The last few weeks Mr. Otunnu has ported himself very favorably. That is how some of us wanted to see him put his considerable gifts and opportunities to good use.
The call to investigate the Luweero war sent a general into a tailspin of mental masturbation. Fuming, with sweats oozing from his armpits, the general warned Otunnu to cease and desist. Mr. Otunnu would have none of it.
Other than the bizarrely contrarian ex-FDC girl, most Ugandans would want the air cleared on who did what in Luweero and the post-Luweero taming of the North.
Before the embers died, another lady from West Nile felt that Otunnu has amnesia about what his kin did in West Nile on the heels of Idi Amin’s hasty exit. She, however, neglected to mention the nine years of horror inflicted on Uganda by her fellow West Nilers. That too need clarification since doubts have been peddled on what really happened.
While the President was concluding his early election campaign tour, dubbed as spreading the word on his Get-Rich something, Otunnu lobbed another grenade: Museveni was in cahoots with the LRA strongman, the enigmatic Joseph Kony, to destabilize the North. What of the funds that the president frequently sent to the bush rat? Mr. Museveni saw stars, and ordered police investigations into the utterances on MP Ogong’s radio station. The ambassador refused to oblige and challenged the constitutionality and interpretation of the law. Now, he walks out of that dump to have a breather— police injunction or not. That is the man!
Dark days are here, and they open up vistas of opportunities. Those with intestinal fortitude will become heroes and save us from ourselves.
Not bad. Not bad, Mr. Otunnu. Way to go!
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