I cant seem to escape them. Seems as if my country is going down a road that we have been before. One of death and despair and destruction. Yet just a few years ago we seemed to be full of hope.
First, the International Criminal Court wants to indite Omar Bashir, President of Sudan. It has come as a surprise to
We are hearing the old, disqualified arguments. In self interest, our leaders are reacting as if it is a sore affront to the dignity of
Yet I am thinking of 2 million people displaced. 200,000 killed. And still
And my Arab brothers. They are also reacting with injured dignity. Horror of horrors. One of their own has been indited, accused of genocide.
Shame brothers. You are as guilty as he is. Bashir. And you do no help following the path of our traitorous leaders. For indeed they are betraying
Sad. Sad indeed.
The president wanted a life presidency. Apparently, he got it. Well, let us say the population voted for him to do that. We are children indeed. So little knowledge, and those who have more of it, so ready to deliberately lead us down the path of death and despair.
But, he seems to have been incensed by their being opposition, any opposition, to him.
So, opposition leaders are arrested. Well, it happens all over
It would have gone on like that, indefinitely. But now something else started happening.
Historical problems there. Something which we do not talk about. Again, like sex. We are very, very good at burying our collective head in the sand of time. We as in Ugandans.
Now, at first it was the Kabaka, king of
It is a clash of egos. A tragedy of un-understanding.
The president is from a cattle keeping ethnic group. To them cattle is wealth. Land is land, you use it to roam the cattle on. Cattle is the wealth that means everything. I think that he personally has no understanding at how important the land is to the pesky Baganda. And, he does not want to see their point of view. He is incensed at the ‘opposition’ from the Baganda. They has been a cold war between the Central government and
Storm in a teacup?
Not realy. All of a sudden, people are talking about ‘Buganda Nationalism’. The scepter of our differences is being pulled to the fore, slowly, inexorably. The president seems to want to play it as the Baganda against the rest of Ugandans. But, he is tearing apart my crazy, ethnic mad nation. Nothing, absolutely nothing makes us as crazy as our ethnic identities. Before it was a north south divide. It has not been closed in his 26 years or so of presidency. But I am truly worried about what the current problems mean. Because, logical thought is thrust aside when the issues of our ethnic differences are used as the basis of thought.
For a long time, we the new generation did not think of ourselves as our ethnic groups. But now, it is occurring.
Same old, same old. Sad thoughts indeed.
Think of the 100 year wars in
And I bet Orombi’s summon will be about the evils of ‘homosexuality’! Ah.
That was my Sunday sermon. Sad, beautiful
Well, did I say you are home to me? And I do love your dirty undergarments. They stink to heaven, but they are you, aren’t they? Of course I am biased, arent I? But I would rather point out that they do stink, and are not perfume. Not ready to be another Romanesque!