I don’t want to live Uganda like this. I don’t want to live in Uganda with a Paranoid and psychotic President. I want to wake up in the morning to a peaceful nation where we are friends with Police, The Army and other Law enforcement agencies. I want to be able to touch a flower in bloom, and smell it. I want to be able to hug someone from the NRM, and tell them I love them in person whilst am dressed in my Blue FDC T-shirt with the People’s President’s mug shot, with his big smile beaming. I want to return home and watch a sunset with a tear roll down my cheek. I want to be able to feel the breeze on my face , smell a sweet cooking smell. I want to feel connected in a human way, connected with my country, with my president, with the polices of the state and the economy, with my fellow countrymen. I don’t want to sit in a black suit at a burial where the mourners curse Museveni and the Banyankole. Museveni may not be Angel Michael , he may not have an integrity of Field marshal Idd Amin Dada , he may be the only past, present and future president of Uganda. He is certainly not the best thing that has happened to Uganda BUT the Banyankole People are good, good people. They are very kind, hardworking and tolerant people. They are the true victims of the Museveni regime. Do not hate them-love them. Just like you, they want change in this country, Just like you, they voted for change. Just like you, they suffer the tax burden and carry the heavy load of economic relapse that the current government has bestowed upon this country. Love them. Museveni and his regime’s short comings are entirely on none other than themselves. No single tribe can carry the weight of Injustice and Impunity that the NRM has dealt this country. Don’t hate no tribe, love them. Love each other. Lay no blame on the Rwandese. They are here in Uganda because of the genocide that nearly wiped out their entire race. They are our neighbors. They are good people, a people who have suffered worse than God’s intended threshold for mankind. Hate them not, Love them. They are our sisters and brothers. We are cut from the same tapestry. Love them. Just because they have worked harder than some of us and they have gained a lot of wealth in this country , under the current regime doesn’t mean that you should hate them. Give them credit for their hard work, learn from them and work with them. Let help each other. We will still be here long after the memories of the NRA, NRM and Museveni regress from our minds.
Why do you hate the Baganda so much? They are the most humble, loving and embracing people I have lived with. We live in their land, we have come from all over and we have taken a lot from them. They have lost sons, they have given up daughters. Their tears flow from Lake Vitoria to the Mediterranean. They have sacrificed a lot for this country. They have opened their doors and their arms and have welcomed us in their part of this God-given country. They have lived for years with all the injustice and civic violence the colonialists and dictators of this country have dealt them. After all this abuse, for all these years they still smile, get down on their knees and say to you, “Gyebale Ssebbo”. If they have shortfalls as a people, it’s a result of all the drama they have been through. They are part of the original founding fathers of this nation. Love them. The Basoga are our blood brothers and sisters. They are the flesh of our flesh and the blood of our blood, Love them. The Acholi, the Bagisu, Ateso….i choke and faint listing all these beautiful tribes that live and share the same beauty within the Pearl. I speak at least 50% of the languages in Uganda and I have loved and dated almost every tribe in Uganda. The Ugandan people are the most singular loving and respectable humans on this continent. We are one, all tribes are one people-just like the president of the people of Uganda so often sings: One Uganda, One people. We are a people bound tight by flesh and blood. Interwoven together by a past so painful and visceral that we have by the grace of God found pride and Unity in it. We are one people carefully corded together by the beautiful country we inhabit, beautiful in every sense and picture-perfect with its picturesque shades of sun and rain swathed in the ever recurring sequence of the seasons. We as a people were here long before Museveni stormed state house with his gang of outlaws, guns blazing. We are still here even after a 30 year siege by one Man who has assaulted and plundered our nation, our wealth and our people. We will be here, as a people when the curtains drop and the lights go dim on him and his regime. We will be here as a people and we shall arise again. Like a phoenix out of the ashes, we will arise and take our rightful place in the land.
We must stick together tighter and depart from the heathen practices this regime has imposed on us. Never before have the tribes of this land been so estranged from each other than under this current regime. They have taught us to hate each other and to despise our neighbors. They have taught us to disenfranchise each other and cause trouble in our neighbors’ houses. Never before have we been so selfish and corrupt. Never before have we dragged our own brothers to foreign court and have driven our own friends to the limits of oppression and ridicule. Time is now. Time is now that we need to stop in our tracks and take a moment to reconsider ourselves and how far we have come, how far we have regressed. We have come out too late to lose ourselves brothers and sisters. I cry as I write this piece. My keyboard soaks as my tears run down my agile fingers as they relentlessly tap on the keys. I beg, I implore you Uganda to return to the place where we began as a people. That place in our hearts where peace is bred, that place where forgiveness springs and flows out wide and far. Lets come back home, home is where we stand as one, as a people that have sacrificed and lost way too much to give up now. Let not the efforts of our fore fathers and mothers be in vein. Let not the blood of those true gallant Ugandans be shed in vein. We know who the real Ugandans are and we know them by the yields of their hearts. We know our neighbors and we love them. We will never Kill any of them. We will never kill each other. We will not shed blood. We will keep our hands clean. We will not kill. We will die for each other. We will give up everything and anything to save and preserve ourselves as a people. We will save enough of Uganda only to hand it over to our children to preserve and do the same to the children of their children. Our legacy. From us to them, not as tribes but as a people. One people, one Uganda. We have earned it. For 30 years we paid the price. We have settled our debt. It’s fully paid. We have earned Uganda. We have salvaged all that was lost and we have redeemed ourselves. We have earned this country back and back it shall be handed over to us-In peace.
To be human is to be free. Freedom is ours and what is ours is ours and for our children. The children of Uganda. No one will take this away from us now. No despot, no Minion, no soldier, no gun, no fire, no threats, no Idiot, no MAN will now take this from us. It’s ours, we know it. We resonate with it. We live it, we conceive and bring new life in it. Its God-given. No man, no animal, no maniac, no alien, no psychopath will take it now. Never. Not now, not ever. We are One Uganda, We are One people!
