So as many of you may (or may not) be aware, the political situation in Uganda has not been positive of late.
Opposition leaders have been gaining popularity among the people and the current regime (which is older than me!) has been resorting to violence and intimidation in attempts to suppress the growing dissatisfaction of its citizens.
Needless to say, I do not condone violence on the part of the current regime, or on the part of the opposition. I do however understand that desperate times often seem to call for desperate measures as we are often told by the old adage. The current situation I believe is making both parties feel pressure to promote increasingly bold and potentially violent shows of strength.
How I wish for my country that things could be different. How I wish that we could trust the results of the allegedly democratic elections process. (One that hasn't been proven to be flawed in execution and riddled with bribes and vote fixing.) How I genuinely wish we could work together to promote the health, well-being, and growth of this beautiful land.
Because there are days that I remember, not so very long ago... when I fell in love with my country, Uganda. All the days seemed bright, the vegetation was brilliant green, the sun and rain fell with equal intensity on us all, and we smiled at strangers without knowing their background or political party. We laughed and danced together at kwanjulas, we hired bodabodas without fearing robbery, we had a chapatti guy who made the best rolexes around, we walked along busy streets bound together by the red dust on our legs. I deeply long for my country to go back to that.
But perhaps I am asking for too much. Maybe I am asking for my own innocence back. Maybe its not my country that has changed so very much after all... I mean the president is the same (though the constitution has been changed), and the struggle after all remains the same. Poverty is still rampant, even in my own family. Masaka road is still dangerous as hell. Potholes still litter pavement. Thieves seem to multiply every day, from the city streets to high government offices. Bribes seem normal to a Ugandan's thinking. Every day a child goes without food. Another father hides in a bottle of waragi instead of facing that he can't provide for his family. Another mother heartbreakingly decides between her children which one to send to school because the shillings won't cover all their fees. Another young girl prostitutes herself to a "sugar daddy" for a chance at a "better life". Another parishioner is convinced to believe they need to give their last shilling to help "build God's kingdom" not realizing that they are building their "preacher's" million dollar mansion.
We see it all and we feel helpless. Its times like these that we know all we can do is cry out to God. We are powerless, but He is all powerful. And after all, its through the lenses of His love that I first saw and felt the love for Uganda growing up in my heart. He has loved these children of His much longer and much harder than I ever have. He has gathered up every tear of every person affected by the violence that has littered these streets and it is His to repay for every wrong done against His children.
So, from our hearts to yours: Uganda, may God uphold thee.
