As debate rages on the construction of a bunker to house the new cancer treatment machine at Mulago Hospital after the old one broke down, emerging evidence suggests that government has for the last three financial years been spending on the same facility.

This is contrary to what Elioda Tumwesigye, the Health Minister told parliament on April.12. Tumwesigye, who was presenting the ministerial statement, said that they were starting on the process of constructing the bunker, which would take six months, and required Shs. 30 billion, which had been released by Finance Ministry.

However, fresh details from ministerial statements reveal that the same ministry started the process of constructing the bunker in 2014 and received Shs. 1.2 billion, which was spent on construction of the same. In the following financial year, the ministry said they had planned to spend another Shs.5.3 billion on activities related to the bunker.


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For example, in the ministerial policy statement for financial year 2014/15, Ministry of Health in its budget shows, procurement of a bunker, payment of designs and structures for the machine.

When one looks at the policy statement for the coming Financial Year 2016/17, Ministry of Health lists construction of a bunker among it’s continued activities, meaning the process has gone on, for the last 3 financial years, so why has the ministry taken it’s time?

The question is why is the minister now saying that they are starting the whole process afresh yet they have in the previous budgets received and spent money on the same? Where is this money?Bunker 2.jpg

Why does the bunker now cost 30 Billion, yet the ministry lists it for 5.3Billion in FY 2014/15. Where has the budget allocation been going to, for the last 3 financial years?

The collapse of the radio therapy machine and the controversy surrounding the lack of a bunker to house a new one have stirred a lot of controversy.

Uganda is one of the countries with a high growth rate of cancer and the lives of some 44,000 who are referred here every year from all over Uganda as well as from neighboring countries including Rwanda, Burundi and South Sudan.

The machine that broke down was donated in 1995, and has required repair work on a number of occasions over the years. Radiotherapy is a treatment involving the use of high-energy radiation to target cancerous cells.


As if that isn’t enough bad news about the radiotherapy machine, Mr Deo , a Senior radiation protection officer for the Atomic energy council, while appearing before Parliament’s committee on Natural resources informed MPs that Mulago was operating the machine illegally, as they had failed to pay license fees amounting to 800,000 per year.

He added that the Radiation workers in Mulago are not being monitored yet they are being exposed to radiation, which is a massive problem and could not give Mulago a new license without addressing the safety measures raised.

Mr Deo, informed MPs that the already existing bunker is capable of housing the radio therapy machine as they construct the new bunker, which means patients would still be able to access treatment if the problem was the bunker.

Minister Baryomunsi while on the floor of Parliament yesterday, informed the house of the plan to take up to 400 patients to Agakhan in Nairobi for radiothreapy, but how will it be done? who gets to go?  what money does Government plan to spend? All these questions were not answered.

As per the evidence, one-thing screams that Political heads either do not read documents written from their ministries, or someone has been quietly pocketing bunker money and is responsible for causing misery and pain as patients go home without treatment for the next 6 months.

Clearly, someone needs to resign.












You can call it my eulogy for a once adored Political Party and its’ Leader

As a child, the name Museveni was voiced with such pride, he was the pan Africanist that had come to power in a popularly supported coup, my mother never missed the opportunity to remind us of the great leader.

One memory that stands like a pimple is the 1996 election; mother, dressed in a screaming yellow dress and a scarf printed with the face of Museveni wrapped her neck standing on the dusty road.

At the time, we were living on the one main street in the almost modern dusty town of Iganga –one of Uganda’s oldest districts. (The town still doesn’t have a single building with an elevator as I write.)

 The Presidential guard deployed days earlier prior to Museveni’s visit to this town. They camped on our house verandah and surveyed the place.

The town, transfixed with a mixture of tension and excitement; tension because of the army presence, excitement because, oh well, the President of the Republic of Uganda was visiting to campaign for a re-election.

Mother spent the night telling us about the president –his kindness and his role in the Rwanda Genocide and how he had helped train the soldiers, welcomed many Rwandese refugees to Uganda. Her tales testified that this man, was only a hero and nothing more.

A framed picture of president Museveni hang loosely in the living room, but I needed to memorize his face. I couldn’t wait to put face to the revolutionary leader.

Finally, the day came. The streets were packed with people drawing to him like little black insects to sugar. Men, womyn, children and the elderly all lined up with the hope to have a glimpse at their hero.

I was among the gathering, dressed in a yellow, t-shit and khaki shorts i tagged on the trousers of a PGB soldier, overwhelmed; he took pity on me, and carried me to the front line.

There, I had a chance to see Mr. Museveni. He stepped out of his car and I was standing there, directly staring at the star. I vividly remember, he reached out and shook my hand – I was a little scared. An old womyn thrust me forward, so the president could hold my hand in a firm grip.

For me, this was it! ‘I had made it’. The older people stared at me with envy.

Overwhelmed by excitement, I followed the entourage, walked through the crowd, running to keep pace because my small footsteps were no match even for the energetic kadodi dancers.

By the time I stopped, the president and all the lead black vehicles were headed to Kampala, I was lost, and I couldn’t find my way back home, I wailed.

A kind man driving a white pickup asked me where I was going and why I was so upset.

“Why are you crying?” he asked.

Chocking on my words, my voice cracked with tears, I mumbled, “I am going to town and I don’t know where I am.”

The pickup driver lifted me to the back of the vehicle that was crowded with overly excited men and womyn, draped in yellow.

By 9pm, we were in town, and I was trapped in fear of knocking on mother’s door. I knew that only screaming and canes waited for me on the other side.

The door bust open, Mother sat in the corner of the living room. In her hand, she held a cane. And there I knew my life was over. (I do not have to explain what happened next)

Later that night, I slept with a sore bum, but I had a happy smile, I had touched the hand of the revolutionary leader! I had arrived!

He won that election.

Throughout secondary school, the only leader that still possessed my naïve heart was Museveni; the opposition to me, were a bunch grieved chaps and deserved no attention.

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Secondary school, posing in NRM shirt with some friends, who will probably hang me, after they see this! hahaha

It was until university, fresh with revolutionary ideas, on what society should be, I was consuming all forms of writings from African intellectuals, the likes Steve Biko, Sankara, Lumumba, I was a true believer in the revolution and die-hard pan-Africanist.

Fortunate for me, a friend with a brilliant idea, called Parliament Watch needed some help, the work involved covering Parliament, this was the home for politics, the countries heart for they made decisions, passed resolutions, laws, the budget all these directed affected the Ugandan.

It was my work with Parliament that lit the match in me, the naïve little girl was no more; I was at the heart of selfishness whose ringleader was Museveni.

There were ridiculous laws like Public order management act that were politically motivated aimed at the opposition, suddenly the revolutionary leader was just a sad old man who used all tricks in the book to cling to power.

And MPs’ were his little dogs eager to disown their masters at the thought of fleshy meat.

Bills like Anti pornographic Act excited the politicians were issues like unemployment were swept under the carpet.

The President’s solution to the cries of the unemployed youth was sacks of money, he ridiculed the opposition, and for all his speeches he successfully, single-handedly managed to take the joy and inspiration of listening to stories of the war and the heroes.

(As he always starts with since 1986; I throw up a little in my mouth each I hear the phrase.)

The “since 1986” is a remainder of what the country was, it should stay just that!

For most young people, more than 50% were born under Museveni, (Myself included) we can only look at the present, (M7) compare it with what others have, and it is okay to want more, we do not want to be trapped in history full of excuses.

When I look and listen to conversations about the depreciating shilling, state of hospitals, police, corruption scandals, or the fact that oil prices go down everywhere but Uganda. If I had all this information as a 4-year-old, I would have stayed in the house and avoided all the canes.

The President we have now was not worthy my sore bum.



“Let your women study,’ Sheikh said, ‘and let them vote. Let them learn how to read. The wives of Christians read and write and our wives cannot even read the Quran. There is no sin if a man accompanies his wives to go and queue up to register or to vote.”

– Born on a Tuesday, Elnathan John p116

The writer Elnathan John is something of a celebrity renegade in the African literary scene. He rules the waves on social media, this eccentric and eclectic Twitter Overlord who sits perched on an imaginary throne, dispensing carefully crafted snarky but profound tweets that throb and seethe with controlled rage and truth, tweets that often develop lives of their own in the re-tweeting and re-telling, as they utilize the magic of the multiplier effect to replicate and go viral in infinite directions. Elnathan could probably make a nice living by allowing ads on his…

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“Let your women study,’ Sheikh said, ‘and let them vote. Let them learn how to read. The wives of Christians read and write and our wives cannot even read the Quran. There is no sin if a man accompanies his wives to go and queue up to register or to vote.”

– Born on a Tuesday, Elnathan John p116

The writer Elnathan John is something of a celebrity renegade in the African literary scene. He rules the waves on social media, this eccentric and eclectic Twitter Overlord who sits perched on an imaginary throne, dispensing carefully crafted snarky but profound tweets that throb and seethe with controlled rage and truth, tweets that often develop lives of their own in the re-tweeting and re-telling, as they utilize the magic of the multiplier effect to replicate and go viral in infinite directions. Elnathan could probably make a nice living by allowing ads on his…

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The Ministry of Internal Affairs
The Speaker of Uganda Parliament
The Inspector General of Police
The Uganda Human Rights Commission
We, concerned citizens of Uganda,
Outraged by the recent brutal actions of the Uganda Police towards opposition politicians and supporters
Cognizant of Uganda’s history that is tainted with gender specific crimes against women by security forces
Mindful that Uganda’s General elections are four months away
Appalled that our Police has exhibited that it is ill-prepared to ensure law and order in an impartial, non-discriminatory and civil way
Do address you as follows:
It is with great horror that, on October 10th 2015, Ugandans watched police officers arrest members of Forum for Democratic Change (FDC) party on their way to Rukungiri for their party mobilisation. Members of Parliament duly elected by Ugandan citizens were roughed up, beaten and bound with ropes.

The most horrifying scenes were that of police officers ripping the clothes off Zaina Fatuma, the Secretary for Environment in the FDC National Executive Committee, as they arrested her. This action was intended to rob her of her integrity.
This is not the first time that the Uganda Police has targeted womyn in politics, to humiliate, embarrass, intimidate and violate their bodies.

Similarly humiliating actions were committed against opposition MP Nabilah Nagayi and FDC Secretary for Organisation & Mobilisation Ingrid Turinawe as well as other ordinary womyn outside the public’s gaze. Police has also stood by as ordinary womyn are harassed and undressed on the streets.
Continuing in this tradition of perpetrating and sanctioning violence against womyn, the police stripped Fatuma, a peace-loving Ugandan who was exercising her right to political participation as guaranteed under Article 29 (e) of the Constitution. Fatuma was stripped not just of her clothes but of her human dignity guaranteed to her under Article 24 of the constitution.
The actions of the police undermine all the gains that the human and womyn’s rights movement has made over the decades. We only recently just celebrated 20 years of the constitution and 53 years of independence from the inhumanness of colonialism.

The constitution is unequivocal about the right of womyn guaranteed under Article 33. The police, like all other institutions and individuals, are expected to protect, respect and fulfill these constitutional rights.
We, concerned Ugandans, will not standby as these violations are ignored by those supposed to protect us. We wish to express our shock, disappointment and outrage at this treatment of Ugandan Citizens, particularly womyn, at the hands of Uganda Police.
We therefore demand that:
A full and public apology from the Inspector General of Police for this mistreatment of Ugandans at the hands of the Uganda Police is issued.
The IGP and the Ministry of Internal affairs ensure the police desist from humiliating those exercising their right to political participation. This is important in order to give a leveled playing ground to ensure peaceful 2016 elections. So far Uganda Police have failed Ugandans by openly taking sides.
IGP reins over errant police officers to restore true patriotism, discipline and professionalism as is expected from Uganda Police under Article 212 of the Constitution.
IGP ensures that the police officers who perpetrated this hideous crime are taken through a fair, transparent disciplinary process and punished accordingly. The actions of the Police officers in undressing Fatuma are reprehensible. These despicable acts by those entrusted to protect Ugandans should not go unpunished.
That concrete steps be taken by the IGP to get redress and compensation for victims of such violence as well as prevent future abuse of Ugandans peacefully exercising their right to civic participation.
Members of Parliament revise laws like the Public Order Management Bill that emboldens the police to violate the rights of citizens and to ignore the Constitutional Court decision that reaffirmed freedom of assembly.
The Uganda Human Rights Commission impartially investigates and prosecutes these human rights violations perpetrated by police, bringing the case to a logical and fair conclusion.
We resolve that
With elections coming up, it is especially important that Ugandans be able to exercise their civic rights without fear of abuse.
We therefore call upon the Uganda Police to respect the constitutionally guaranteed rights of Ugandans while performing their duties and respect the law that extols them to use only reasonable force in making arrests.

The Uganda Police must treat every Ugandan (womyn or man) with the dignity and respect they deserve even while making an arrest.
We, as concerned Ugandans, expect the institutions we have entrusted with responsibility to protect and not harm us. But where they fail, we shall do whatever it takes to carry out the constitutional obligation to defend our rights and those of our fellow citizens.
We citizens of Uganda stand together to say No More to police brutality!

Note: This statement was first published on a FaceBook Page “Ugandans Against Police Brutality.”(It is written with input of many womyn concerned about police Brutality. )

When it comes to weird dining experiences, the seafood one tops my chart. If the idea of din and dash would make sense, this was the day.

So, one of buddies gets the fabulous ideas of seafood, this little place had a special offer! Once a month they cooked seafood, Due to high demand you had to book in advance. As person that likes to try new places, this was an opportunity we wouldn’t let pass.

The phone rings: “Jacky oliwa, what time are meeting? You can a carry a plus one if you want“ says my friend on the other line,I jumped on to a boda, scrolling through my Twitter for TDA memes and jokes, for I have mastered the art of balancing on Boda.

First, the Boda guy rums into a grey corona, the angry driver storms out, howling insults at the Boda man, watching all scenes unfold from the safety of the back seat, the Boda decided to storm off with me held hostage, he reversed into the middle of the highway.

As he accelerated, trying to disappear from the angry driver, for just brief moments, my life flashed before my eyes. He goes ahead to explain this refusal to stop.

“ Kati madam, I am from the village, I haven’t even made enough for my family, imagine if we had stopped and gotten caught, he would take my keys, I would rather run and take my chances”

He went ahead with his explanation in Luganda laced with a heavy Lukiga accent.

The day seemed brighter; I had finally reached the seafood place in one piece, a well light cozy place, and all tables had a white and red card that read “RESERVED”, the crowd seemed mainly Asian. It is a beautiful place near the U.S. Embassy.

With my book clutched in my hands, I walked straight to the bar* don’t judge, all tables had been reserved 😏* the bar seemed more welcoming than the screaming reserved tables.

I order for a glass of white sweet wine as I open my book, waiting on the girls to arrive, after 10 minutes, everyone had arrived. We walked to our table, TDA being the hot topic on Twitter; we took the discussion from online to offline.

Conversation with the girls on Ugandan politics is always enlightening for we all have extreme views, I will spare you the details.

IMG_1923So the Long awaited foods arrive, we had mussels, served in a pasta pot with broth, it was placed before us, and another bowl of bread, a dish of fries accompanied the meal.

Famished, we dived in, I have to say it was a delicious meal; I ate to a point of no uselessness.Conversations flowed, so did the emptying of glasses of win. It was time to Leave, we asked for bill.

The waiter causally dropped the bill in front of me, my eyes slowly scrolled through the digits, pupils widening as I came to the total.

With my terrible Math’s, I thought I didn’t understand the figure so I passed over to the bill to one of dinner mates, she gasped in shock. “Is this bill for real? How much do you have?” She asked

“Can I have a look at it?” Asked the next buddy.

We couldn’t believe the sum, calculates were pulled to help with the math, there was VAT added to the bill. The total was UGX 417,999.9120150925_212321. Imagine it was one week to pay-day!

We were wishing we had asked the waiter to pack the remains.

For some unknown reason, we all burst out laughing as we emptied our wallets on the table, imagining scenarios of washing dishes or worse, having to call friends to bail us out.

By the time we were done, we only had money for transport, calmly walked out of the restaurant hooped into a taxi heading to town that costs 500shs,can you imagine the irony?

As I got home, broke as they come, there just this small voice that said “Odangamu

Does it bother you that youths in Uganda seem to blindly follow political parties and mindlessly cheer their ‘agenda’ like it was a sports team?youth

After a conversation, with someone who labeled me an ‘Amana supporter’ based on the fact that I am an active social media user, I had to sit back and reflect.

Our politics is one of personalities, the FDC tried to defy this, with Muntu as the party leader, now that it is elections time. Dr Kizza Besigye is once again running.

For when many hear about the FDC, the picture envisioned is of Besigye teargassed thrown into a pickup truck, or probably one where he says “Aja genda” meaning “he will go”.

A supporter of Besigye is usually ‘one that makes so much noise, probably a political activist, or the boda- guy on the streets’. Then you will be labeled’ true ‘FDC. One thing one must do is always shout FDC.

As for President Museveni, I couldn’t box his supporters, one person mentioned that for a M7 supporter, you had to act like Ofowono Oponda, reason like Tumwebaze and speak like Tamale Muriundi.

*I however think it’s a crude description*

For the Amama Political supporter, you have to be a social media user, probably one who is a degree holder, jobless or job seeking, but ready to jump in on anything that trend.

The astonishing bit is that, our politics has been tailored in such a way that issues, people needs are not the topic, but rather ‘she said, he said’.One cannot say, I respect or align myself with Museveni security policy but hate his refusal to leave power.No, you are either with us, or not.

We have had instances where people have switched parties, changed their narrative on who they vote and campaign for, for us in Uganda.If you support Besigye, then you hate Museveni, if you like Amama, you are probably bought, and if you don’t support any then you are probably waiting for one with most money convince you to their political party.

It is the politics of personalities VS Issues.

Lately, I cringe each time I see a headline that has anything to do with” youth”, they are rarely good stories, youths are either burning, being ferried on trucks to police, or simply shouting about Political personalities.

They seem to be oblivious of the people they suffer for, the end game is short-term, a little money to go and gamble, buy a beer. No long-term unemployment solution.

Isn’t there a need for a higher level of critical thought beyond “We’re going to stay” or “Museveni lied people died”? It seems to me blindly following a political party without considering the long terms policy implications is silly…

Are we really this dumb? Look at the NRM rhetoric. “Prosperity for All” How many have benefited? FDC’s “Aja genda”

Asinine platitudes invented politicians, amplified by media and political relations firms to mobilize idiots.And it works every time! Youths are at the receiving end.

“ These are times that try men’s souls” –Thomas Paineprosperity _Fotor_Collage

After attending the Uganda National high level dialogue for development, the reoccurrence of phrase like financing for development  kept bugging me ,What does that mean? The challenge of trying to communicate these goals was what had me paying attention from 9 am to 5pm.

Mr. Carlos, the under secretary-General of the United nations, summarized it as, ‘People, planet and prosperity”. However can Uganda meet this, with 17 goals and 169 targets to be implemented within the framework of sustainability?The Sustainable Development Goals were reached at the UN’s conference, in Addis Ababa.

The sustainable development goals include:
• End poverty in all its forms everywhereIMG_4111
• End hunger, achieve food security and improved nutrition and promote sustainable Agriculture
• Ensure healthy lives and promote wellbeing for all ages
• Ensure inclusive and equitable quality education and promote lifelong learning opportunities for all

• Achieve gender equality and empower all women and girls
• Ensure availability and sustainable management of water and sanitation for all
• Ensure access to affordable, reliable, sustainable and modern energy for all

The list continues, but just looking at just the first seven, they seem way too ambitious for Uganda as country and very unrealistic.
The great news for Uganda is that our vision 2040 embraces the key elements of economic, social and environmental sustainability.

Our National Development Plan ii was also aligned to the sustainable development goals.

The dialogue rotated around key areas i.e.
• The role of the private sector in sustainable development.
• The role of official development assistance (ODA).
• Role of youth
• Achieving gender equality and empowerment of women and girls
• Tackling illicit flows and tax evasion is also, rightly, high on the agenda.

With Youth Unemployment, the role of Uganda’s largest population is left to the unknown, the youths were mentioned, called upon to take part towards achieving the SDGs’, however with no jobs the youth stand as a threat to the achieving of the SDG;s as they are an aggrieved and idle for lack of what to do, this also predicts increased criminal activity and increase in the poverty levels.
Financing for Development also seems blurred in Uganda given our rate of borrowing.
Even if we haven’t exceeded our borrowing margin, the rate at which Government presents loan request to parliament should raise eyebrows. This will hamper our efforts to develop and puts the countries at risk.
In the future, we will be accountable for actions in Addis Ababa, and what was agreed there. Therefore Uganda as a participant in making the SDG’s should make sure that the ambitious goals are met by the same ambition and strength polices to achieve them.

Dear Ugandan Media ,Who do you serve?

As a Journalism student , we were taught news values , things that made news like currency of an event, timeliness  etc, But we were also taught roles of media, such as the information role, a voice to the voiceless, media has the power not only to cause change, but to be able to alter ideas,perception of Ugandans.

However the recent coverage of our new and old political aspirants has shifted my stomach to my throat, for the gag reflex I get every time I watch TV, listen to radio  or pick up a news paper, even my Twitter is full of Amama VS Museveni rhetoric. with screaming headlines like:

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Cartoon from Daily Monitor

  • Amama youths arrested.
  • Amama On capital gang
  • Museveni Responds to Amama
  • Police block pro-Amama supporters

Each time I read these headlines i throw up a little in my mouth. Where is the information aspect?i understand that he is a public figure hence the coverage but where are the policy issues? the debates? For every headline on the Amama “sneezes” kind of stories there is a woman dying while giving birth, where is the debate on the better health care systems? the focus on unemployment?

For every “Museveni launches a ‘latrine'” story, there are university students graduating to poverty.

Each time Museveni hands over a sack of money, the shillings battles harder against the dollar, it is now slowly losing the battle.Where is the debate on the depreciating shilling? the economy?

For every Amama ‘arrives’ story, there is a corrupt official pocketing the pensioners money, robbing them of their ability to retire. We have 70 year old still in civil service.

You have stripped so low to the games of our brilliant politicians, you are now the sound amplifiers on what they say, giving them a platform where they throw dirt at each other, accuse each other of incompetence while the real presidential debates are swept under the carpet.

We want to know how they plan on creating jobs. But all this is not discussed as focus is on the politics of personalities, with questions like “How are you different from Museveni” Reyale!

Where is your voice to voiceless role? why should i be concerned on how Amama differs from Museveni? I want to know what he plans on doing to make higher education cheaper for Ugandans, I am interested on his take on military influence and participation in Parliament and other civilian jobs!

I want to know how he plans to reform Police to cut and fight crime in Uganda. I cannot get any of this information for your focus is on their games, their history.

Media has the power to transform these conversations. Ask the presidential aspirants to sort out their personal issues and we focus on the country and how we can improve the lives of Ugandans

So I will ask you one more time, who do you serve?

Yours Faithfully


The journalism department is the oldest of its kind in the Eastern Africa Region.Like many of the oldest courses offered at Makerere University, it has gone through some changes.

My admission to Journalism school was a cocktail of excitement and sadness, the happiness was because it seemed to fall in line with my love for writing, frustrated because, law school would have to be put on hold.

The real shock came in when one of the lecturers entered class and asked, “ How many of you wanted to offer Journalism and communication? ” A few students shot their arms in the air. She then asked the rest of the class to list their preferred courses and with a sarcastic tone, she said, ” I hope you are ready for four years”.

Four years?! many of us cursed in union, while others thought it to be a prank,then it hit me, I was in Journalism school for four years, it seemed like a terrible decision at that point, the extra year came off as a waste of my years.

Besides the raised eyebrows i would always get from other students that were in a class below me in secondary, many would ask, ” I thought you had finished school” and i would always be forced to explain myself, informing them that journalism was four years, some believed, others seemed to think i was covering a year of retakes.

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Google map to Journalism Department.

Now that the four years are over, i still think journalism should be 3 years, there seemed to be so much focus on the theoretical part of the course and less on the practical aspect. The last year, is where all major practical skills are now thrust upon the students.

The first year should focus on the theory, then second and third year focuses on the practical aspect, because knows we need to change the breed of journalists, produce more ethical and able to deliver kind of Journalism.

All in all,the fours in Journalism have been the experience.   Below are some views from other finalists.

A collection of different videos on various topics, from Corruption in Uganda, to the Marriage and Divorce Bill, to the an unexpected return of Sejusa.


Video  —  Posted: May 30, 2015 in The "Parliamentary Private Secretary"
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If you are a Ugandan, then you have definitely heard of Dr. Kizza Besigye and if you are not a Ugandan , kindly google him.

A little more than a decade ago Kizza Besigye was fondly called the “hammer” by many of hiKizza-Besigye-being-arresteds supporters.
Uganda’s leading opposition figure earned the nickname after he traversed the country on the campaign trail in 2001, saying his opponent was a bit like a cotter pin and that dislodging him from office would need a candidate with the strength of a hammer.

Many refer to him as the people’s president.

I did not fully understand his character or his deeds, until I landed on “the Unfinished revolution” by Daniel Kalinaki, it helped answer some of the questions on:  Where did he come from? How did he rise through the ranks to make it into Government? What was the catalyst that led him, a man who was once the personal physician to the President, to desert those in power?

why, when so many of his peers were willing to turn a blind eye to the deficiencies of the ruling party so they could enjoy the spoils on offer? Was he not seduced? All these were questions that Kalinaki’s book put to rest.

There are two major questions which most Ugandans have long asked when it comes to Besigye; what exactly led to Besigye’s fall out with President Museveni and what was the real story behind that alleged love triangle involving him, his wife Winnie Byanyima and the President.

Kizza Besigye and Uganda’s Unfinished Revolution. After reading the book, I was angry, mad, irritated by the Government, cursed fellow Ugandans for leaving the struggle to one person.

During the bScreen Shot 2015-05-27 at 9.31.06 PMook launch, that included a question and answer from the author Daniel Kalinaki , to the subject of the Book, Dr. Kizza Besige, the colonel answer whether he is disappointed with Ugandans, his reply is one of the things I will go to my grave with.

And I vowed to next time march along side a man who I not only greatly admire but have massive respect for.

Below is a link to a collection of pictures and videos on Besigye.

With the craziness going around in our politics, the recent announcements, I still think that all the excitement deserves to go to Besigye and I hope some day he finishes Our revolution.