12/05/2026
Good day, Madam Speaker.
I must commend the eloquence with which you articulated yourself. You acquired a Rolls-Royce outright, entirely on your own dime. Yet in your remarks, you observed that some of us cannot even afford a midday meal, while debt relentlessly tightens its noose around our necks. In truth, you were describing my plight verbatim: procuring lunch is an uphill battle, supper is contingent on prayers, and creditors are constantly at my heels.
Still, I pose this question — cast your mind back a decade. Do you recollect your own modest origins? Do you recall when you were the object of derision? As our proverb holds, _ekyeba juba nobworo nobugumba_ — poverty and barrenness are swiftly consigned to oblivion once fortune arrives.
Ugandans are diligent. Unless I am sorely mistaken, our youth habitually launch ventures that are stillborn within their first year. The chief executioner? Draconian taxation. I implore you to remember whence you came. Your command of language suggests you, too, once grappled with adversity.
Many of us are lettered, boasting exemplary academic credentials and innovative ideas, yet we remain untapped and underutilized. Our pedigree has availed us naught. Had you not forayed into politics, I daresay — and I invoke my father’s name — you would have languished in obscurity. After all, intellect alone is no guarantor of success.
Initially, serendipity favored you through the FDC tide, before you jettisoned the very party that nurtured you. Now, awash in ill-gotten gains, you have amassed everything. Money is, indeed, a sovereign remedy. That explains the tenor of your response to us.
In summary, I beseech you to temper your rhetoric and consider the Ugandans who reposed their trust in you. How you clinch electoral victory eludes me — accusations of chicanery abound — yet triumph you invariably do.
We acknowledge your stewardship, despite its conspicuous shortcomings.
Kyokwijuka Desmond Misri.
