Every 9th of June, the Ugandan regime throws its usual nauseating parade called “Heroes Day” — a theatrical farce soaked in lies, hypocrisy, and the blood of real patriots. It is a vulgar celebration of war criminals, thieves in uniform, and political parasites who have strangled this country into submission. Make no mistake — Heroes Day is not about honour. It is about control. It is a national disgrace, hijacked by a shameless ruling mafia drunk on stolen wealth and rotting in moral decay.
Uganda’s so-called Heroes Day is the political equivalent of spitting on the graves of the forgotten, the murdered, the betrayed. It is a grotesque insult to mothers who die while giving birth on bare floors, to fathers who rot in prisons for opposing dictatorship, and to millions of ordinary citizens choking on poverty while a cabal of uniformed thieves crowns itself with fake glory.
The annual event is nothing but a choreographed orgy of self-congratulation for Museveni and his sycophants. Blood-soaked generals pin medals on each other while their hands drip with the sins of Kasese, Arua, and Luwero. These are not heroes. These are historical gangsters — men who exchanged the gun for a briefcase of loot, who turned Uganda into their private plantation of greed. They are celebrated not for bravery, but for obedience. Not for sacrifice, but for silence. Not for justice, but for their undying loyalty to a geriatric tyrant clinging to power like a tick on a dying cow.
Let’s face the ugly truth: real Ugandan heroes rot in unmarked graves. They walk dusty roads barefoot, teaching in broken schools, healing the sick with no supplies, feeding families from dead soil. They are the activists battered in police vans, the journalists exiled for truth-telling, the youth shot for daring to chant “People Power.” Their blood waters this land — yet their names will never be uttered at Kololo’s stage of shame.
Instead, medals are pinned on bloated bellies of corrupt ministers, military demigods, and regime lapdogs. They gather in their oversized coats and empty speeches, spewing revisionist fairy tales about the bush war — that tired script used to hypnotise the ignorant and silence dissent. It’s the same tired lie: that Uganda owes its soul to a few aging rebels who “liberated” us, even as they continue to enslave us with debt, fear, and false pride.
How do you celebrate heroes when hospitals are death traps, when schools are ruins, when soldiers die like dogs in Congo and South Sudan with no state burial, no compensation, no memory? How do you decorate cowards who run from accountability while those who speak truth are disappeared in safe houses?
Uganda does not need a Heroes Day. Uganda needs an Exorcism Day. A cleansing of this haunted house of thieves and butchers. We need to name the real devils — the killers in State House, the vampires in Parliament, the looters in uniform, the sellouts who betrayed the dream of a free nation for Mercedes-Benz cars and Dubai villas.
The regime has weaponised history. They have bastardised patriotism. And Heroes Day is their ugliest weapon. It is a national insult broadcast on TV, drenched in military drums and false tears. It is used to legitimise a dying dynasty and gaslight 45 million people into believing we owe thanks to our oppressors.
Let the truth be shouted louder: Uganda’s real heroes don’t want medals. They want justice. They want hospitals with medicine, schools with books, leaders with hearts. Until we dismantle this regime of glorified criminals, every June 9th will remain a festival of lies.
So when the staged speeches echo and the golden medals shine under the Kololo sun, remember this: true heroes are not honoured by tyrants. They are remembered in silence, in sacrifice, and in the hearts of the oppressed.
Uganda’s Heroes Day is not a celebration. It is a funeral — the funeral of truth, decency, and national integrity.
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