a rough ocean, Besigye has navigated the most treacherous waters with perennial upheavals, disturbances and turbulences.
It’s like the World has never seen Besigye, we always sweep through the sea, tearing his boat apart and claiming his health, leaving him alone, adrift in a sea of grief.
A real man he once was, Besigye is now a hollow shell. His once vibrant laughter that echoed through is now replaced by a deafening silence, broken only by the mournful cry of his gulls.
Though sympathetic, we have kept our distance even though we visibly see the pain etched on his face and his eyes searching for something that was lost forever
But one day, a gentle nature and a quiet strength will begin to visit him. That nature will begin to listen to him. Besigye will start to heal. He will live again. He will laugh again.
That nature will teach Besigye the secrets of the ocean tides, and the language of the stormy wind.
One day, Besigye will no longer just be a man who had suffered. He will become a beacon of resilience, a testament to the human spirit’s ability to endure the darkest of storms.
His story, will be carried on the market places, salty breeze, whispered through the streets of Kampala, Jinja, Masaka, Mbarara, Gulu and all the way to Nairobi, DARASLAM, AddisAbaba, Cairo, Accra to Lagos.
A reminder that even in the face of unimaginable grief, one can find a way to heal and live again.
BLESSED is Besigye who suffering the brutal persecution in modern Uganda for justice’s sake: for his is the kingdom of heaven.
In God’s perfect system of justice, which cannot leave this debt of sin unsettled, this injustice must be paid for, and hope that God will solemnly right this wrong
