Saturday, January 27, 2018

Compassion: What a Canadian learned in Uganda


The founder of Street Kids International is a Canadian from Vancouver, British Columbia.

When I was in high school at Canada's School for Students of Exceptional Promise aka www.PearsonCollege.ca, the gentleman came to our school to talk to us about his Project with Street Kids. He had just returned from Uganda. I will tell about some of what he did in Africa on another day after I finish hacking Tish's phone to find out about the Trump Pornstar story. 

Anyway, this gentleman said something that did not come as a surprise to me at all because I was born and grew up in that SHITHOLE whose SHITTY president is proud that President Donald Trump called Africa a SHITHOLE. I should not digress though because this story is going somewhere. 

When our Canadian friend was in Kampala, he found some street kids who were very hungry. He had only one orange. So he gave it to the first kid who had gotten close to him to practice his Lutsungu. Please use Google and you shall find the translation for the word LUTSUNGU.

The little boy peeled the orange and walked back to his friends and shared it with all of them. So the Canadian gentleman was shocked but pleasantly surprised at the same time. He asked the little boy why the little boy had done that. "You are hungry. I just gave you an orange for yourself. Why did you share it with the others?" 

Apparently the kid replied "But they are also hungry. I cannot eat when my friends are not eating". Consequently, the Canadian gentleman indirectly, without saying it straight, was told us "you cannot be well when the others are not well".

This is one of the biggest mistakes we make.  We will never have enough to eat until everyone is fed.  We will never be free until everyone is free.  We will never be wealthy until our wealth is shared.  For without compassion and sharing, we shall have wars, terrorism, vandalism, crimes, mafia, Robin Hood, bank robbers, drug dealers, malicious intent, white collar crime..nebilala nebilala.  For you may build a mansion now but do you remember Chateaux Versaille when it was stormed because we had run out of cake?

So if a Canadian can find love and compassion on the streets of Kampala, what are you Ugandans doing watching your own people get killed in front of you or a woman get chased into a river by goons who have no hearts at all and then you go on media saying "I wanted to save her but did not have someone to hold my phone for me".  May thunder strike you!  AMEN.

Martha Leah Nangalama
Moncton, Canada
Born in a SHITHOLE. 

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