At
its simplest, Weathering is the breaking down of previously intact rocks or collections
of rocks. Depending on the intensity of the environmental forces at play, the
strength and composition of the individual rocks, as well as the strength of
the bond between the adjoined rocks, the weathering process could span billions
of archaeological years. Eventually, a time comes when, through chemical
reaction or physical interaction, formerly intact pieces of rock disintegrate.
Initially,
the weakest and most vulnerable pieces chip off without notice, the process
becoming visible only when the harder, and more significant components of the
original mass shard off. In the end, what remains (if anything at all) of the
former are relics. In their place, the prevailing forces of nature craft new
physical features upon which they, in time, cause to fragment. The Irony here is,
the very forces that forge together the original land mass, are the same forces
that reduce it to fossil.
I am no kayihura sympathiser. I believe the man laid his own bed and it was only a matter of time before he got to lay in it and feel its discomfort. However, make no mistake, the fall of kayihura carries a lot of significance. The NRM regime is crumbling.
After
over 3 decades in power, the very conditions that catapulted the NRM into power
have eventually eaten to the core of its once formidable cohesion. Nothing
depicts this chaos than the ensuing tussle between the Uganda Police and a
combination of the other security organs. In this episode, Kayihura (un) fortunately
proved the weaker, most vulnerable and exposed. He had to take the involuntary tumble.
Going by his antics, as he rolls further away from the realm he once fervently
served, Kayihura’s fall will generate tremors, whose consequences could be far
reaching unlike his fallen comrades for past.
The
smaller rocks are long washed away. The gnashing is now between the big wigs. The
NRM is weathered to the core, its grip on power slowly but surely waning. Its appeal
is so low; 5 billion shillings can’t secure them a win in a municipal by-election.
The
elements that knit the NRM together for power have since evaporated, eroded or
turned. Today they act to make former comrades into foes, pitting them against
each other; picking them off, one after the other. Over time, the story of the
27 guns fades into a myth, as the once mighty NRM reduces to a fossil; a time
stamp of what was once the hope of a nation.
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