A Speech To Any Ugandan

I am just any average citizen, trailing the streets of Uganda and telling you what I see through the eyes of an ambitious, hopeful and regretting citizen. This speech will not speak a whiff of volume for it comes after the only visionary spoke, it comes at a time when the elite have clogged their ears to societal cry, and it comes at a time when the leaders are taking a vacation to raise the clout amongst them. This speech cannot purport to create hope in a youthful population; this speech cannot begin to riddle you on the mazes of quality life that comes with good governance, for it is written by an ardent, young debater with a keyboard and computer to his face.

It is true that this speech might offend, this speech might rattle a sprout of anger from a silent observer, this speech could save the 16th mother from taking their leave this evening, it might flow an ounce of salary increment a teachers’ way, this speech can also fill a pothole that your car might hit, this speech might save your son or daughter the plight of a life without an education, this speech could actually, if taken serious, give the young man or woman with dusty shoes, hungry stomach and envelope in his hands a job but it comes at a time when the leaders we choose forget so quick we exist, it comes at a time when the journalists that write our news misinform us, it comes at a time when the church leaders we go to betray us, it comes at a time when the guns we buy to protect us are used to kill us, it comes at a time when the companies we buy from fleece us, this speech cannot shuffle those under the carpets for it lacks neither the strength nor the willingness for it is written by an ardent , young debater with a keyboard and computer to his face.

This speech finds your ears irritatingly drowning in nonsensical music, this speech appears at a time when your television sets shuffle Spanish telenovelas before your eyes, this speech is bad timed for the shelves in bookstores gather dust, this speech comes at a time when your eyes have read all their might lame, on sizzling gossip of who slept with who last night, of who owns which building across the street, of who bonks in what way and of where the party will happen next, this speech has found the fate of its fears, your inattention. This speech will not assume to break those barriers for it is written by an ardent, young debater with a keyboard and mouse to his face.

How can this speech speak to the banker whose business is drowning in debt? How can this speech purport to share sorrow with the indebted husband whose only home just got foreclosed by the bank? How can this speech envision a brighter future when the corridors of powers that be plan on aging in their positions? How dare this speech ride on the unfortunates of an emotion-laden mother whose baby died while the doctor was away tussling it out with his landlord? The audacity of this speech, to purport to care more than the man dropping down with hunger in Karamoja! This speech is outrageous, to imagine its contents matter more than the ticks on the cow of a president! Arrest this speech for the amount of tear-gas we could blow on the poor Ugandan when they protest for kerosene tax cannot be wasted on it. But anyway, it written by an ardent, young debater with a keyboard and computer to his face.

This speech might fly your daughter to Germany to give birth, it could even own you a fighter jet, this speech possesses the power to buy you a pull-man Mercedes Benz, this speech might earn you 20 million a month for simply watching while the nation rots, this speech is rich enough to record you song for a presidential campaign or even stage you a meeting with hefty allowances that make your pockets grin. This speech has the capacity to grant you land at the expense of a peasant’s lifetime great grandfather’s will, it is as rich my friends to make you an investor in whatever trade you wish to pursue, be it pancakes! This is the speech for you! However it comes at a time when the cells detest the corrupt, it comes at a time when the quill of the judge is bought by the accused, it comes at a time when the shackles on your feet are the making of your tongue, it comes at a time when the policeman on the streets is away fishing to earn a penny, it comes at a time when the teacher that teaches you is dancing at a concert to get a t-shirt to don for the term, it comes at a time when you my friend are shedding a tear, but thats all an ardent, young debater with a keyboard can be, A UGANDAN!

quincy

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