Okay, You Won

So, where do we go from here? You went to the bush because you were revolutionaries. You soaked the land with blood and you won. You are in control now—at least physically. You claimed a movement. What movement? For a fundamental change, I am told. Then I am told of a 10-point program I have never read.

Now, Buganda, the locus of your revolutionary operation, says it sleeps, but one wonders whether the banakyaalo of Luwero have reaped the rewards for their sadaaka. I am told your own region of birth (maybe), having not had major trauma in generations, is prospering. Good. We all want to shine by our own sweats.

As a pre-requisite, we want a government that can do its part so that we do our part. We want an efficient transportation system. We know that Rome was not built in a day, but let us agree on the old proverbial 5-year plan to modernize the system—none of the one-man vision that bores me to tears.

We know that there are things the free market just doesn’t do well. Government can participate by well-thought out regulations and maybe injection of capital and control. But none of the farcical arbitrary one-man control that necessitates that one has to talk to Mr. Visionary about importation of exotic cattle sperm.

So, you fought and we admire your sacrifice. We also understand that those less advanced in the spiritual plane use violence to get their way. In their delusional quest the give-and-take of negotiated settlements are not options lest they be mistaken for weaklings.

Okay, you won. But does that mean a police state, kanyama and Black Mamba? Does that mean the public coffer is some people’s piggy bank? Is that what you fought for?

Peace has come to the region of the primitive biological substances. Now the whole nation sleeps. Let us get on with the program of building a nation we all can be proud of. Yes, we can, as in the battle cry of my brother to his people across the pond. We are all waiting with our fingers crossed—cautiously optimistic that we will bear witness to the miraculous workings of the Universal Mind that will also manifest itself in our tortured country.

Here is an apropos nuance with Bila pa Lokwiya (Lokwiya Sounds the Horn)