Who is Kony?

First and foremost let me begin by saying how embarrassed I am to not have known about this. I feel like I am well versed in politics and world affairs… I stumbled upon Joseph Kony through a friend and was immediately entranced by the video I say on YouTube… I didn’t know what to expect… so I sat and watched one of the biggest tragedies I have ever seen… I cried and was ashamed that I was learning about this only now… and then I thought of how many more people that might not know…


Joseph Rao Kony (pronounced IPA: [koɲ];[6] born around about July/September of 1961)[1] is the head of the Lord’s Resistance Army(LRA), a Ugandan guerrilla group. While initially enjoying strong public support, the LRA allegedly turned on its own supporters, supposedly to “purify” the Acholi people and turn Uganda into a theocracy.[2] Kony proclaims himself the spokesperson of God and aspirit medium, has nurtured a cult of personality, and claims he is visited by a multinational host of 13 spirits, including a Chinese phantom.[2] Ideologically, the group is a syncretic mix of mysticism, Acholi nationalism, Islam, and Christian fundamentalism,[7][8][9][10][11][12][13][14][15][16][17] and claims to be establishing a theocratic state based on the Ten Commandments and local Acholi tradition.[18][19][20]

Kony has been accused by government entities of ordering the abduction of children to become child-sex slaves and child soldiers.[21]An estimated 66,000 children became soldiers and two million people have been internally displaced since 1986.[22] Kony was indicted for war crimes and crimes against humanity by the International Criminal Court in The Hague, Netherlands, in 2005 but has evaded capture.[23] The LRA operates in Uganda, the Democratic Republic of Congo, Central African Republic and South Sudan.[24]

Kony’s group was originally called the United Holy Salvation Army (UHSA), and was not perceived as a threat by the NRA. By 1988 it had become a major player in Ugandan affairs: an agreement between the NRA and the Uganda People’s Democratic Army (UPDA) left members of the UPDA unsatisfied, and many joined the UHSA as a form of rebellion. One such person was the UPDA founder Odong Latek, who convinced Kony to use standard military tactics instead of attacking in cross-shaped formations and sprinkling holy water. The new tactics proved successful, and the UHSA won several small victories against the NRA.[31] The NRA responded by significantly weakening Kony’s group through a military campaign named Operation North. The operation was devastating to the UHSA and, with their numbers reduced from thousands to hundreds, they engaged in retaliatory attacks against NRA collaborators and terror against general civilian population. The LRA say that spirits were sent to communicate this mission directly to Kony.[31]

The bulk of Kony’s foot soldiers were children.[28] While estimates of the number of children conscripted since 1986 vary, some put the figure as high as 104,000.[28] When abducting the children, Kony and his army often killed their family and neighbors, thus leaving the children with little choice but to fight for him.[28] In 1992, Kony renamed the group the United Democratic Christian Army.[32] For a decade, starting in the mid-1990s, the LRA was strengthened by military support from the government of Sudan, which was retaliating against Ugandan government support for rebels in what would become South Sudan.[1]


If you have time… please watch this video… we all need to see…

Yearning Pasts

What do we know,

of our others?
The true meaning of oneness.
What do we know,

…of our families?

…of our loved ones?
…of our histories?
Can we read from our stories?
Do we care?

We say yes

But do we?
Do You?

Who is your lover?
Be it your friend.
Who is your mother?
Be it your Father.
Who is your sister?
Or perhaps a brother?

What are their dreams?
What are their hopes?
Do we only want them to know ours?

Instead of speaking and not listening…
Ask these questions more,
They make your story complete.
For one day you may ponder…
Upon a time you will wonder…
And it may be too late

Make the time

Speak and share

Show your love

Show you’re there


Time does not care for yearning pasts

Make the present matter for time will pass

Make these questions live

For memories shall last

Time does not care for yearning pasts


It’s come down to this… I’m tired of the constant facade. The smiles and handshakes… the pleasantries and false securities… I don’t mind them terribly, but I’m tired of them. I am who I am, and I’m not a bad person. I do what I  do and give my all to all. I take care of others when all fail me, and I don’t care… I just want to be left alone. Leave me be.

Why must people judge and watch? I don’t care what others do. I have too many things to worry about. I don’t care what other people say. I have too much to listen to in my own mind…

There have been a lot of changes in my world, some for the better and some for the worse… yet the worst I can say is that I’m tired. I know I should count my blessings and it sickens me how I often I am using “I’ and “me” in this rant… but alas… it is but a rant…

Tomorrow will be today and I shall continue to tire, until I finally give in to my surroundings. Let us hope I keep myself, for I have lost parts of me that I miss terribly.


Until we meet again,







“how can I make all others happy, when I can not make myself happy”

The night calls,

whispering promises of solitude and peace.

Fantasy, adventure and dreams

The day breaks,

shouting realities of unity and chaos

Truth, strife and life.

Ignoring one while shunning the other.

Then and when the waters rise,

they reach to you, try to drown you

Until you submit

to one reality or the other…

“how can I make all others happy, when I can not make myself happy”

I just need to stop trying


Imagine sorrow digging a trench in your soul
A seemingly endless hole
Whose bottom is filled with pain, grief and sadness

The base is so deep
So is the pain

In that trench of everlasting grief there is a breath
A glimmer of thought

The amount of suffering it takes to fill
Is the amount of depth it takes to complete

That feeling

Invert the pain
That trench…that feeling
That is your capacity of hope
That seemingly endless hole
Will one day be the seemingly endless mountain

The peaks arising
The beautiful horizon
Away from the pain
Away from the sorrow
Away from the darkness
Into the light
Joy and happiness

The capacity for pain
Is the capacity for Love

People are too quick to dismiss emotions. People are too quick to evoke the wrong emotions. If we accept all feelings, painful and painless, then we might learn. -Enreal

“What does not kill me makes me stronger” -Friedrich Neitzsche

“Suffering is permanent, obscure and dark, and shares the nature of infinity”


Has it really been that long?

The days melt into one.

The nights blur and fade into nothing.


I was here,

It felt like yesterday,

yet I know I am wrong.


Has it really been that long?

I am sorry.