I am Uganda And This is My Home.

 As we approach the elections, let us take a moment of silence, not just to think, but to feel. Feel the heartbeat of our nation pulsing beneath the soil. Listen to the whispers of our ancestors, the cries of those who died with the hope that one day Uganda would be a land of justice, of equality, of dignity. We are not just voting. We are shaping the future of our children and their children.

Uganda is home. We must never forget that. And yet, how easily we turn this home into a warzone every five years. Why must elections become bloodbaths? Why must political ambition come at the cost of humanity? Why do some leaders speak of patriotism in public, then order torture and kidnappings in secret? Why must citizens bleed for someone else’s seat?

We have come too far, survived too many regimes, endured too much pain, to go back to the darkness. Our ancestors died not so that one man could rule forever, not so that power could be privatized and democracy turned into theatre. They died for freedom. For voice. For dignity. And now, when we turn our backs on that dream, when we trade our humanity for campaign t-shirts, cash handouts, and tribal loyalty, we betray them.

Let this be known, the gun was meant to liberate, not to silence. The army was created to protect the people, not to turn against them. We must stop using force to claim what we cannot earn through the will of the people. Power without consent is tyranny. Leadership without legitimacy is treason against the nation.

Before you pull the trigger, remember, I am your fellow Ugandan. We share blood, history, and land. When you kill me for a politician, you are killing yourself. When you torture me to impress your commander, you are torturing your conscience. The people you brutalize are the same people who will feed your children tomorrow. What do we gain when we destroy each other for leaders who will never bleed for us?

Many have occupied that seat of power. They walked the corridors of State House, addressed the nation with authority, and made decisions that shaped millions of lives. But where are they now? Gone. Buried. Silent. Their faces remain in history books, yes, but their time passed. They once ruled with power, but now, like everyone else, they lie beneath the soil, equal in death.

Even notorious generals, feared dictators, and prideful propagandists have vanished. No man rules forever. No regime stands without the people. Power is an illusion when it is built on fear, and history never forgets the ones who abused it.

To those in power today, hear this, you are not immortal. The palace gates will one day close behind you. The flags will one day be lowered without your name on them. Your convoy will disappear. And you will be remembered not for how long you ruled, but for how you ruled. Legacy matters.

And to the young, to the hopeful, to the awakened generation, this is your time to rise, not with violence, but with vision. Not with hate, but with purpose. The future of Uganda cannot be mortgaged to selfish interests. We are not here to repeat the past. We are here to rewrite it.

Elections are not about tribes. Not about bullets. Not about personalities. They are about the people. They are about dreams, livelihoods, and the promise of a better tomorrow. If your vote must come with a bribe or a bullet, it is no longer a vote, it is a betrayal of your own dignity.

Remember, God is the author of authority. And any man or woman who forces themselves into power without divine favor is already condemned. You cannot rig heaven. You cannot silence justice forever. The day of reckoning always comes.

So, I say this again, let us have humanity. Because no matter how much we disagree, no matter what flag we wave, we all want the same thing; peace, opportunity, a future for our children. The time for division is over. The time for selfish politics is over. Uganda belongs to all of us, not just a few.

Let us go into these elections with wisdom, not weapons. With conviction, not chaos. With unity, not tribalism. Because like I always say: we live because others live.

I am Uganda. You are Uganda. Together, we are the custodians of her soul. And it is our duty to protect her.