Namoe recalls having a normal childhood growing up. To him, stealing, cattle rustling,
and always being destructive were not frowned upon. On the contrary, they were
glorified and rewarded. He fondly remembers together with his friends; they would move to several mathenikis in Moroto and Kaboong to raid. Along the way, he left his
friends behind, dead, never to be heard from again. He considers himself lucky, and he credits his survival to the several government programs that enticed them to leave
his cattle raiding days behind. Read more
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