I could say this eruption of violence and chaos was the result of an underswell of political disaffection bubbling to the surface, but I have lived here too long. It’s something that bubbled to the surface, yes, but it wasn’t political grief.
Kampalans set up roadblocks and stripped their fellow Kampalans naked, sometimes taking their money. They threw bricks into each others shops and stole each others stuff. They caned and whipped and insulted each other. It wasn’t disaffection with the way we are ruled. .
When you drag an old man out of his car and beat him up, that is not an oppressed party seeking justice. That is a bully: a person who just likes hurting other people. And Kampala has a lot of those. There’s violence in this city. It’s always been there.
Of course there is real beef with the government. And there is real (I don’t share it) love for what this Kabaka is supposed to represent, and there are some people who were acting out basing on this, but let’s not let the assholes off the hook.
Looters and thugs and robbers are just that. Bayaye.
And now, because I don’t want to break the theme this blog has been taking, let me add, this.
This is Ernest Bazanye, reporting from Victoria, The Seychelles.