Friday, February 25, 2011

Election Reflections


 I have to say that as the blood red sun was sunk below the horizon on voting day, my heart went down with it. So much potential here, such an opportunity for Ugandans to finally move out from under the heel of militaristic “democracy".  3000 independent observers in the country and still, the big yellow bus full of money and guns crushed all hopes under it wheels. The treasury is bankrupt, there is no secrecy around the billions distributed for favour – none whatsoever.  Across from my house I watched as Gen. Salim Saleh – Minister of Microfinance (and Museveni's brother) filled to the fences a line up of yellow tee-shirted “supporters” – handing out cash for proposals.. suitcases, carloads of the stuff, all the while surrounded by red bereted militia. Much jubilation and ululation followed a phalanx of newly pocket-stuffed loyalists on the march to the polls. Sad. Criminal.

The people are not happy with this vote. Museveni claims 68% of the vote while his closest competitor is at 26% -  an unbelievable fabrication. I’ve been here – I’ve seen the support and there are, despite that many that aren’t, many scrupulous and honest voters who want change badly, who refuse the bribes and shake their heads in shame of their brother’s heedlessness for the future of this beautiful country.

I visited many, many polling stations on voting day, moving around with my friends. Voter irregularities, names missing from polls, ghost polling stations, pre-ticked ballots, missing boxes – all of it was present here in this town. Multiply that by the breadth of the country and it’s impossible to call what occurred “free and fair”.  The most disturbing factor though, was and still is, the presence of military and police, even armored personnel vehicles here, and the Black Mambas were seen patrolling the borders. The intimidation factor was off the charts. If you were not NRM – taking the money and voting yellow, you knew very well that you had best be quiet about your support in the end, and that a spoiled ballot was as good as one for your candidate.

It’s a week past elections. The EU observers have declared their “regret” over the rigged voting and heavy presence of militia during the vote. REGRET? That’s a condemnation? The mindset behind it, that things were not as bad this time as 2006, is absurd. In 2006 there was more upheaval but that’s because it was permitted – this time Museveni has declared that anyone protesting will be arrested or worse. People are afraid; they are not happy but know well that blood will spill if they demonstrate. The AU on the other hand has heavily condemned this election process saying;:
  
"Four million voters were allowed to vote without proper voter identity. Mr Museveni strategically changed the order of his names to appear at a strategic position on the ballot paper. We are aware that he has done this in previous elections."

In their official preliminary statement, the AU observers noted the deployment of the armed forces, the police and militias during the elections, an action that they said "could have impacted negatively on the process of elections."

Meanwhile, Human Rights Network- Uganda (HURINET), an outfit of human rights activists, says that although the elections were peaceful, they marred by irregularities and had several gaps in as far as the doctrine of democracy is concerned. Some of the irregularities cited in the report are: intimidation of party/ candidates agents, ballot stuffing and harassment and intimidation of voters by security officers. The election observer mission yesterday said President Museveni had an unfair advantage over other presidential candidates. The mission chairperson, Mr Gitobu Imanyara, told the BBC on Monday that the Electoral Commission (EC), in many instances, could not be distinguished from the NRM. "The Electoral Commission allowed one candidate to appear on the ballot paper putting on a hat," he told the BBC. "The candidate, Yoweri Museveni, used this unfair advantage in campaigns through phone calls which were made to would-be voters asking them to ‘vote for the old man with a hat," Mr Imanyara told the BBC.

While it is incumbent on civil society organizations and national entities to safeguard their election processes, when there’s only one fox in the hen house and he’s armed to the teeth, it becomes virtually impossible to uphold the tenets of democracy.

This has not passed though, quietly, as some thought. The fallout came yesterday when many either refused to vote in the Mayoral campaigns or demanded a fair vote. Kampala saw much violence and claims of rigging and the people who failed to speak up during the presidential elections are madder than hell,  and despite being cracked down on by the military and police, are voicing dissension. The Mayoral vote was duly cancelled.

Further, the opposition presidential candidates have banded together to call for peaceful street demonstrations. It remains now for Ugandans to decide if 5 more years of the old man is worth it or not to enact bloodshed and mayhem in the streets.

I am heading to Kampala tomorrow for a few days before heading home. I wonder what will come of all this. It may be safer that I leave at this time, but as my nature dictates, I would love to see how it all plays out. I hope for the sake of safety and security that things remain calm, for this man will not go down without a fight and unlike Egypt or Tunisia, this army will not back down…  watching Libya and Cote d’Ivoire seems the more likely outcome. As he said in the campaign.. paraphrased – I came in with the gun, I’m not going out on a paper.  

Thursday, February 10, 2011

Mangos and Weird Things


Walking around from village to village finishing off some research the other day we come upon a friend climbing with a stick to purchase the highest mangos from the tree. He climbs, he pokes and mangos rain down upon us, huge, hurtling missiles. We laugh as everybody scoops up the precious fruit.  Bosco buys a jack fruit so big it nearly tips him off the back of his bicycle. I chastise him for it as the heat is sizzling and we have a long day in front of us, but he really wants it, and so on we go with the heat beating down, the dust in our eyes and the fruit weighing us down.

Later I sit under a tree with the Local Council leaders and they ask me about  my country. We are sitting under a mango tree. I remark that those mangos would sell for a good penny in my country and suddenly the scheme to export mangos to Canada seems a great idea until the freight, labour, export fees, custom brokers etc. take their due. The old men settle for having a great mango tree to shade them from the baking sun.

Walking along, the most magnificent tree takes my breath away, it’s a mango tree.

On my way home, I buy some mangos and they are all the sweeter for the connection we’ve made today.

My friend just returned from the Congo. He does some funny, funny business between here and there as he puts it. He tells me about a man he sees on the street just over the border there. The man cannot walk. He has been accused of witchcraft and they have cut the tendons behind his knees and at his heels. It’s horrible. Some relatives come to feed him but he is stuck there on that road now.

The Congolese cut holes in prisoners heels to run the chains through instead of handcuffs. The Chinese got nothing on them for torture.

Can you imagine it will cost me $70USD to go to the Congo  for one day? I had no idea there was a visa entry fee to hell.

The election weirdness does not abate. The other night opposition posters were torn from the streets at gunpoint in front of everybody. This is getting to be serious business. The German embassy has warned citizens here not to travel 5 days before or after the elections. The streets are filled with posters and trucks and blaring vuvuzelas and loudspeakers and people carrying tree fronds and whistles and dancing and ululating and bikes zipping up and down and the EU is here to observe and so in 8 days we shall see what comes. 

The power has been mostly off for 3 days now and it’s bloody annoying. Everything in the fridge got thrown out today. The computer had no power source, nor the phone. Load shedding gets old.

It’s grimy hot now, steamy, sizzling, brain frying hot. I wash my own clothes in the shower and by the time I’m done I need a rest. Energy economy gets you through the day. I sleep in the day sometimes – that’s a really weird thing for me.

I've decided I really don't like okra.. is it even a proper vegetable?

Weird things don’t seem weird anymore. It may be time to pack up and head home soon.