This is what the state did to Sam Mugumya. I think apart from torture that must have broken his ribs and legs, they also starved him. Can you at least now release him for his loved ones to care for him?? #BringBackOurPeople
Absolutely must-read review of taking micro-data from development RCTs and feeding it into macro models to answer big questions (and vice versa). Extremely enjoyable, highly recommend.
https://t.co/EOXZ6OYijQ
@JohnHMcWhorter Excellent commentary. My own takeaways is reflecting on some tendencies i have that others might find excessive. My duty to raise challenge any of such in my offspring.
Dear Maj. Gen. (Rtd) @mugishamuntu,
I recently watched you on TikTok telling that sharp satirical story of a man who hated his neighbour. When God appeared to him and asked him to name his heart’s desire, God added that whatever the man asked for would be given twice to the neighbour he hated. The man thought carefully, then asked to lose sight in one eye — knowing very well that his neighbour would lose sight in both.
It was painful, funny, and intelligent in the way good satire often is. You made people laugh, but the laughter carried a serious warning: hatred can make a man accept his own loss, as long as the person he resents suffers more. As I laughed, admiring your wit, I remembered another man from our own folklore: Ishekatabazi of Ntungamo.
There is an old tale about this cunning man. Ishekatabazi had spent two weeks in Karagwe, Tanzania, visiting a friend. But when he returned to the village and people asked where he had been, he did not tell them the truth. He claimed he had been at Kamukuzi, staying at the palace of the Omugabe of Nkore. And from that borrowed authority, he delivered his warning: an anthrax outbreak was coming, and it would kill the cows. The only way to save them, he said, was to cut out their tongues.
The villagers did not believe him at first. They knew him and suspected a trick. So, before dawn, Ishekatabazi drew blood from one of his healthy cows, as elders sometimes did when harvesting blood for food, smeared it around the mouths of his own cattle, and waited. By morning, his neighbours saw what looked like proof. Fear did the rest. One by one, they followed his advice and cut out the tongues of their cows.
By midday, all the cows in the village — except Ishekatabazi’s — were dead. And so, the story says, Ishekatabazi became the richest man in a ruined village.
That is where many people laugh and end the story. They call him clever. They admire the trick. They celebrate the man who outsmarted everyone else. But when I place Ishekatabazi next to the man in your story, the laughter becomes uncomfortable.
The man who asked to lose one eye was not wise; he was consumed by envy. Ishekatabazi was not wise either; he was consumed by the need to dominate others, even if domination meant destroying the village that sustained him. His neighbours had lost their cows, but the village had also lost milk, bride wealth, food security, savings, dignity, and trust. The local economy had shrunk. The people who might have bought his milk were now poorer. The community that might have traded with him was now wounded. The neighbours who might have trusted him now had reason to fear him.
So what exactly had he won? He had become the richest man in a village he had made poorer. That is not wisdom. It is short-sightedness dressed up as intelligence.
And this is where the story becomes deeply political. Fear has always been a tempting instrument for weak leadership because it works quickly. It can silence questions, scatter rivals, divide communities, and make people appear obedient. But fear is a poor foundation for nation-building. It produces compliance, not confidence. It produces silence, not trust. It produces subjects, not citizens.
A leader who governs by fear may imagine he has secured power. A leader who keeps communities suspicious of one another may imagine he has mastered control. A leader who turns tribe against tribe, neighbour against neighbour, party against party, and citizen against citizen may even appear clever for a season. But he is only becoming Ishekatabazi. He is killing the cows of his own village.
People who are afraid do not plan boldly. They do not innovate freely. They do not collaborate honestly. They hide their thoughts, protect themselves, flatter power, and wait for danger to pass. A society ruled by fear may look stable from a distance, but underneath, its productive capacity is being drained. Trust dies first. Then initiative. Then institutions. Then the economy itself.
That is why fear is such a short-sighted tool of leadership. It may protect a leader from immediate challenge, but it weakens the people whose strength he ultimately depends on. He may remain with the last herd standing, but he will be standing in a ruined economy, surrounded by resentment, mistrust, and quiet withdrawal. He may control the people, but he will have weakened the nation.
That is why your story stayed with me. The man who chose to lose one eye and Ishekatabazi who ruined his village are cousins in the same moral family. Both remind us that hatred, envy, fear, and cunning can look like strategy, but only to the short-sighted.
True leadership cannot be built on the poverty and fear of one’s own people. It cannot survive by shrinking the economy, dividing communities, humiliating rivals, or making citizens afraid of one another. A leader who creates poverty and strife among his own people is not strengthening himself; he is weakening the very ground on which he stands.
UgandaVsMollyKatanga
This morning at the Criminal Division of the High Court, Mrs Molly Katanga presents her first witness(es) in what promises to be a nail biting battle of expert witnesses against state expert witnesses.
The science presented by the state in support of their case is about to face a stun test as the Matriarch of the Katanga household pushes back on what she called a “fake”, “framed case”.
On Monday 11th May 2026, Mrs Katanga finalized her testimony after the state ended their cross examination and her defense lawyers did a brief re-examination to clarify on about 3 issues raised by the prosecution during cross examination.
The state sought to introduce a new motive for this alleged crime, to wit;
1-that she killed her husband so she could gain control of company accounts and use the funds for her own gain.
2-that she killed him to take over his property.
They presented bank statements showing she continued to transact on company accounts after her husband’s death.
She pushed back hard and said in fact, she started transacting on those company accounts, alone, from 2004 to-date.
She seemed genuinely surprised at the assertion by the prosecutor that she could kill her husband to do something that she was already doing anyway for nearly 20 years.
They then switched gears and accused her of killing her husband so she could take over his “vast property portfolio”.
She asked them “which property?” They didn’t answer.
Then she said in fact, most of the property the Katangas have, she would buy it and then add his name so they could jointly own it.
She reminded them that earlier in the trial, they brought out a purchase agreement for a property and told court that that was the motive for her killing him. That she wanted him to sign the purchase agreement
She said “in fact I had already bought that property, paid and signed”.
She called the state evidence fabricated and said she was framed.
She asked the Judge how possible it was that 4 samples were taken from her and all were used up during DNA testing but somehow the state had a report for GSR that relied on the same used up samples.
She wondered where the state got those samples and results from and accused them of fabricating results to frame her.
She asked how possible it was that in January 2024, the state charged her while relying on results they only got in April.
These are the same results she says are fabricated. She asked that Justice Kania put her on the record on this. The state objected
But the most emotional part of her evidence came at the end when she was asked by her defense attorney Mr Elison Karuhanga to speak to the claims that she fabricated medical evidence to create a narrative that she had been beaten.
You might recall that the Director of Health Services in @PoliceUg, Dr Moses Byaruhanga, testified that upon examining Mrs Katanga, he established that she had been repeatedly beaten with a blunt object, suffered multiple injuries, broken bones, severe head trauma, deep tissue bleeding etc.
He said that but for quick medical intervention, these injuries were life threatening.
The prosecution sought to portray these as self-inflicted, fabricated and/or exaggerated.
She held up their own evidence (images they brought to court) and pointing to them and to the scars on her head, she asked them how possible it was that she could have fabricated that. They remained mute.
Mrs Katanga holding up the images: “this is me”; as she removed the veil from her head to expose several scars on her head. “This is me”.
Justice Kania: “so there’s no fabrication of injuries?”
Mrs Katanga pointed to the images presented by the state, which she said she couldn’t even bring herself to look at. She then asked: “how can you kill someone in this state?”
She got no answer; just silence. See video below 👇🏾
(Fair warning: the video can be triggering for victims of domestic violence and it has some images that are tough to watch)
@TonyNatif@DemzDeliver It seems impressive, too good to be true, and indeed it is clever politics. The deficit was reduced through increased state funding for his welfare programs (Not budgetary discipline or improved revenue generation)
I agree with all you said, though.
Let no unwholesome word proceed from your mouth, but only such a word as is good for building up what is needed, so that it will give grace to those who hear. Do not grieve the Holy Spirit of God, by whom you were sealed for the day of redemption. - Paul, Ephesians 4:29-30