Look at that
Credit to the photographer but for a moment – forget about the pixels, the panorama and vistas. For a moment neglect the cameraman’s adroitness and just look at that!
It’s a broken windshield, a tattered SUV and a laboring vehicle ferrying the unbowed hope of Uganda. Look! That land cruiser, just like Uganda, will soon come to a grinding halt if a mechanic doesn’t attend to it. If a man with handy hands doesn’t take the reins and repairs the SUV and perhaps the nation. Both Uganda and the vehicle are in a fix.
But again I prod you to look.
Behold him who stands tall amidst despair. He paves the way for the redemption of a country bastardized by political retardation. The masses cling to his vehicle though battered, they have hope in him, he will reel them home. Uganda under the current regime is a decrepit automobile but worry not he will wheel them to justice, atonement and reparation. With his mind, he has the tools to turn the screw and well, purge the nation of the spanner in the works. Don’t worry, Bobi is the man, he will fix this. After all, the Ugandan flag hoists high and carefree behind him on his sunroof. It’s evident. It’s eminent. It’s a refreshing omen that the gods are with him. Weep not descendants of Baganda, you shall be delivered. Mama, there goes that man!
Robert Kyagulanyi you had a choice to suffer ostrich syndrome and bury your head in the sand. You had a choice to look the other way, to see no evil to hear no evil. Frankly speaking Robert you could have opted to be as blind as a bat and insulate your conscience from the suffering of your people. You could have staved off politics and cloyed over morsels of handouts from the illegitimate regime just like your peers did. Cc:Bebe Cool.
Bobi you had fame and fortune earned by the stardom music gave you. There was an option of gallivanting around the world. Flaunting your jewellery, wearing diamond watches and posing with damsels much to the awing attention of your fans. There was an option of jaunting around Kampala in your Cadillac and asserting your adherence to the soft life. You could have sang more commercial music about sex, love, money and vanity which is a far lucrative venture than singing about politics.
As I have heard many a Kenyan celebrity say, you should have monetized your talent farther. Singing about political awareness for free ? Leave that for Rastafarians or karaoke in a downtown bar. You know, just look out for you man, there’s no glitz in singing for the wretched of the earth. There was a way out. One that did not require you to risk your life nor those of your loved ones including your mushrooming offspring. You might as well got yourself an extravagant pent house, enjoyed a barbeque with your kids. And when they asked you why the rest of Ugandans are poor ? You’d mutter, “They are Lucky Dube’s children, they are born to suffer.”
Instead you wrought a different trajectory for your destiny. You chose us every day Ugandans. Us, every day Africans. You chose the downtrodden and forgotten, the underclass who struggle to make ends meet. You picked a bigger fight sacrificing your own aggrandizement. That’s why you went back to school and got an education; studied law to stand in the jury of the dispossessed. You understood that the success garnered in your personal journey paled in comparison to the squalor bedeviling your people. The more pressing need was uplifting others rather than sitting pretty on an Ivory tower, so you realised. You came from the ghetto. You never forgot.
There’s not an iota of doubt that your magnanimity has only opened the gates of hellfire on you. So much wrath has been meted out on you by antithetical forces. The pinch of standing up to behemoths and hurling your sling at Goliath has been severely painful. You have bore the brunt and lost a lot. Your money, health and in regrettable circumstances lives have been lost for the sake of your cause. Notwithstanding, your life also is a going concern. This path you chose has done you no good. None at all. It only keeps chipping away at all you care for. The trauma your family undergoes – peace be with them. There’s nothing appealing in martyrdom. People get stoned to death, ask Stephen. But you are one Bobi. That’s you atop. Dying for a cause.
In this world there are men and there are MEN. You deserve to be in caps because you are big and major for the African continent. You are the change the youth want to see. You are the change we want to emulate. You have a big heart Bobi. The elections on Thursday, 14/1/2021/, will come and go but your legacy hovers on eternally. For in you, the children of Africa will never lack a hero to look up to. Whatever the outcome, you have done your part as an ambassador of an emerging progressive black continent. Comrade it’s my salient whisper to the heavens that you win. That you become President our beloved ghetto President. On and on I can yarn beautiful tales about you. On and on I can harp about how much admiration the youth have for you. But a good missive has to end somewhere. As an eagle broadens it’s wings, keep soaring champ.
For cometh the hour cometh the man. We are proud of you, Bobi Wine!
