My Silent Protest

My heart bleeds for my nation.
My eyes are filled with tears by what we have become.
My hands are tied with chains of nepotism, tribalism and politics.
My feet are bound by the pandemic limitations and travel bans.
My imagination is polluted by tear gas.
My mind bombarded by lies and propaganda.
My thoughts linger on how to move forward and make a difference.

Giving voice to the voiceless

Just like any investigative journalist, Pat Robert Larubi was chasing people and organizations in search of special feature articles. When he was not writing about politics, he was using his writing skills to highlight injustices including human rights and ways to resolve them. It is while solving these injustices that he was enticed into one of East Africa’s major discrimination challenges, Albinism.

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