Ugandan university lecturer, Dr. Stella Nyazi has been jailed over a poem she wrote about her country’s president’s mother’s private part which she shared on her Facebook wall.
In the post, Stella gave a description of Ugandan President, Yoweri Museveni, and his mother’s private part to criticize his “oppression, suppression and repression” in the country.
The university lecturer was sentenced after she was charged and founded guilty at Buganda Road Court for “cyber harassment and offensive communication”.
There have been various views about rightfulness of Stella’s poem. While some sections are saying the political situation in Uganda gives the cause for such personal attack on the president and his family, others are of the view that she went too far.
We present to you the poem for your own analysis and ask a simple question –How far is too far?
Her poem reads:
“Yoweri, they say it was your birthday yesterday. How bitterly sad a day! I wish the smelly and itchy cream-coloured candida festering in Esiteri’s cunt had suffocated you to death during birth. Suffocated you just like you are suffocating us with oppression, suppression and repression!
Yoweri, they say it was your birthday yesterday. How painfully ugly a day! I wish the lice-filled bush of dirty pubic hair overgrown all over Esiteri’s unwashed chuchu had strangled you at birth. Strangled you just like the long tentacles of corruption you sowed and watered into our bleeding economy.
Yoweri, they say it was your birthday yesterday. How nauseatingly disgusting a day! I wish the acidic pus flooding Esiteri’s cursed vaginal canal had burnt up your unborn fetus. Burnt you up as badly as you have corroded all morality and professionalism out of our public institutions in Uganda.
Yoweri, they say it was your birthday yesterday. How horrifically cancerous a day! I wish the infectious dirty-brown discharge flooding Esiteri’s loose pussy had drowned you to death. Drowned you as vilely as you have sank and murdered the dreams and aspirations of millions of youths who languish in the deep sea of massive unemployment, and under-emplyment in Uganda.
Yoweri, they say it was your birthday yesterday. How traumatically wasted a day! I wish the poisoned uterus sitting just above Esiteri’s dry clitoris had prematurely miscarried a thing to be cast upon a manure pit. Prematurely miscarried just like you prematurely aborted any semblance of democracy, good governance and rule of law.
Yoweri, they say it was your birthday yesterday! How morbidly grave a day! I wish that Esiteri’s cursed genitals had pushed out a monstrously greenish-bluish still-birth. You should have died at birth, you dirty delinquent dictator… You should have died in birth, Yoweri Kaguta Museveni.
If you want to beat me for my heartfelt birthday poem, come and find me at my home. Ask the bodabodamen to direct you to Mama Stella’s house with a red gate. I refuse to be gagged!”
How Far is Too far?