The stinking hypocrisy of Museveni’s regime has once again exploded into flames—literally. A desperate man, Agaba Benjamin, engulfed himself in fire outside the very den of thieves that is Uganda’s Parliament. Why? Because the same criminal enterprise he served with blind loyalty, the National Resistance Movement (NRM), had used and discarded him like a used condom.
Agaba’s agony is the story of every NRM stooge who wakes up too late. After allegedly losing his home to National Unity Platform (NUP) supporters, Agaba turned to his so-called party for help. For over a year, he begged, knocked, and cried at the doors of NRM’s fat-bellied kingpins, but all he got was cold indifference. Meanwhile, Museveni’s thieving gang continues to erect mansions, fund their children’s lavish lifestyles, and stash stolen billions in offshore accounts. Agaba was simply another disposable pawn in their political chess game.
Like a dog abandoned by its owner, he took the ultimate plunge—self-immolation. Covered in yellow, he set himself ablaze in broad daylight, a walking metaphor for NRM’s betrayal. But did the so-called party of the people care? Did the mafia cabal shed a single tear? No! Instead, their well-fed elites were likely sipping fine whiskey, laughing at the poor fool’s misfortune. The vultures that rule Uganda only care about loyalty when it benefits them, but when you’re of no use, they throw you to the dogs.
Agaba’s tragedy is a symptom of a larger disease—the disease of a regime that devours its own. How many more fools will burn before NRM’s blind supporters realize they are nothing but disposable tools for Museveni’s insatiable greed? How many more will suffer before the hypnotized masses wake up from their political coma? Every election, NRM’s goons are deployed like attack dogs, beating and maiming Ugandans in exchange for pocket change. They sing praises for Museveni, hoping for crumbs, but in the end, they are left stranded, starving, and broken—just like Agaba.
This is what NRM does. It manufactures blind followers, exploits them, and when they become inconvenient, it discards them like garbage. The old man in a hat and his gang of thieving parasites do not care about anyone but themselves. Agaba was a fool to believe they would stand with him. Now, his charred body is a testament to the ultimate truth—NRM is a graveyard for its own supporters.
Ugandans must learn from this tragedy. No one is safe in Museveni’s Uganda, not even his most loyal foot soldiers. Today it is Agaba. Tomorrow, it could be another blind follower who finally realizes that the dictator he serves does not give a damn. The NRM is a mafia that thrives on suffering, and until Ugandans rise up, the cycle of betrayal, agony, and destruction will continue.
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