We versus the system - by Fred Ssenyondwa

I like it when I get tipsy on some tear gas as we celebrate the choke on our freedom of speech. every time we summon the streets to command our rights, these are the nights their wraths lay wraiths on our voices. And to kill the hangover of the tear-gas tipsy tippler they prescribe some strokes of the cane to erase the pain and for that matter, red top got you covered. Your honor, Lord justice 1995 constitution, the tuition you have paid for the ‘Kiboko’ squad is well appreciated, it’s effective in stripping off those robes of rights you granted us in 1995. My lord, remember the crown you wore, made of gold, bold inscriptions of the "two term limit" Behold your honor the defendant need explain why you no longer wear that crown, they stormed your house in 2005 robbed that crown and if evidence need be sufficient for my case, look no further. Your honor, see you not the same face, trace you not those eyes from 1995, those lips that preached freedom, now practicing eternal martyrdom, martyred all the promises of 1986 on the premises of correcting messes. Notice you not that voice that was chanting and ranting rule of law, now delivers the final blow, extinguishing the glow of justice. Your honor, in the case of ‘Gikwateko versus Togikwatako’ 2018, ‘Bamala ne bakukwatako’, the jury delivered a tackle and within the scuffle, they tore the belt of age limit you wore no wonder the woe-filled war on freedom. With their filthy hands, they stained your robes with everlasting corruption, and immortality of greed, ‘namabati tebagataliza.’ Your honor, the plaintiff's children haven't had a meal of fairness or justice in a long time, the only rhyme around here is crime at its prime, pain is a rhythm, poverty a hymn they sing at every mass at the mercy of the defendant. Your honor I see you winking at the defendant, trembling at his frown, drowning in his gown of hypocrisy, I see the mustard seed he had sown, has grown so down to my closing statement. Your honor, that was a chitchat, don't mind the plaintiff, like fine wine he is only fine in a cellar, why should he wine and dine at the table of abundance yet he can have the crumbs of tear gas and drone arrests falling from the table. Your honor, his ungrateful kids deserve another dose of extortion and exploitation, I mean haven't we given them enough eviction without compensation. Your honor I suggest you sentence the defendant to life presidency without parole or bail, we need some more oppression, on top of that, he should compensate for the insufficient human rights aggravation he has wasted, let him grant us some more extrajudicial killings. The citizens are not satisfied with the sleepless nights, they need some bullets in the night sky, better ‘sasi ku nyama’ because we are enjoying this pain. And as I bask in this sunshine of unjust justice, which some of you call injustice, I beg to submit.

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