A wicked cycle holds Busia dearly, a cycle in which all arrows point to death, disease, and poverty. Within time the streets have developed themselves into chains, leaving people to drown in sin. A lack of respect boils over behind the eyes of each man along the street. The city has become swallowed by this cycle…the cycle of lust.
Almost every girl knows that feeling of pure violation when a man stares into her body for his own impure pleasures; however Busia significantly multiplies that feeling. A stronghold of sex and lust truly hovers over the city, the kind of stronghold you can feel in your bones, the kind of stronghold that takes away your sleep and the capability to be at peace when you leave the gates of your home. Sometimes when I go out, I find myself praying to God that He would crumble every man who turns their head at me…but then Busia would have a population of almost only women. I knew within my first week of being here the men flooding the streets would be part of our ministry.
This cannot continue, we are WOMEN OF GOD and DAUGHTERS OF THE KING! Just like me, the women of Busia are daughters of God too. Fifteen year old girls should not be coming home pregnant due to the lack of admiration they are given. AIDS should not be taking girls at ten, fifteen, and twenty because of this filthy offense. Rape should not be talked about as if it’s "standard" or "no big deal" because of this succession. Lust shall no longer be the core of this place, Lust shall no longer pour from every man’s wits, and lust shall no longer take lives. I declare it now, Busia will no longer be tied by lust, but I can’t do it alone. This place needs your voice; you have more power in your prayers than you know, so start praying.
