politics is unpredictable

1. Bobi wine’s right to speech…
His songs made him popular especially to the lower ranks of
society. The ones who mostly claim that all their
misfortunes are because of the current regime. Which in
some other way might be correct. This regime has much as
raped everything away from us.
Anyways, after enjoying love from the said people, though
the signs were evident, he decided to run for a political
office. Drop the mic, hit the suits. The mammoth of a crowd
that voted for him is still up to now unbeaten. Winning both
the ruling party & main opposition party like that is record
breaking enough. Dancing & chanting his way into parliament
he did. Flat caps on matching maroon suits he wore. On the
first day of parliament. He thought he was getting into a
joke probably. That, just as how he had swept the votes, he
would sweep all other corridors of power as well.
The internet can mean to be a double edged sword place
most times. On his first day there it did not spare roasting
him either. That when he opened up his great oratory organ
of a mouth to speak for the first time, he suggested the
members debate in their local dialects. In a heterogeneous
state. OK. But still though this oratory organ of his would
grant him free speech at any event he went to but the
latest in a series of many incidences to come, some to be
even worse as this serves to indicate, he was denied the
microphone. His tool of influence in his previous realm.
Maybe in fear that he might run back into his artistry skills

2. and spit patois and leave the parents of the great Gayaza
Junior School flabbergasted or that he is quite not yet at
the level of holding speech with an audience of greater men.
On this event where the said school was celebrating 106
years, the guy claims to have benched for over five hours.
This is more pathetic than a guy benching a campus babe.
Though for said campus guy at least there he would have
sure if he made some money to inject into her, he would
eventually lay her but boin this event, not even his money
could make a carpet for his to walk to the podium.
Witnesses said he benched so hard he could have had
enough time to pen another song to make an album.
But my brother, welcome to politics. This is not your former
turf where you were at liberty to beat & abuse anyone who
crossed your path. This is the field where the turf is not in
your hands unless you're of a certain sunny color.
This field has seen guys coming in, speaking tongues like
kotow, poohoo, infragamento and still they are whimpering
under the power of women over denied salaries and for you
whom we thought was Mr. bad man from Kamwokya, barely a
month being a parliament fresher, you have already followed
suit in the whining. There are forces that can deny you
every chance of expression you may have desired in this
banana country of ours. You were there thinking the ghetto
story telling would shake every one, dear Mr. Bobi wine, the
game is just getting started.