Dr Stella Nyanzi bids farewell to her kids as she ‘returns to jail’

  • by Dixon Kagurusi
  • May 24, 2017

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


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?