Somewhere in Kampala today, a signboard reads “For Sale”. Passersby nod knowingly. They believe they have solved the mystery. The name is right there, embedded in the transaction. Sale. Salim “Sale(h)”. It is practically a confession. Elsewhere, another signboard reads “Not For Sale”. The nodding continues. Of course he would say that. In Uganda, denial…
What awaits President Museveni in this kisanja of “no more sleep for all Ugandans” is ultimately a test of legacy. Internally, he faces an old question in a new form: how to transform stability into visible and inclusive household prosperity. Uganda has relative peace, expanding infrastructure, oil prospects, and a youthful population. However, citizens increasingly…
There are diplomats who arrive announcing themselves. And there are diplomats who arrive already working. Zhang Lizhong belongs to the second category. In his typical casual Chinese navy blue shirt, Zhang carries no unnecessary noise. He keeps no performative distance. He returns calls. He listens carefully. He speaks sparingly. And when he speaks, it is…
Uganda’s great political contest is probably not erupting in rallies or through slogans, it is unfolding quietly across village boundaries, homesteads and rising factory blocks. It is felt when a father divides his half-acre among five children or when a young graduate heads to Kampala because the soil at home can no longer sustain a…
Numbers tell stories that speeches cannot. Uganda’s 2025 local government nominations have done just that. They have peeled back the skin of politics to show the country’s inner anatomy. Behind the numbers lie whispers of continuity, signs of change, and a deeper truth: power in Uganda is no longer just about parties. It’s about proximity,…
I will start with a disclaimer: This is not your experience. It’s mine. Flying with Uganda Airlines on the Entebbe–Gatwick route was, quite simply, a pleasant surprise. The kind you want to tell everyone about. In an era when air travel often feels like an endurance test, this was a reminder that flying can still…
In 2020, Kevin Colgan arrived in Kampala quietly. No fanfare. No motorcade. Just a deep sense of purpose. One morning in Karamoja, he stepped onto the dusty ground. The children and the elderly ran towards him, some barefoot and smiling. He didn’t wave from a distance. He wore the Karimojong traditional garb. He walked to…
