On Sunday morning I was stationary at the new traffic lights on Balintuma road, waiting to join Sentema road, when a Police patrol pickup zooming from Mengo side took the right turn badly and hastily, ramming into my car and smashing the side mirror before scratching the car from the front to the back.
The police pickup then drove off, unbothered, like this was what he did as part of a job description. Shaken, I pulled off the road to the side and checked the damage. It was bad. A pedestrian who had seen it all unfold walked up to me and asked, “But why?” I wish I had answers.
The saddest part was that I did not feel safe or confident enough to report the police to the police. Ever since the presidential elections ended, there seems to be a simmering anger underneath everyone’s layer, and it was truly scary what would happen at a police station if I went to report one of their own!
I licked my wounds, got back in the car and proceeded to church where, thank goodness, I had an amazing service. But what is going to heal this sup- pressed anger that is almost tangible in every Ugandan I see?
People are quick to hurt – and kill – fellow Ugandans, all in the name of appeasing the person they supported in the presidential race, whether their candidate won or lost. These days, what stands between your business thriving or tanking, is who you openly supported in the election. Why!
I know a good clinic in Busiro East, which residents have shunned because the owner displays his love for his presidential candidate ‘enthusiastically’. Instead, they would rather walk a few kilometres further, to a smaller clinic owned by ‘one of their own’.
Now that we are done praying for the elections, can we turn our spiritual guns on all the hurt and anger that have stolen our sense of Ubuntu?
That police driver and all the police- men he carried seemed to be very angry people, because bashing my car and not even stopping, seemed very intended. May God heal this country and cleanse us from all the bloodshed that happened during the elections.