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Gen. Yoweri Kaguta Museveni Tibuhaburwa traveled 80 KM by road from Kabale to Kigali, and upon arriving in the city, there was excitement among the Rwandans who had lined up by the roadside, and others stood on the verandas and balconies of their houses to catch a glimpse of the Ugandan president.
In reference to the photographs captured and videos recorded, the throngs of mortals were chirpy and capering about while cheering as the septuagenarian’s convoy wound through the scrubbed and squeaky clean city.
His chamchas ensconced in different offices back in Kampala capitalized on such a temporary moment to spin on social media the whole day and shoving it into our throats how Gen. Yoweri Museveni is great and loved by even Rwandans. Some even likened the moment to biblical Jesus’s grand entrance into Jerusalem. You can imagine how patronage and witchcraft can turn some individuals into vacuous beings bereft of any modicum of reasoning.
On the other hand, other Ugandans took it to their social media accounts and joked that the president should remain in Rwanda since he is loved there and would not need to hire crowds to cheer him up like he does in Uganda wherever he goes to patronise poor people with envelopes and other empty promises and threats.
This reminds me of several years ago at our rural primary school in Rukungiri when a parliament of about five monkeys and their ambling infants wandered into the school compound and began to play around on the heap of sand. It was nearing lunchtime and the school was quiet except for the voices of teaching teachers from different classes.
I was the first to see the monkeys and I pinched Vincent and Patience’s ribs, my seatmates, and furtively showed them the monkeys. My mates couldn’t hide the excitement and soon the entire class was tickled pink, eventually the whole school, and we began to recalcitrantly scamper out of class to catch a glimpse at the playful monkeys.
It was not that we had never seen the monkeys but we longed to catch a real glimpse of these marauding primates that had been stealing and vandalizing our fruits and bananas in the school garden. What had brought them to the school compound that day, no one knows but I remember some incandescent pupils soon picked up stones and chased the playful visitors. We failed to arrest the thieves and vandals yet we had the golden opportunity to thwart these primates from assailing our garden further. They would not return to the school compound but our garden remained their field to showcase vandalism and pilfering.
Back to the Rwandans getting excited after Gen. Yoweri Museveni making a grand entry into Kigali, the Rwandese might have seen a convoy of 40 armored sleek vehicles carrying one man going to attend the Common Poverty Heads of Government Meeting and wondered at such a hombre enjoying luxury amidst harsh economic times. I can imagine the hubbub and ululation of a Rwandan villager who had never seen such a convoy with a mobile toilet for the president.
Even if it were me, I would, at indescribable rapidity, scoot off to have a look at how a mobile toilet looks or a penchant for luxury superannuated president who moves with it looks or how a person who has been in power for almost 40 years–yet said that the problem with Africa are leaders who overstay in power–looks.
These Rwandans must have thought of our president as an immortal usuofia.
In this case, our beloved president became a tourist attraction in Rwanda. Right now, if Idi Amin or Adolf Hitler miraculously shows up anywhere in the world, I am sure thousands of people would all caper about the streets in the same manner as Rwandans, if not to welcome them, to see how exactly they look