Last year was a rare year. It was accompanied by coronavirus and deafening noise made by politicians and their supporters. Celebrate with me if you are still alive and still along the path to what you, years ago, dreamed about.
I, last year, sympathized with all the poverty-stricken men and women who thought they were poor and nothing because Museveni was the leader of Uganda for more than thirty years.
This is Africa, a continent whose shaky foundations were laid more than sixty years ago by the white man.
We greeted each other in the streets before the white man came to make sure we scattered. Today we are too busy not to even mind our own business.
As covid continues to wreak havoc, very many cases of people dying from heart failure will continue to be registered by referral hospitals in the country too.
These people ruling us know that a swollen-headed man or woman is easily taken to bed to sleep, as you rule, by handing to him or her fat envelopes and the needed peace, to enjoy.
You develop when you read a tested newspaper. You fight ignorance and lack of reliable information when you peruse such newspapers like this one you are reading.
I have brained washed many. I have seen the dead resurrect. I have seen hopeless men and women in the music industry believe that they can again earn a living from the career they loved before the outbreak of lethal covid-19 in the country.
Someone is following attentively despite the shocking lack of faith among people in society today.
I have made more friends than I needed in the beginning. I have met people in upmarket places in this country (in their offices) who said to me I taught them how to love books and information because I frankly told them all the struggles I overcame before I was finally released by this ruthless world.
People craving for fame, honor and wealth are often seen vowing to work hard to one day replace the people up, the ladder of success.
He who genuinely climbed will be fought hard, by his enemies, and friends, but he will never be defeated. I took my first step when still a poor university student who neither loved his life nor this country.
I lived in a country where I would be informed on a daily basis that Uganda was a third world country. I had been convinced thoroughly that it was because of the past leaders that Uganda was as poverty- stricken as it was.
Obote and Amin were the biggest reasons why our country remained asleep even when Museveni came to power. I was told.
The Members of Parliament you elected on January 14 are about to commence minding their own business. These people’s known telephone numbers are about to be off.
You are fighting in vain if your intention is to work and oust the one that you found at the table eating already.
I chose to create my own style. The style was underrated by editors in the beginning. It later sold like a hot cake. I have for more eight years written to inspire the world without pausing. I am successful. I was as poor as a church mouse in the beginning. I was (totally) nothing. Believe!
The way I was directed to take was very hard and rocky. I had to do something. I went off a bit from the way I found in place and created my own path. Do not be afraid. Try beginning something now. You will succeed.
I am today among the most enthusiastic and happiest people in the country. I am reaping what I sowed. I admired the former big writers and worshipped them for years. My time would come. I knew.
Mind your business. This country got independent almost sixty years ago. You will live. You will die after living for decades. But who said it couldn’t be done?
We congratulate you upon your knowing that it that knowledge is power. An ignorant man queued in the sun early this year. He chose a leader who will be worse than the one he dropped.
The world has been bewildered. I have been praised by kings and ordinary men, and women. I created myself very many enemies too. I am still standing. There is nothing impossible.
Pray that the current leader, in your field of endeavor, quits in peace. Greed and desire to lead will never get you to where he sits.
A boy who the other day began smelling newspapers thinks he is in the writing sector to topple Bagenda. He should work and sweat, as he thinks. His day will come. Never begin war with people you envy. You will fail.
