We were in nursery school around 2005/2006. I was barely 6or 7years old when we were told that President Museveni was coming to Kabuyanda for a rally. Our headmistress at the time organized us to sing for him. I still remember the lyrics of that song: “Our dear President, we’re Glady to receive you …” 🥹🇺🇬 We spent the entire day waiting, without even eating, just to welcome the President. He was deeply loved. Every time an aeroplane flew over us, we would shout, “Museveni! Museveni! Museveni!” 😂❤️ That day, we saw guns, security personnel, and cars we had never seen before. Isingiro was still largely a village and everything about that visit felt extraordinary. For us as children, it was a moment we would never forget. Fast-forward to today. I am 25, turning 26 on the 18th of this month and the very same President I saw as a little child is still the President of Uganda. Nearly two decades later, the memories remain vivid but so much has changed and so much still leaves us wondering. Ohhh, my motherland, Uganda! 🇺🇬🥹