
For there is, after all, a considerable difference between being remembered for inspiring a nation and being remembered for the unease one leaves in its soul.

30 Oct, 2026
Allow me to say, with utmost sincerity, that Museveni’s regime is indeed singular—quite unlike any other I have encountered.
It has an extraordinary talent for inspiring among its citizens a particular sense of animated unease, if I may put it so—a rare, distinctive, and remarkable quality seldom found in a polite political society.
Indeed, it is a marvel to encounter a regime capable of leaving such an indelible impression upon the spirit of a people and the conscience of a nation, though I must confess that the impression is not entirely inclined towards warmth.
Nevertheless, there is a certain artistry in the ability to make oneself so remarkably, so persistently, and so unforgettably memorable.
One cannot help but acknowledge the uniqueness of such a trait, even while quietly seeking some measure of relief from its consequences.
For there is, after all, a considerable difference between being remembered for inspiring a nation and being remembered for the unease one leaves in its soul.