Sometimes my life doesnot have any plan, intention, liking but ... i came in knowing this world too late and getting used on the situation i have passed in here i Uganda.
Having the heart of loving is a wealthy to me,those who love me and those who hate me .. i appreciate all ... we the displaced people , black colored in Africa ...
uganda my country the elegant adventure full of poverty and tribe segregation, suffering and joy , living and death .. every body loved this country all year s.
Even though we are takn as refregees i never had the hate of living , the love of every one who flows red blood and human too , we all remain as brothers and sister.
I was born on the 15 of September 1990 in Uganda, Kampala city at mengo hospital [buganda kingdom] the suffeing and the love , the bad and the good situation i have passed in never gave that chance of happiness ,
I believe Kampala is the greatest city in Uganda for year i have lived here i never got any thing good that is mine ,any one trusted, every one is wicked...
Every morning i take a walk down his streets , it ask me my names what am i doing here, who are you, where are you from , i get no reply ... am a no body here those who pretend that they love us most are enemies ..
Poverty visting like a visitor , i get a heart of question with a no reply?
Do i have a reply ? after half a lift time spent here this land still remain alien to me and i to it .... no one here knows me, none except orphans because am like them .....Neither do they belong to a country , just drop down where to find food.. when they are full then get there way
I dont have home , my mum is home, who was abandoned by relatives after the death of his husband on the 30 dec 2005 in Apac district [Uganda] i dont have any home but mum is my home ... the one i know the one who gave me life , who gave me every thing and one who is feeding me now .. my mum , a ugandan , father too ..
Look the tear of a black Ugandan woman , with six children at hand , chased away from his home land because of proverty but she still remains as my sweet mother ..the one who created me and i know her as God to me .. suffering never meant to her as end of life ... if being with some body means i can be true to all ....
We are the displaced people from the central part of uganda from the district of kampala staying in mutungo street found in capital city of Uganda
This was thrrough the result of abandoning since the year of 2005 , when our father died and left us alone and we were abandon by our relatives in northern Uganda lira district, they abducted all our fathers properties and they promised us that they will do some thing to us , which they never fulfilled up to today...
In 2003 i was chased away from school,and all my brothers and sister because of fair .. we are at home now. i left my high school up to date , doing little jobs to survive .... which cant build me, forcing life which is hard for me ..
we are temporarily living in the district of Kampala .. our number is 8 now , one mother who is struggling for us , which she cant manage,we are 6 children in a family, and am the third born struggling without hope , forcing our self to be OK but we can not.
We therefore look forward the success of this request , which would enable us to resettle in our ancestral villages
Having the heart of loving is a wealthy to me,those who love me and those who hate me .. i appreciate all ... we the displaced people , black colored in Africa ...
uganda my country the elegant adventure full of poverty and tribe segregation, suffering and joy , living and death .. every body loved this country all year s.
Even though we are takn as refregees i never had the hate of living , the love of every one who flows red blood and human too , we all remain as brothers and sister.
I was born on the 15 of September 1990 in Uganda, Kampala city at mengo hospital [buganda kingdom] the suffeing and the love , the bad and the good situation i have passed in never gave that chance of happiness ,
I believe Kampala is the greatest city in Uganda for year i have lived here i never got any thing good that is mine ,any one trusted, every one is wicked...
Every morning i take a walk down his streets , it ask me my names what am i doing here, who are you, where are you from , i get no reply ... am a no body here those who pretend that they love us most are enemies ..
Poverty visting like a visitor , i get a heart of question with a no reply?
Do i have a reply ? after half a lift time spent here this land still remain alien to me and i to it .... no one here knows me, none except orphans because am like them .....Neither do they belong to a country , just drop down where to find food.. when they are full then get there way
I dont have home , my mum is home, who was abandoned by relatives after the death of his husband on the 30 dec 2005 in Apac district [Uganda] i dont have any home but mum is my home ... the one i know the one who gave me life , who gave me every thing and one who is feeding me now .. my mum , a ugandan , father too ..
Look the tear of a black Ugandan woman , with six children at hand , chased away from his home land because of proverty but she still remains as my sweet mother ..the one who created me and i know her as God to me .. suffering never meant to her as end of life ... if being with some body means i can be true to all ....
We are the displaced people from the central part of uganda from the district of kampala staying in mutungo street found in capital city of Uganda
This was thrrough the result of abandoning since the year of 2005 , when our father died and left us alone and we were abandon by our relatives in northern Uganda lira district, they abducted all our fathers properties and they promised us that they will do some thing to us , which they never fulfilled up to today...
In 2003 i was chased away from school,and all my brothers and sister because of fair .. we are at home now. i left my high school up to date , doing little jobs to survive .... which cant build me, forcing life which is hard for me ..
we are temporarily living in the district of Kampala .. our number is 8 now , one mother who is struggling for us , which she cant manage,we are 6 children in a family, and am the third born struggling without hope , forcing our self to be OK but we can not.
We therefore look forward the success of this request , which would enable us to resettle in our ancestral villages
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
Monday, August 3, 2009
BIOGR
Lebone was brouht up by his mum and father in kampala ,1000mile to sudan.. he settle in uganda , determined to make his name as a proffesional doctor , by 1996 he was taken to school.. luzia church of uganda primary school to recieve knowledge , by 1998 he turn his attension away from school anmd emabarked upon the serie of a senior footballer which he hoped would make him a ugandan footballer but things never went good , in 1999 his worst day in life , his first friend to be hated by him ....
his books brought him down cause he never had any attentin at school, he was dence in class but he had common sense.....after the loss of his friend , lebone turn to be lonely all his life , he never admired any thing in this world .. but what he like most was being what he was dreaming to be ....he struggled alot and turn him self to be expendable , but wasa at a heat a replicane with strong scense . he took part in the dember revolution of the 2005 , and gave spirted support to the the burrial of former ugandan president who the founder of independence of uganda in 9 october 1960 in akokoro district (lira) in nothern Uganda ..by 2006 his father was poisioned at the village .. lebone joined basket ball, playing in vegeterians in luzira ... in 2007 he got another friend know as sanga fiona , she was a girl , by 2008 , through his trust ,,, fiona fall in love with lebone .. on the 22 feb 2009 fiona came the first girl to kiss lebone ....by 17 june 2009 he got a little missunderstanding with SANGA
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