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The Dream From Dust: A Memoir of Triumph against all odds

Born the ninth of twelve children in a banana plantation in rural southwestern Uganda in a village whose name means “bush,” Lukonge Achilles Musaasizi was not expected to survive infancy, let alone thrive. He did both — and then some. He was raised inside two competing inheritances: his mother’s quiet, unbreakable faith, and his father’s...

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THE FRUITS OF POWER: NRA, LRA, Decades of Bloodshed & Starvation in Northern Uganda (The blurrered Light from West Series Book 2)

When civil war gripped Northern Uganda in 1986, the international community echoed... the war Waged for two decades left one of worst atrocities and crimes against humanity to the people of North since World War II: caused by both Museveni’s NRA, and Konny’s LRA. Displacing nearly two million people and killing tens of thousands. At least...

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Regression of Democracy in Uganda: Left with Dashed Hopes and Thwarted Dreams (The blurrered Light from West Series Book 3)

Since the 17th century, elections have represented a necessary condition for the legitimate functioning of representative democracies. Nonetheless, if the criteria of freedom and fairness are not properly respected, the mere presence of the popular vote will not prevent a country from experiencing democratic regression.
Yoweri Kaguta Museveni...

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Praise

"You can't fail to cry while reading this book; I appreciated that he admitted how these many challenges almost led him to give up on his dreams because it shows that striving for better life isn't an easy road, especially for someone living in poverty"

– Armani Williams

Reading about the obstacles that he experienced while he was still studying provides an insight into many challenges that students from less fortunate backgrounds would face

– Ada Akisa

I particularly like that he shared his struggles with his studies. He was just an average student, that it seemed his dream of pursuing further studies in a university was almost impossible. He also candidly revealed how his struggles didn't end when he was finally accepted into a university.

– Trecy Bolton

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How I Talked Myself Into a Dream I Had No Right to Believe In By Lukonge

Somewhere along the way, most of us pick up the idea that belief is supposed to arrive on its own — that confidence is something you either have or don't, handed out at birth like eye color. I spent years believing that too. I was wrong, and the boy I used to be is the proof.

I grew up watching my parents struggle to put food on the table — my mother a farmer whose whole life depended on the harvest, my father a man of a dozen trades who lost the better part of his youth to more than thirty...

Fifty Metres, One Cracking Branch, and the Tree I Never Climbed Again:

I promised, in the very first post of this series, that I'd eventually tell you about the day I nearly died in a jackfruit tree. I have put off writing this post twice now. Not because I've forgotten what happened — I remember it in more detail than almost any other single day of my childhood — but because some memories resist being turned into sentences, and this is one of mine.

The tree was Ekyomukinene, “the one that bears big,” one of several named jackfruit trees on our land. It was...

What I Wish Someone Had Told Me About Self-Esteem Before I Turned 15 By

I was a loner for most of my childhood. Not because I wanted to be, but because I genuinely believed I had nothing worth offering anyone else's conversation.

Growing up in Kisaka village, in southwestern Uganda, I carried a quiet, private belief that some people were simply born with the good traits — boldness, charisma, the easy confidence that makes a room warm to you — and that I had been born without them. I was introverted. Soft-spoken. The kind of boy who watched more than he spoke. And...

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