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I will help make Kony famous

If you have a half an hour to spare, stop reading and watch this video:

Make Kony Famous 2012

If you don't have 30 minutes free, don't watch the video but continue reading. Do save this link, though, because you should find the 30 minutes. Really. (I am talking to you, Mami, you who are reading this and have no time for anything other than PEP and my wedding... find the time!)

When we are small, young and naïve, we are taught that we can change the world. That ONE person can make a difference. That we, every single one of us, can help. But then, unfortunately, we grow up. We grow up and we start to realize that no, one voice does not count; you need a million, at least. And no, your vote does not make a difference; you need half-plus-one in order to make a difference. And unless you are a philanthropist and have millions and millions of dollars, or even better, euros, you cannot change the world. And the sad thing is that you don't only realize it, you live it, you experience it in your own flesh and blood. And then you become jaded and bitter and you look after yourself and no one else.

But, dude, it's 2012. The 11th year of the XXI century. It's the age of communication, the age in which (plagiarizing a heck of a lot of people and having no hard evidence to support my plagiarized quote) there are more people on facebook than there were citizens in the world 200 years ago. That number may or may not be real - but that is not the point. The point is that we are always connected, always communicated (even if virtually and not physically). We are on-line.

And you know what? When we are on-line, we can make a difference.

Like now. There is a terrorist called Joseph Kony, who is the leader of the guerrilla group LRA (Lord's Resistance Army), in Uganda. He kidnaps children; the boys are forced to become soldiers, the girls are forced to become sex slaves. It is terrible. And sad.

And you think, "Wow, that's terrible. And sad." And say nothing else because you are comfortably sitting in your bed, or your office, or on the bus or train on your way home reading this on your BB or iPhone or Android or whatever. And you get to do this because you are lucky. Just like me, you are lucky. You are lucky that you were not born in Uganda, and that you were not kidnapped as a child, and that you were not forced to become a sex slave or a mercenary. You are lucky that you can read, that (like me) you speak more than one language, that you have a voice.

And that your voice counts.

I am not asking for your money - of course, if you have it, donate! But that is not the ultimate goal of my post. I am not even asking for your time, because maybe, like me, you are tied down to your city and cannot relocate to help with physical actions. I am asking for your online presence.

And that, my dear reader, you cannot deny me. Or anyone. Especially, you cannot deny your online presence to the people of Uganda. To the people of the world.

What do you have to do? Watch the video. Here is the link again, just in case you don't feel like scrolling back up: Make Kony Famous 2012

Watch the video and share the video. Tweet it, tumblr it, google+ it, facebook it, blog it, post it, pin it, BBM it, email it... just do it (that is in no way an infringement of Nike copyright or trademark).

YOU can do something. One person does make a difference. If we all help to make Kony (in)famous, we won't have to wait too much longer until others are made (in)famous and have them pay for their sins. I will help make Kony famous in 2012 because I want for the guerrilleros of FARC and ELN in Colombia to also be brought to justice. If it can happen in Uganda, it can happen in Colombia.

And we can help to make it happen. All you have to do is share. Easy, right?

I can make a difference. I am joining in with the world's rage against these evil people. I am helping make Kony famous.

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