Who is that man in the hat? How does he sleep with so much blood on his hands? Does he kneel down once every decade to pray? Does he ever fast, does he know hunger? Does he know peace? How can a man with so many guns and a million goons know Peace? Does he feed his demons with the blood of the mothers who die giving birth every day? Or does he shower himself with the blood of the many Ugandans who breath their last in Mulago and fade away into oblivion? Does he if truth be told have a wife? Does she in fact love him? How does she kiss and caress him? How do they consummate their marriage in a bed inundated with a thousand crawling larvae of Brachyceran flies? Someone ask her about what it feel like to sell your Soul to devil and watch his devour it? What does it feel like to sleep with the devil and kiss him on the lips and tell him “I love you”?. Tell me, does the Devil kiss her back and squeal his underlying love for her on the crown of her pelvic bounty? Where their offspring conceived in love and grace or rather in rape and hate? Being the devil’s wife, what does that make her-a devillete?? What color of underwear does the devil wear? Is the devil the man who rigged the polls or rather the man who declared the other winner of the rigged polls? Or is the devil the man who seats in front of the police spikes and speaks to the world?
Does the sun shine in his heart? When he laughs, does his voice growl with the woeful cries of the disgruntled and disenfranchised Ugandans? Or does he cry and bang his bold head against the walls of his state of the art toilet? Some argue that he is a bigoted maniac who binges on hate and pain but I still ask, Is his heart darker than the crypts of the Lost, forgotten and departed souls of the Luwero Triangle? Isn’t he the atheist coward who insults and blasphemes against the Christian faith or does he also go ahead to perform sinister rituals in that mausoleum he calls home under the heavy guard of the imps in camouflaged uniforms? Is he really safe? Doesn’t his chest heave in panic under his errant heart when he sees his own shadow? Who would have known that a man who took a Bible and used it as a tool to slay his own blood and flesh would end up living in a mausoleum and have catacombs extending to the marshy showers of Africa’s biggest fresh water lake? Who knew that the slowest thinkers would be the ones with eagle-sight to see the future? Are they fortune tellers or do they use the services of soothsayers? Are the lies they so single-mindedly sell really visions or merely poison? Are they really alive or they are just zombies from a past life, zombies who clawed their way out of their ossuaries and took the form of men? How could they be so selfish and so blind but still be able to be the only enlightened men that have the vision that all the other Ugandans are oblivious to?
Are we really sane? Or are we are rather earthworms crawling in a mucky wasteland without purpose or vision? Are we me jokers or are they the real jokers who are so funny that we giggle and point at them in crackling laughter? Are they serious enough to send a mad man to represent them or do they fall short of sanity to send an intersexual failure to represent them in this day and age? Are they not the ones that begot and natured the snake? And are they not the ones that cry foul when the same snake strikes their ankle? Do they now hate the snake and seek to kill it? Tell me, who is that snake and whose snake is it? How would a turkey win the fight when its opponent is a Cassowary? Who won the fight or rather the brawl? Isn’t it the spectators in the auditorium that instead went home with bloody noses? Who got paid? Who took home all that money in the heavy sisal bags? How many questions are these so far? Where is that pig? Who hired the pig? Who read the Animal farm? Who is that genius who dressed the golden ring on that pig’s snout and gave it the powers over life and death? Who are those unlegislated bandits who assaulted the piglets and used God-given powers to change their colors? What color did they paint them? Were they out of their mind? Is it during that troubling time when the bedbugs learnt a lesson from the pig or were they piglets? Did the bed bugs survive? Could they have survived long enough for the rats to overtake them? Where are the rats by the way? Did the leopard unleash a prehistoric beast to hunt down the rats and annihilate them? Are the rats extinct yet?
Where is the love? Where is the tolerance? Where is the rule of law? Since when did tyranny become heroic? Did we downgrade from humans to animals? Where is sky? Did we replace the sky with the growling gloom of Hades? Where is the light? Where are we? Where will we be tomorrow? Who will be with us or within us to decapitate us? Will they kill us all or will they live forever? Who am I? How did we get here? What on earth is going on? Are we alone in this?
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