The mating dance for the procreation of power and why things that should not make sense make sense
T his blog entry is, as my brother Benon who proofread it for me said, “ an exposure of a mind filled with conflict of different ideologies, reality, disappointment, some hope (perhaps ?) and a call for more discussion. Above all it is an indication of the love the author has for a better Uganda, one where what leaders profess positively impacts everyone. Alas, it seems like a dream!” Growing up in the era of the Ugandan 🇺🇬 bush war in the 1980s, not yet a teenager, both parents exiled , living with relatives and often literally sleeping outside because the houses were dangerous, jumping off a moving vehicle while dodging bullets flying between Obote’s army and Museveni’s NRA rebel army, caught in the middle and sympathetic to the latter meant that the victory of the NRA IN 1986 was a huge relief for me. I got my savior in Museveni and like a thirsty dog after a long walk, I was eager to drink up all the ideology him and his ideologues preached. As a young boy in his teens, I look