In what can only be described as a tragic farce and a grotesque mockery of democracy, Uganda has once again been dragged into the pit of geriatric political greed. General Moses Ali — an 85-year-old relic of the bush war — has shamelessly picked nomination forms to contest for the Adjumani West parliamentary seat in the 2026 general elections. This is not just a case of overstaying one’s welcome. It is an obscene declaration of war against generational transition, youth empowerment, and any shred of political decency left in the country.
Let us be brutally honest — Gen. Moses Ali has absolutely no business occupying any public office in this century. His mind may still cling to the dusty battlefield strategies of the 1970s, but Uganda is bleeding under the weight of leaders who confuse longevity with relevance. This man has occupied nearly every office possible — from soldier to minister, to Deputy Prime Minister — yet here he is, crawling once again to steal another term from the jaws of Uganda’s dying democracy. What exactly is left for him to contribute? More nap-time in Parliament?
This is not about honour or legacy. It is about power addiction — a vulgar, selfish, tone-deaf addiction that has consumed not just Moses Ali but the entire NRM political cult. These are not leaders. They are power-hoarders, vampires of opportunity, parasites on the dreams of the young. The only “experience” Moses Ali now possesses is in preserving his own relevance at the expense of Uganda’s future.
While the youth in Adjumani battle unemployment, poor education, and a health system in ruins, Moses Ali thinks what they really need is another round of his recycled speeches and dinosaur policies. He sees the seat not as a position of service but as personal property — a birthright he must cling to until death or disgrace. And with this latest move, he has spat in the face of every young Ugandan fighting for change, for space, and for justice.
And where is the shame? Where is the self-awareness? At 85, many leaders around the world write memoirs, not manifestos. They mentor, not manipulate. But in Uganda, they cling to power like dying ticks on a bloodless host. It’s not public service anymore. It’s a geriatric mafia, and Gen. Moses Ali is just one of the many grey-headed warlords looting our future while hiding behind party loyalty and laughable calls for “experience.”
Those who support his decision are either brainwashed by blind loyalty or suffering from political Stockholm Syndrome. What exactly are they supporting? A corpse in a suit? A zombie leadership that refuses to die so the nation can live?
Uganda must reject this madness. Our country cannot afford to remain a retirement home for the old and obsolete. The 2026 elections must not be a parade of walking sticks and wheelchairs. We need a radical, unapologetic revolution of fresh blood. It is time the youth rose up and shouted “enough!” to the NRM necrocracy — rule by the nearly-dead, for the benefit of the already-dead.
Moses Ali’s shameless bid is not just a joke — it is a curse, a warning sign, a cry for help. It reveals the rotten core of Uganda’s politics: leaders who fear irrelevance more than death. Let the world know — Uganda is not lacking in leaders. It is suffocating under the fat, wrinkled grip of men who should be writing wills, not new policies.
We do not need another term of Moses Ali. We need liberation from political dinosaurs. And we must not wait another decade to make that happen. Let the ballot be a guillotine to this plague of elderly greed. Let the youth roar, let the old gods fall. Uganda deserves better than this.
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