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By Vincent Vessy Nuwagaba-Kanyabwera
GOODBYE UGANDA, WELCOME EXODUS 23 NILE REPUBLIC UNDER DP LEADERSHIP
MONDAY JULY 10, 2017: arrested from Nakulabye and detained at the
Nakulabye police post. The reason for my arrest and detention I was
told is that I threatened to shoot people who had wronged me. When
they asked me whether I had a gun, I told them I had guns not a gun. I
added if they thought having a gun is criminal; let them charge me
with that. I was pushed in a tiny room where I found other eleven
people making me the twelfth and one other person was brought at
around 3am making the number 13. There totally nothing to aid one to
ease oneself apart from the bucket. No long call of nature can be
done. I told those I found inside that where they were was not a
legally acceptable detention facility but many turned their wrath
against me instead.
TUESDAY JULY 11, 2017: released from police without any charges
proffered on me. From there went to Alpha clinic in Kasubi and asked
Dr. Moses Twimukye for any amount of money he could raise for me. Dr
Twimukye gave me the money that he could afford. From there I went
and saw Charity Tisaasa and her mother Jairess Tisaasa. Charity
offered me a cup of tea and from there I went to Makerere where I did
a few things at the university and thereafter headed to Christ the
King where I had left my phone early morning on Monday but I was
tormented by some parishioners who think they are very important. In
fact I survived being arrested from the church. After picking my phone
I went straight to the DP headquarters to meet the party president
Norbert Mao. With Norbert we talked so much until I had to leave for
other engagements. Among other things I shared with him Exodus 23. I
also told him that I am a prophet. When I said I was a prophet, Mao
asked me to prophesy when Museveni’s rule would come to an end. I
dodged that question although I knew that the Museveni’s long,
arduous, predatory, insensitive, irrational, rapacious, ravenous,
populist and torturous reign had come to an end. What I asked Mao is
whether he was still ready to lead our territory erroneously named
Uganda and his answer was in the affirmative. I told him that we must
establish KYANGABUKAMA REPUBLIC. This is a kind of republic not
governed by rulers but by servant leaders. This is a republic not
ruled by human laws but by divine laws. I have often maintained that I
cannot be bound by a human-made law whose enactment I never was part
thereof.
WEDNESDAY JULY 12, 2017: I went to court to report on charges against
me emanating from Simon Peter Musoke MISR PhD administrator and Gerald
Ochwo who purports to be the convocation administrator. God directed
me to first see the magistrate Juliet Hatanga in the chambers. The
rudeness that I encountered is simply untold. I then went to the
courtroom and was rather shocked to find court had already started
something I expected those who were abusing me to tell me. I looked
around and never saw my accusers nor did I see my lawyer comrade,
Brother Adam Kyomuhendo Ateenyi. I rose up my hand only to be
lambasted by Magistrate Hatanga. She ordered for my immediate removal
from the courtroom and detention in the suspects/accused cells at
court. I was detained for several hours, deprived of all the Luzira
prisoners wanted – money, watch, pens and so forth. I called Josephine
Kankunda who called at the Foundation for Human Rights Initiative
(FHRI) and she was reportedly told the only person that would come to
my rescue is George Musiisi but he was in court. Rashid Bunya
reportedly said he would not come to my rescue because I often abuse
him. How I do that I don’t know because honestly I last sat in the
same office with Rashid more than seven years and I never insulted him
even for a moment.
At around 3pm, a female police constable came and opened for me. She
told me, “They say they have forgiven you but please never abuse court
again”. Of course I found Juliet Hatanga extremely wanting and had
wanted to immediately bring the matter to the chief justice but I
chose to leave it at that.
I knew there was a debate on south Sudan in which Prof. Mamdani was a
speaker. Although I was late, I chose to go straight for the debate.
Before I could sit down SPC Kikola pulled me out and pepper-sprayed
me. I ran straight to the church from where I went to the chaplaincy.
At 7pm or thereabout I announced the end of what has been called
Uganda on July 12, 2017. My followers might think I have been silent
but the truth of the matter is that soon after posting the
announcement of the ouster of Uganda, I was arrested and beaten
thoroughly by some individuals that do not reside in but always flock
Dag Post-graduate Hall Makerere. A one Arthur Owiny and a one Deo
together with the Dag custodian pulled me out of the hall as if I was
a murderer and started beating me with whatever tools they could
muster.
As I was being thrown out, Jose the custodian was shouting, “But he
left his computer”. Moments later when I went back to pick my
computer, I found Jose had ran away and couldn’t give me my computer.
I said, “Let me go and raise this matter with the Hall chairman, my
younger brother and friend Ronnie Ahumuza. Deo stood in the stairs and
insisted that I couldn’t see Ahumuza. When I maintained my resolve to
see the hall chairman, Deo grabbed me and started beating me
mercilessly. It is at this point that I got stones and cast them.
As a gentleman when the other students called for calm, I refrained
from throwing stones. I was whisked away by some students whose names
I do not know together with Deo and a policeman and taken to the
Makerere police station. At the police station, my captors were told
to take me to Wandegeya police station which they feared to do.
Immediately I went back to Dag to demand my computer and also demand
that I access the reading room. Deo brought my books and computer in
my bag and ordered the police to throw it outside and lock me out. I
had decided to leave it there if they were not allowing me access to
the reading room but was prevailed upon by my brother Yusuf Sserunkuma
to pick it and we go. Yusuf dropped me at the University Hall Gate and
gave me some money and bid me a good night.
THURSDAY JULY 13, 2017: I rested for less than an hour and went to
the MISR Flats. At MISR the policeman who was sleeping in the grounded
vehicle noticed someone was around for before I could climb up to the
flats I touched the Director’s vehicle and it made an alarm. The
police constable in counter-terrorism uniform used excessive force
assuring me that he would shoot me to death and dropped me at the
Makerere University police station. I found a regular female police
constable; another counter-terrorism police constable and the two CT
constables started torturing me. Shortly, a woman woke up in her night
dress and assured me that I would be shot dead. I was deeply tormented
from the Makerere police station and later the other police constable
told his colleague who had arrested me from MISR to take me and finish
me off. The guy told me to go ahead of him which I unquestionably did.
In a short while he got a huge stick and started hitting me as though
he was hitting a snake. When we reached MISR at 1pm, he subjected me
to all forms of physical torture but also continuously assured me that
he was shooting me no matter what. He told me that I had been a menace
to Mamdani, Okello Ogwang, Museveni and the police and that that early
Thursday morning I would definitely not live to see another day. While
I was not afraid of death, I definitely wouldn’t like to be killed
consciously. I had the choice to make an alarm but I knew that would
immediately make the man shoot me instantly. So I endured all forms of
torture, did whatever he ordered me to do until he told me, “I am
setting you free…should you set foot at MISR, you will surely die”.
The torture overwhelmed me and stopped me from making it at 7 sharp
for mass. So I went straight to the chaplaincy to meet my spiritual
director Rev. Fr. Charles Lwanga Makoboza. I met Fr. Makoboza didn’t
utter any word. Up to this day, he doesn’t know what happened to me.
Fr. Makoboza had confiscated a knife from me which I wanted to use in
self-defence but he knew it was going to kill someone even before I
confessed to him.
I later took tea and Katogo in the presence of Fr. Makoboza, Fr. James
Musana and Father Michael Kamuregeya. In all I did, Fr. Makoboza was
silently praying. Later when Father Makoboza allowed me freedom to go
my way, I poured milk into a cup and I followed whatever the spirit
told me. Later I found myself through the behind door which I had
never used before, passed via the chapel up to the main building where
I was assured that there was a directive to the police from Dr.
Barnabas Nawangwe, Dr. Ernest Okello-Ogwang and Mr. Charles Barugahare
to use maximum force to block me from accessing the main building. I
was assured that for as long as Prof. John Ssentamu-Ddumba is out of
Makerere, I will never access the main building. From there I headed
to MISR. Before I entered MISR premises, a lady saw me from a distance
and screamed, “Afande, Nuwagaba is there coming”. Immediately, the two
police constables approached and assured me that I would lose my life
if I stepped at MISR. I then went to senate to check on Prof. David
Owiny.
I neither found Dr. Owiny nor Buyinza in office. So with my cup in the
hands, I went to the level 4 conference hall where a conference on
research was going on. I was deeply disturbed and those who were in
that conference can tell the words I uttered. Immediately my brother
and friend comrade Lumumba Bwire pulled me out and gave me 10,000
shillings to go and sit and have a good meal and that he would later
take me to Dr. Nwangwe’s office which was my request.
Meeting Kiranda and Kitamirike at UNIFOG
As I left Prof. Lumumba Bwire, I went to UNIFOG. When I found Yusuf
Kiranda and Emmanuel Kitamirike I thought I had gotten a golden
opportunity to have people who could share with me my plight and lend
a helping hand. Even when my facial expressions were clear that I had
a very urgent problem that needed attention, Yusuf and Emmanuel
ordered me to go out and wait until their meeting would be finished
which they told me would take two hours. I responded by assuring them
that they owned no building at Makerere and therefore I ordered them
out of the UNIFOG building with immediate effect. I assured Kiranda
how I had achieved so much for students even when I was not a guild
president neither a minister. I reminded him how he would cut deals
with Ekuddu to deny students their money which I vehemently refused to
accept. I reminded him of my input in the November 17 2003 strike and
what I did to have students paid their money. Yusuf and Emma retreated
to their vehicles outside. Meanwhile Peter Muhereza Rivan who was also
around called Bruce Balaba Kabaasa that I had chased Yusuf Kiranda and
Emmanuel Kitamirike. I talked to Bruce on Peter’s phone and briefly
explained to him part of what had happened. Peter told Bruce that the
police had been called to arrest me and Bruce told him that the police
should be told not to take me. Immediately police arrived and I jumped
on their pickup truck. When I reached the station I was left to go
free. I went back and this time it was real hell.
They all ganged up against me and kicked me until I went outside and
picked stones which I threw and shattered the glass windows. Later I
retreated of my own volition. After that Kiranda told the boys who
were outside to arrest me which they did.
Worst form of physical brutality ever
When the boys that Kiranda ordered captured me, Yusuf Kiranda himself,
Ayub Kiranda, Emmanuel Kitamirike and Gerald Ochwo came with huge
sticks and started hitting as if they were killing a very big snake.
Yusuf and Ayub Kiranda tied me with my own belt and did all they
wanted. They were not deterred by the pleas of other people who came
by. I remember Nuha Akiiki Mwesigwa of the private sector foundation
telling them: “You know this man is sick, he needs to be treated,
please don’t kill him”. The response I heard from Gerald Ochwo was:
“This man is very normal; he has never been mad. A mad man cannot do
things progressively like he does”. I am confused by people in Uganda.
Uganda’s brutes will label a person mad and start hitting. Their
sloppy if not stupid reasoning is that madmen can only be tamed by
beatings. Strangely, if you plead, please forgive me, take me for
treatment for I am sick, they will say, you are normal to justify
their continued torture. It is strange. If you are normal, they will
beat you saying you claim to be mad, if one proves to be sick, they
will beat them arguing it is only heavy beatings that can maintain
them. Oh Uganda!
ASP Dennis Kasibante came with a knife telling me if he had a gun he
would shoot me. I followed him up to the police station. He kicked me
with his police shoes as long as he wanted and later dumped me on the
police vehicle and dumped me in Wandegeya Police cells at around 10 AM
in the morning. Solomon Byaruhanga confiscated my phone and handed it
over to Moses Ofwono who often told the inmates to treat me quite
mercilessly. At Wandegeya, AIP Kato ordered the hardcore criminals in
the cells to give me a thorough beating.
At around 6pm, I had gone to the OC CID’s office and met former
Makerere university guid president David Bala. Bala helped me make
phone calls most of which went unanswered. But when I called Bruce
Balaba Kabaasa on his number +256772614840, he first said “who is this
one”? When I answered he said stupid. Bala told me he no longer keeps
numbers of people like Bruce because they are a liability to the
struggle. “Surely, how do you describe a man who utters such a word to
a brother no matter the differences?” Bala wondered. Later at around
7, I saw Professor Archangel Byaruhanga Rukooko. I shouted his name,
“Prof Rukooko, Prof Rukooko” but I later learnt that he was blocked
from talking to me.
Friday July 14, 2017: Detective Assistant Superintendent of Police
Amali comes to Wandegeya and asks for me. He takes me to the CID
offices upstairs. That’s when I first tasted food that was given to me
by Florence. I was to leave the police cells and go with Amali but
Nkurunziza ensured that I don’t leave the cells. Nkurunziza even
overruled his boss Moreen. In the cells, I was beaten beyond one can
explain. I will get time and give details.
Saturday 15, 2017: The situation remained harsh. I was not allowed to
talk on phone and not allowed to get treatment. It is at around 6pm
that my uncle Ambrose Atwine Bahiigi assured me he was coming to see
me.
The rest is now history. If that is what I have gone through in just
one week and I have been like this since 2008, what then is the pain I
have gone through? I have indeed seen God’s power. As they beat me and
attempt to crush me, the pain I feel is just minimal. God has anointed
me to heal the world from classes. We shall have a classless society
where everyone’s needs are met by God’s creation. Never again shall we
have people going hungry when their privileged neighbours are
belching. I announce the end of privilege and new era of meritocracy.
All human beings must enjoy their dignity. This is the real heaven on
earth. Never again will people commit suicide or even think about it.
Please, join me in welcoming the Exodus 23 Nile Republic, a republic
where people will not be governed by human rules but by rules made by
the universal just judge.
As it is clearly stated in chronicles 16:22 that do not the anointed
ones of God, that do my prophets no harm, Kayihura touched me and lost
miserably, Museveni touched me and lost now Mamdani. I am exceedingly
happy.
WHATEVER I HAVE GONE THROUGH PREPARED ME AS A PROPHET AND MESSIAH. I
am “Alter Christus”.

"Before I formed you in the womb I knew you, And before you were born
I consecrated you; I have appointed you a prophet to the nations”
Jeremiah 1:5
The Exodus 23 Nile Republic is to be used as a conduit for God’s
Kingdom on Earth. I am just surprised that Museveni has not heard this
loud and clear message. I am astonished that Uganda’s media have not
conveyed this loud and clear message.
General Museveni, please look for me and I give you tips of how to
leave power without bloodshed. I love you, I love humanity. Long live
EXODUS 23 NILE REPUBLIC; LONG LIVE PRESIDENT NORBERT MAO.
VINCENT VESSY NUWAGABA
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