The value of a Ugandan life: How do we move from ‘kitalo nnyo’ to ‘never again’? There's an abhorrent laxity and lack of accountability when Ugandans die from preventable causes. No one resigns in shame, no one is fired unless the public cries too loudly, no national days of mourning, no reverent monuments to commemorate the loss. Instead, we count ourselves fortunate when the responsible authorities share a lackluster statement days later. Children die in boarding school fires, in dormitory death traps – kitalo nnyo; children hacked to death in a community daycare centre – kitalo nnyo plus a consolation open-air court to assuage our collective agony; brains and limbs splattered, grinded into our roads thanks to the speedy merchants of death – boda bodas – kitalo nnyo; 15 people dying every day in road accident (RADs) – kitalo nnyo nnyo nnyo until it sounds like nio nio nio. observer.ug/viewpoint/the-va…