Delayed outrage at gender propoganda

In reading The Media and the Rwanda Genocide, I realized I had once read hate literature that seemed almost academic while in reality being pornographic. I remember, regret, and repent.

In reading The Media and the Rwanda Genocide, I realized I had once read hate literature that seemed almost academic while in reality being pornographic. I remember, regret, and repent.

People born in 1986, when Ugandan President Yoweri Museveni took power after a bloody five-year guerrilla war have grown up, and many now have children of their own.

Prostitutes and religious conmen hear me well. I am not a loaf of bread. I am a husband. I am a father. I am a pastor. I am a runner. I notice that some choose to follow me. Some are seekers. Some are children. Some are prostitutes. Some are religious conmen.
In this period as we prepare to commemorate the 1994 Genocide think of the many small things that we daily take for granted; the mundane chores around the house; the quiet walk through the streets; the gatherings with friends during the weekend to watch a football match on TV; the trip to the market to buy groceries; the commute to work – small things that add up to a normal, peaceful daily life.

African opponents of military action against Muammar Gaddafi by Western nations have been voicing supposed outrage against the action. They average man on our streets is giving the usual half-thought-through reasons for his objections: “The Americans are only after Gaddafi’s oil”, they assert. “It is the usual imperialism of America and Europe; why is it that no one else is attacking Libya?” they object. On BBC African programs you will hear several assertions that “American bullies” are bombing yet another Arab country for its oil.
Listening to one of our local sportscasts some time back, I couldn’t help but think that we were clearly missing out on some ‘real action,’ no pun intended. As it has now become customary in the local media’s sports news, the story of the day was a one sided collage of intrigues, internal politics and unsubstantiated allegations. Much to my surprise, not much during that show was dedicated to the ‘Rwamagana cross country race’ they were supposed to be covering. Instead, the listener was served with what appeared to me as an orchestrated character assassination attempt, duplicated on various other radio stations.

If you have functional eyes in Kigali you have seen the latest condom advert. A beautiful young couple gazes at you. She holds a condom in her hand. The message states clearly, “protect your life with a condom. Protecting oneself and others against HIV/Aids is everyone’s responsibility. I choose to use condoms; what about you?”
Readers of The East African, a prestigious weekly that strives to serve – in equal balance – the market after which it is named may have noticed that I had began to write a column for the paper, then abruptly stopped. A few of the readers have been asking what happened.
Well, what happened is that there was a misunderstanding between me and the newspaper’s editors about how I should write the column. The men from Nairobi thought the column wasn’t critical enough about the administration in Kigali; they wanted something feistier; in short I should adopt a more critical tone.
Back when I was a teenager, my Mum and Dad had only one dream and one dream alone for me; to become a successful person in society. And to that end, the imparted with me the two ‘magic words’ that would haunt me for the rest of my life: “University Degree”!
As far as they were concerned, along with other parents in those days, success in life was simply inconceivable without having frequented the corridors of ‘higher learning’ institutions. Despite my obvious and natural affinity to the arts, it just wasn’t a serious option to be given any consideration.

There is a tradition set in the western world to evaluate the first 100 days after an executive appointment. Indeed our first 100 days of tenure as Chief Executive Officer at the Private Sector Federation (PSF) were tense and hectic compelling me to absorbing a large amount of information, to meeting a good number of private entrepreneurs and key stakeholders from the public institutions and donors.