Makerere University research fellow returns to court Thursday for hearing of her case in which she is accused of cyber harassment
However the mother of twins has little trust that she will return home as she fears that “Museveni’s regime might throw me back to jail.”
As usual, Dr Stella Nyanzi took to her Facebook to express her feelings last night describing the atmosphere at her home before her children slept.
Dr Nyanzi said in her poetic Facebook post that she was both excited but at the same time worried since she was not sure of returning to her home.
Dr Nyanzi was arrested on April 7, 2017 soon after she made a presentation at a Rotary event in Kampala, and was remanded to Luzira prison.
She is alleged to have tampered with the peace and privacy of Uganda President Yoweri Museveni between January and March this year, when she willfully and repeatedly used electronic communication to post offensive messages via Facebook.
She faces two counts of Cyber Harassment and Offensive Communication contrary to the Computer Misuse Act 2011.
Following her release on bail earlier this month, Dr Nyanzi has not had any kinds for the regime nor the prison where she was being held.
Below is her full Facebook post.
Tomorrow is my court hearing. My big black
nipples are erect and tingly with a mixture of
anxiety and excitement. My womanhood is
twitching with anticipation. My clitoris is standing
big and throbbing, at attention. My labia minora
stand tall in the rigid position of attack. My heart
races and pumps hard as I prepare my earthy
brown kitengi for the day!
I have had the pep talk with my children. I told
them that I love them as much as I hate the
illegitimate dictatorial government of Museveni
and his family. I told them once again that it is
our mandatory duty to persistently resist the
nepotistic corrupt dictatorship until Uganda
actualises the dream of regime change. After I
hugged and kissed each of them good night, I
repeated to them the real possibility of this being
our last night together, as the fucked-up-state
might throw me in jail again tomorrow. My
children gave me three handmade bracelets that
each of them weaved with knitting wool, as
remembrance talismen. Each child tied one
talisma onto my left-hand wrist. We prayed. They
slept.
Tomorrow, I will be accused and tried for some of
my writings and productions here on this
Facebook timeline. Tomorrow, I will be accused
again by an insane state that wants me to break
and stop criticising their illegitimate and corrupt
dictatorship under the misgovernance of a bunch
of gun-wielding kinsmen. Tomorrow, I will stand
erect again and fuck with the regime. I am
looking forward to fucking up the dictatorship
with mere words protected as statutory legalese
and respected as jurisprudence. Who is fucking
who in my court hearings? Tell me, ain’t I one
helluva fucker?
