Either we are alarmists or there is a real problem. However even if we are alarmists, then the great lengths the government resorted to might have made them alarmist too. Did they need to purchase all those trucks, and hover above us with copters like we were some police state on the television?
Some say it’s just here in Kampala. It’s alright in the rural areas. In fact, urbanites are pitiful. One man even said that the Old Man should rule until his death. We are alarmists. It’s not that bad. We are just mad that the government interrupted our mindless social media culture and brainwashed spending culture. How about we listen to the radio for once, like the rural people. Or put our money under our pillows!
Kampalalites, we are little brats. Acting like the world owes us anything. Like we deserve anything. We are eager to post blogs and tweets about Besigye being arrested but none of us will ever show up on the street to stand with him. We tell ourselves, “Besigye won’t pay my kid’s fees”, so we need to stay alive and out of jail. There is life after elections.
What’s wrong with us anyway?! Don’t we know all leadership comes from God? Our very same churches have the same leaders for thirty years and we have never complained, what is different this time? Away with this hypocrisy!
We all know what we really care about. Premier League. Grammy’s. E! Concerts and Award Shows.
When the price of petrol and diesel went up, we tweeted a little and then kept buying. We sure have a way to access the money. Our complaints are hogwash.
If we knew the contentment of sleep after a day’s work in the shamba maybe we’d not complain. We are busy watching Game of Thrones till 3am in the morning, complaining why so and so has been killed. Our lack of sleep is on our dependence on weed and alcohol. When we visit our grandparents and they offer sukuma wiki, we say, we’re beyond that African crap.
Made for kentucky fried chicken and vanilla nojitos, we later complain about rising rates of disease?
Don’t complain Kampalalite. We know what we really want. Blankets and Wine, Happy Hour, and weekend soccer. After this small hiccup, don’t say we won’t go back to this routine.