Following the pre-current saga of the arrest of Dr. Stella Nyanzi, one would imagine what if it were them. One would put him/herself in Nyanzi’s shoes for they to feel what she feels right, or ought to do.
Apparently, we all don’t know where she’s detained from, and neither do we know what will happen next. Supposedly, she’s released; this would be my opinion on her behalf, for we all wish her to live a happy and peaceful life. No human hates a smile on his or her face.
First and foremost; if I were Stella Nyanzi, I would think of a life my kids are to live once I am detained for a good time (however, nobody knows what’s happening next). This would at least let me mind my kids well-being, other than Rtd. Col. Kiiza Besigye’s, who’s prompting to cause commotion now and then.
Secondly, I would recall that; since childhood it’s been told that ‘Politics is a dirty game’. This, we’re all certain. Not so? If yes, why push a finger straight into the leopard’s anus, when you’re sure it might spoil your future, if not your kids’, torture you, or probably torment you?
If I were Stella Nyanzi, I would recall this one, or two philosophical quotes; one would be, ‘The sky is the limit’, and plus, ‘He who chases you out of his/her own her house harmlessly, gives you more courage to build your own’.
More further, as a PhD holder, from a highly recognized institution, that’s the University of London, I would feel more strong, powerful, determined, and contented that many companies are willing to offer me far better paying jobs, regardless of my nudity protest against Mahmood Mamdani’s act of chasing me out of my office, at Makerere institute of social research (MISR), that led to my indefinite suspension.
As a doctor, and an elite, I would be assured that, ‘If opportunity doesn’t knock, someone must buid a door’, like some unknown philosopher quoted. But how? How will I build a door when my social media followers are pampering me for a sake, and not for a vivid reason.
Lastly, I would keep two things, one at my heart, and the other on my forehead. At the forehead, would be; ‘I am a winner, for I got a life, and still hold the breath’; and this would let me rejoice instead of endless lamentations. Then at heart, would be, after my studies, I moved back to Africa, where laws are made, and broken by those who invented them themselves. And the rest, shall be history.