#UgBlogWeek Day 6- Open Letter to JPAM

Dear  Mr JPAM

My university held a guild presidential election a year ago where a beautiful girl was one of the candidates

There were chants of her name in all the corridors, guys sang her praises, T-shirts were printed with her pretty face on,Β  a squad of minions was recruited and songs composed to woo us into casting our vote in her favor.

Bottom line, she lost.
The world had her believing she was the next guild president with all their noise but after the amazing power of the secret ballot,Β  she didn’t even come close to second.
She lost so bad my heart hurt for her.

Fast forward to Uganda in 2015, a brilliant eloquent lawyer like yourself with credentials as long as the Nile, lost his job as Prime Minister at the hands of a president he had served for 30 years.

You were mad as hell,  with good reason, so I understand.

You made cringe worthy policies, supported the passing of laws (read Public Order Management Act) that only benefitted the power players, pulled off an election rig (allegedly) and was a force to be feared in these streets.

So you did what anyone mad at his president does in this country,  you joined the race to statehouse in 2016 fondly known as #UgandaDecides .

The crowds were encouraging your cause, and the ease with which the “Go Forward”, slogan ran off people’s tongues had you believing you had the voting ninjas fooled.

I don’t blame you for that too,  I would also believe them,  a good chant can take anyone’s mind to amazing places.

Trouble is, the love wasn’t real.  They didn’t forget that the CHOGAM,  global fund,  NSSF e.t.c, corruption scandal had your face and name as a common denominator.

They didn’t forget that Northern Uganda went through a war for over 20 years and not once did you make an effort to visit them, even in your capacity as Minister of Defence.

But maybe I should cut you some slack since you finally showed up on the campaign trail, a decade after the war right?

Of course they wore your campaign T-shirt, because hey, the hustle for clothes is real in these streets but that will be all Mr John Patrick Amama Mbabazi.

Of course they sang your praises because the logistics that come with being on your campaign trail can satisfy a day or even a week’s hunger, but crowds lie.

Go home,  take your one 1.75% (for now,  am guessing it will reduce as the tallying goes on), and have your self a nice life.

#UgBlogWeek

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  3. kirabobyabashaija

    Eh! I had a comment, then I read through the comments… Now I have forgotten my comment. Oba are we allowed to comment after you and JJ *winks*

    Anyway… on a totally unrelated note, could you be Gloria?
    **Ask Joel**

    #okBai

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    2. Joel Jemba

      *Grabs Microphone*
      Kirabo, You do realize that was a comment as well? wait you have also started winking, oh well!
      *clear throat*
      This Gloria you ask of, why are you asking exactly? what are your intentions? And besides why are you putting me in the spot light of this question?

      *Drops microphone and kicks it and walks out of the spot light*

      1. kirabobyabashaija

        *spotlight follows JJ*

        *from a mic in the shadows*
        Tehehehe… Point of correction: ‘Jackie’ not Gloria, how do we edit comments?

        Sooo, iKomusana – could your middle name be Jackie

        *double winks*
        *runs away*

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          iKomusana

          I can be a Jackie or a Gloria depending on what the upside of being the bearer of the name is…

          Hehehe there is no comment editing but looks like you and Joel Jjemba or should I say JJ, have a stage to share, so let me leave you to it!
          And no *winks* over here πŸ˜‚

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