Shades of Amin

It is said, in the dark days, when Uganda had been written off as a basket case by the rest of the world, road blocks were the order of the day. They were everywhere along the roads and those brothers did not joke around.

Conversation inside the taxi would cease immediately the door was flung open by the ‘ofisa’. They were always checking, checking for stuff they couldn’t be bothered to disclose, not that anyone would be so foolhardy as to ask.

Tales of people being thrown out of cars just because the soldier didn’t like the way you looked at him (looking straight in their eyes was a bad idea) were commonplace. The evils of the Amin and Obote eras were largely committed at road blocks.

And now it’s like deja-vu. Entebbe Road is taking on a 70s-style hue. Since those dignitaries returned home after endorsing the current regime’s next term, there are road blocks. I guess if the President’s home was not in Entebbe, we wouldn’t have these attacks of paranoia, but well, you can’t win all the time.

In a time when the political set is insisting on a military presence at every road corner, even as they say Uganda has never had more peace and tranquility, one can’t help looking over their shoulder…or at the closet door. The bogeyman is surely hiding in there, waiting for us to fall asleep.


About Steven

It wasn't me; arrest the voices. It was the voices in my head. Sike! I am Ugandan first. I care for development in my country. I am a curious observer second and I care to know what you think.
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