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assault. After rejoining the army years later she serves as bodyguard to the Minister for Records who is disgraced and China is then captured by the Ugandan secret service and is tortured for six months. It is a story from the horrors of the Ugandan civil war, one of Africa's bloodiest and longest-running conflicts, which has gone on for over 40 years and where children are abducted and forced to commit atrocities regularly (as many as 8,000 per year). China's story exposes the reality of their civil war and the terrors committed and endured by children.
vacation. My sister Margie surprised us all with the strength of a real woman, and a relentless fight started between her and our stepmother. My stepmother grew thinner every day that passed, along with the remains of her good spirit, but still she managed to create a stand off between Father and his daughters. I watched my sisters being beaten nearly every day, but Margie only got stronger. Whenever the beatings started Helen, our first-born, would scream, telling him to stop, but Margie would
while busy chewing different kinds of leaves and giving it to it. I observed love and caring while looking at the baby monkey enjoying the mother’s arms. I kept on standing there, being afraid to move, until I spotted a small made-up road which looked like the animals’ path. Before I could think of going through, they moved in it, and just stood there while others sat in the middle of the road and watched me, as if not to make a move. I was becoming afraid because it was my first time to
day, so stop questioning me woman!’ My stepmother became even more mad, but she could do nothing because of my sister who had proven herself the strongest. Instead she began to cry until our father came home. He asked his wife of what had happened, and her story was almost unrecognisable. Then my father turned to me and asked of what I had heard, while the woman looked at me with warning eyes. I didn’t need to be told of what she would do to me if I told a different story, and to save myself I
The commanders came from their beds including our battalion commander, all drunk, Muslims and non-Muslims. We went to Katonga but could not carry on the attack. Big guns were lined up behind the bridge, ready to tear us in pieces, and we were ordered to entrench, so we began digging our holes for cover. As I dug, I recalled the words of confidence, and I promised myself never again to judge a situation before I came to it. We were parted by the difficult waters of the river, which only a fool
his bodyguard. Fred Kayanja was one of the kids that we were with in the bush, and he became Museveni’s bodyguard from when he was about ten, and when I escaped the country he was still Museveni’s bodyguard. Many of our leaders behaved like mad people, and they were more loved by Museveni, while the good ones seemed hated. Many of the good senior officers, who had power to change things, all were dying: in car accidents, or AIDS was to blame. The mad officers were promoted rapidly, and it did not