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In 1983, the emerald hills of Kabale rolled into mist as a British television crew set up cameras in diocesan gardens, and before them stood Bishop Festo Kivengere, six years after exile, back on soil from which he fled, carrying a manuscript called Revolutionary Love. The gardens were quiet, the birdsong gentle, but these were the same grounds where he had laid hands on Uganda's first native priests and slipped into the night in February 1977, after Archbishop Janani Luwum was murdered, his name on the regime's list; fear had been real, mud real, darkness absolute, yet through it all he carried conviction that hatred would be heavier than any pack on his back. When journalists pressed him on the paradox, asking how a man who lost so much could speak of love, he pointed to the spot where he ordained those priests, reminding them that the Ugandan church was built on martyrs' blood long before Amin, and these hills had always been a crucible for faith; Revolutionary Love was his testimony that survival was divine strategy, and the love he preached was not sentimental but rugged, demanding, transformative. As sun broke through clouds, casting moving shadows across diocese grounds, he reflected how this land witnessed triumphs and tearful flight, and spoke of escape through Rwanda as pilgrimage where strangers became family and fear became solidarity, insisting love was deliberate decision to see humanity in everyone, even the

In 1983, the emerald hills of Kabale rolled into mist as a British television crew set up cameras in diocesan gardens, and before them stood Bishop Festo Kivengere, six years after exile, back on soil from which he fled, carrying a manuscript called Revolutionary Love. The gardens were quiet, the birdsong gentle, but these were the same grounds where he had laid hands on Uganda's first native priests and slipped into the night in February 1977, after Archbishop Janani Luwum was murdered, his name on the regime's list; fear had been real, mud real, darkness absolute, yet through it all he carried conviction that hatred would be heavier than any pack on his back. When journalists pressed him on the paradox, asking how a man who lost so much could speak of love, he pointed to the spot where he ordained those priests, reminding them that the Ugandan church was built on martyrs' blood long before Amin, and these hills had always been a crucible for faith; Revolutionary Love was his testimony that survival was divine strategy, and the love he preached was not sentimental but rugged, demanding, transformative. As sun broke through clouds, casting moving shadows across diocese grounds, he reflected how this land witnessed triumphs and tearful flight, and spoke of escape through Rwanda as pilgrimage where strangers became family and fear became solidarity, insisting love was deliberate decision to see humanity in everyone, even the "useless man" who stole his homeland, because losing that capacity would let Amin win a second, permanent victory. This echoed his earlier book, I Love Idi Amin, written in 1977, not endorsement but declaration of Christian love and forgiveness against pure evil, its title mirroring Christ's command to "love your enemies," and for Kivengere this was not theoretical, as he asked, "As evil as Idi Amin is, how can I do less toward him?" than Jesus did for executioners. He described learning of Luwum's assassination through fabricated headline claiming a car accident, a lie exposed by photo of vehicle wrecked weeks earlier, and that martyrdom was framed within a hundred-year history of the Ugandan church, drawing a line from past to present, strengthening believers' resolve and turning grief into solidarity and hope, as persecution intended to stamp out witness instead caused it to grow in numbers and spiritual power, as in earliest days. Kivengere wrote to encourage global believers discouraged by circumstances, showing Christ's light shines brightest when darkness is deepest, and his book stands as historical document and spiritual manifesto, capturing terror and tension of Amin's final years while offering window into courage of those who resisted through faith and love. As golden afternoon light faded and crew packed equipment, the bishop stood silhouetted against ancient hills, and interview over, but message lingered in cool Kabale air, for British journalists had witnessed a living epistle, and in the same gardens planted a testament that love, radical, unyielding, revolutionary, was the only force that could turn fugitives into founders, exiles into eternal sons of soil. #IdiAmin #BishopKivengere @COU Family TV

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