@NIRA_Ug I think I should just re do the process coz it has been one full year and every time you tell me to check after two weeks, tell me the truth π
@NIRA_Ug You respond to our issues selectively,I have tried more than 30times following the update of my application but I have never been successful π, like WHY??
Uganda is an interesting country. The government has managed to turn accountability upside down and then arrest anyone who notices. Try to call out corporate thieves and they will flamboyantly run to court, where you risk being ordered to pay enormous sums for injuring their apparently more valuable reputation. Fail to pay and another legal problem may be waiting at the door--criminal contempt of court. Ask Prof. @SpireJim Ssentongo about his dispute with giraffes at KIU. In our country, it sometimes appears cheaper to lose money than to mention who you think stole it.
Call out those you accuse of stealing public money and the procedure becomes less judicial and more automotive. A dark-tinted drone arrives at your door and you are bundled into it, you disappear like a Muchwezi, like Rukirabachwezi disappeared from Uganda without a passport. You are driven into CMI or Sera Kasenyi freezing cold basement where the curriculum is torture and the compulsory language course is Runyankole. Meanwhile, your relatives file habeas corpus ad subjiciendum. Government agents responsible for your disappearance appear before a court and deny having you. The court has the application, your family has the questions, everybody has paperwork. Only the applicant is missing.
Then comes the Ugandan miracle of legal transportation. Weeks, months, sometimes longer later, the same citizen who officially was nowhere somehow materialises before a court. Nobody explains which constitutional wormhole delivered him there. He is charged. His complaints about what happened before his miraculous appearance receive little practical remedy. Bail may be denied and he is remanded to prison, because apparently the safest place for a person complaining of unlawful detention is more detention.
Months later, the prosecution loses enthusiasm. Hearings stall, witnesses evaporate and the case eventually dies for want of prosecution. The accused walks out without compensation. Nobody seriously investigates the disappearance. Nobody answers for the torture despite overwhelming medical evidence that supports it. Nobody explains why officials could deny custody and later produce the same human being for prosecution. The DPP and judiciary simply clears their throats and proceeds to the next file.
Then enters my favourite specimen in this national comedy--the fully grown adult whose grey hair has accumulated considerably more wisdom than the head beneath it. There are many nincompoops, but let us take Adonia Ayebare, for example, shuffling about in cheap suits with the grave expression of expecting his wardrobe to supply the intellectual authority his arguments forgot to bring. He parades the vocabulary and costume of diplomacy while reducing that ancient craft to the solemn laundering of whatever absurdity NRM/PLU power has deposited on his desk. The tragedy is almost sartorial. All that grey hair, all those shiny suits, all that diplomatic vocabulary, and still the argument makes him naked. Corner him with the facts and he produces the great Ugandan doctrine of political necessity: βMy brother, I am just surviving.β
Surviving, apparently, has acquired a constitutional meaning. It means earning from a government you dare not criticise, defending conduct you would condemn if committed against yourself, and calling everyone who objects unreasonable. Uganda has produced many remarkable innovations, conceivably its finest is that the victim must explain his patriotic manners, while the people accused of violating his rights explain that they were merely doing their jobs.
Rukirabachwezi