From the time Idi Amin Dada exploded on the scene in Uganda like a sweat-drenching nightmare, life for me and for many Ugandan youth was never the same again. The butcher of Uganda presided over a brutal administration that eventually left a once-prosperous nation reeling under the weight of a collapsed economy, a traumatized church and bushes riddled with landmines and gun-toting youth, ready to kill for hire. But once I fled Uganda in the face of debilitating persecution for those from the "wrong tribes," I eventually took a look at Africa and what I saw was a wasteland of blood, skulls and unmarked graves. Now an elderly man in Frankfurt am Main, I feel compelled to talk heart-to-heart with the youth of my motherland, Africa. In The Fate Of A Continent I have discussed with you what I promised to do before I die. The future is now in your hands. The rest is for you to go figure