May We Stop Yelling

A wise woman once told me that when you are inspired to write anything, write it at that very moment because the inspiration usually doesn’t last very long so why is all this information relevant exactly? Because right in this moment I have been inspired  to write about these our presidential campaigns.
Today I had the misfortune of being in the middle of all the hype of the President having a rally at Kololo, as JPAM was holding something of the sort in Nakivubo stadium, just when something to do with nominations was taking place in Namboole,  the day my boss thought it’s was a good idea for me to leave my school comfort zone ( it felt like the only place I would rather be but just for today), pick documents I had to file at the NRM headquarters ( which as it turns out were closed), so yes it was a misfortune.

Disclaimer: I am no political genuis so this is just an observer’s rant.

Today reminded me of a conversation I overheard when some one was suggesting that the kinds of people who vote in these elections should be a little more specified.
The point of the conversation was that people who don’t understand the implications of their vote in the grand scheme of things should not be allowed to cast their vote especially the presidential one.
I remember going all psycho law student on these people whose conversation I was eavesdropping & stating what I scantly remember from my constitutional law class about rights of all citizens to vote, the infringement of  fundamental rights yala yala…
Essentially I paraded an ‘I am a human rights advocate’ & left them feeling like the devil for even thinking some people are best suited to vote but if  today taught me anything, it is that may be these my ‘ devils’ had a point.

I walked through masses of people  forget the pilgrims to Namugongo  on 3rd June or the Cancer Run or MTN Marathon people, I am talking about a stampede of the Lord’s last creation.
Some brought from their Kijura, Kiburara, Rwenkuba ( all names of villages, where I come from but yes from all parts of this country) by fuso lorries (usually an exclusive means of transport for cattle, trucks( usually carriers of crates of soda and beer), buses, taxis ( which abandoned their usual noble job of taking us the non-driving folks) and those on foot. It was a feast of the yellows in all sides of Kampala.

Where were we?  Yes criteria for voting should be more than universal adult suffrage. The issues we find this our nation facing, have so much to do with the fact that most of the electorate doesn’t know the implication of that tick on the ballot but somehow we are all yellers of the need for change yet we leave our fate in the hands of people whose greatest need is a trip to Kampala by whichever means available and daily bread.

I am in no way suggesting that the needs of people who require their sugar, soap & bread needs to be met by a presidential candidate are not valid,  I am saying that maybe they shouldn’t be the people we leave to make the decisions that in turn lead to cringe-worthy policies and conditions us the town people make noise about after not voting.
Oh yes and I know that there is more to the win than casting our votes but my uneducated, unqualified guess is its a start.
So let’s vote or stop yelling  shall we?


  1. AtimMercy

    Apparently, the stampede dint stop in town. As I type this, there is a bunch of guys screaming jpam ontop of their voices right outside my hostel… They have been at it for about 15 minutes…

    Nice post Fionah..

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