{UAH} I once loved Museveni so much!

By Angura Ariko 

As a young man growing up under  Musevenis regime, I admired him, respected him and always yearned to be like him one day. The respect and admiration I had for the president compelled me to start writing to the president then telling him how much I loved him, and how I would appreciate if he compensated my father for the cattle that were stolen from us by the Karamojong.

At all times when I penned my missives and posted for the president, I would always be engulfed by joy that the president would one day write back to me and ask me to meet him. My hopes were high because I had seen presidents from other countries respond to letters sent to them by young children in their countries. 

I waited for the presidents reply in vain. I got hurt, my young pride for my president started to waine. I started then remembering the pocket money I had used for posting the letters to the president. It started to dawn to me, may be my president doesn't care and listen after all as some of detractors back then claimed. 

After getting wind of the fact that the president was coming to our district, I told my dad how I want to go meet the president and hold a dialogue with him. My dad didn't want to hear a thing about it, and ordered me to stay my ass home. 

The next day I escaped and walked my small ass to the office of the resident district Commissioner. I told him I wanted to meet the president and talk to him about our cows and remind him of my letters I had sent earlier. He told me, I was being young and stupid to think I would meet the president. He ordered his body guard to escort me home, for which I was driven home. 

Two days later, his excellency the president arrived and was holding a rally, I was so short and couldn't see the president as he talked. I climbed on the table the speaker was placed.

There he was,the man I had always admired, respected and yearned to meet. The man who couldn't even afford to write to me back, and here he was telling people he was going to bring back their cows, he boasted to be the people's president with the ear to listen and mindset to act. As he spoke,  I felt the rush of adrenaline in me, muscles were clenching, my eyes getting itchy and my hands shaking with rage,  my heart was pumping, and as it was at the  brink of busting, I shouted so loud. "You are a liar, you don't listen, you don't have your ears to listen...... "

Before I could tell him all I wanted, I had already been grabbed by the neck by some muscular army guy. He squeezed my neck so hard that I couldn't scream. I was pinched, slapped once and taken to police. All that happened because I wanted to talk to the president and he couldn't let me to. 

The story continues next time of how I ended up being what I am today politically , but for today I want  to ask those who castigate  Dr Stella Nyanzi and her rabid commentary and criticism of the first family. You can never appreciate her pains till you get into her shoes. What if her actions are directly caused by the lull of those in leadership who have ignored to hear her out for too long, like it happened to me unknowingly. 

Let's not forget that, the most painful situation in life is when we are waiting for our dear one without knowing that they are avoiding us.!

"In tribute to the United Kingdom and the Republic of Uganda, two bastions of strength in a world filled with strife, discrimination and terrorism."

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