I grew up on the suburbs of a town in Wales called Llanelli. Lived just down the road to me was a young boy called Roy who was unfortunate enough to live in an impoverished part of Uganda. He came to the UK to go into exile from the wars taking place. Unfortunately his older brother wasn't able to come along. He was taken by Kony's army and forced to kill and pillage. Now seeing a young boy who places all his hope in God to stop what this man is doing, I find it somewhat heart wrenching. Placing all his hope on something that could happen. No definite or positive outcome is guaranteed. This is the best thing I've heard for a very long time. An action that could take place and will actually work. So yes, I've known about Joseph Kony for little over 6 years. Yes, I will take to the streets of Plymouth and place his face on every inch of the walls of the city centre.
This post isn't here to offend. It's here to state a fact. Peace out x
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