Kefa Sempangi

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Reign of Terror, Reign of Love
‘There were five of them. They stood between me and the door of the church vestry, pointing their rifles at my face. Their own faces were scarred with the distinctive tribal cuttings of the Kakwa tribe. They were dressed casually in flowered shirts and bell-bottomed trousers and wore sun-glasses. Although I had never seen any of them before, I recognized them immediately. They were the secret police of the State Research Bureau
Amin’s Nubian assassins.
‘For a long moment no one said anything. Then the tallest man, obviously the leader, spoke. “We are going to kill you,” he said.” lf you have something to say, say it before you die.”

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