They say politics is a calling, but in Uganda it is clearly a business. The most lucrative one in town.
The
just-concluded NRM primaries have reminded us, yet again, that this is not
about service or sacrifice. It is about access to a salary of nearly thirty
million shillings a month, before allowances, before mileage, before committee
perks.
In a country where the majority scrape by on a few hundred thousand shillings a month, an MP sits in the top percentile of the top percentile of earners. It is no wonder, then, that contests for the party flag in the last three editions, look less like elections and more like battles for survival...
The stories that
filtered out were not those of rallies and manifestos. They were tales of slaps
— allegedly landing on no less than the Prime Minister Robinah Nabanja herself and
the open defiance of the party’s Central Executive Committee.
It is tempting to
dismiss this as political theatrics. But when you follow the money, it all
makes sense. This is not about principle. It is about who gets to eat, and who
must wait another five years outside the banquet hall.
Ugandans are too
jaded to believe their politicians sacrifice for the good of the people.
And the spending
is staggering. Rumour has it that some candidates for the NRM Central Executive
Committee splashed billions on
their campaigns.
One cannot help but wonder: what if those billions were spent on production instead of posters, handouts and hired crowds? A billion shillings properly invested in agro-processing could transform the fortunes of an entire county. It could build a small factory, employ hundreds, buy produce from farmers who today rot in poverty, and generate tax revenues for years to come. Instead, the billions vanish in days, leaving nothing behind but bitterness and unpaid debts. In Uganda’s political economy, money is not invested; it is burnt in the bonfire of ambition.
A back-of-the-envelope calculation suggest if you took a billion
shillings and point it at
maize processing. Assume sh300m
buys a modest 1–2 tonne/hour mill (crusher, de-huller, sifters) and sh100m sorts site works, a transformer
and basic handling gear. Put sh300m
into revolving working capital to buy grain. Keep sh200m as six months’ operating float (wages, power, transport)
and sh100m as contingency.
Run 200 tonnes/month through the plant.
Even at a conservative 15 percent
value-add on raw maize (from flour + bran), that’s roughly sh36m in gross value created each
month. Payroll, power and logistics might eat sh30m, still leaving a thin operating surplus of sh6m/month — and the kicker is
elsewhere: the revolving working capital puts sh2.5–3.0 billion a year into farmers’ pockets as you buy and turn
stock; the plant sustains 25–40 direct
jobs and steadies prices for hundreds of smallholders.
Push to a
double-shift (300 tonnes/month) or add a simple packing line and the surplus
thickens, the wage bill supports more households, and local tax flows become
real — every single year. That is what one
campaign-day’s burn can seed in one
county.
The extractive nature of our politics means institutions that should broaden opportunity have become toll gates for privilege...
When last year
Parliament proposed to hold sittings around the country at five billion
shillings a day, it is sold as inclusion, but in reality it is nothing more
than a show at the taxpayer’s expense. When MPs defend their emoluments more
fiercely than they do their constituents’ needs, it is clear where their priorities
lie. The system works, yes, but not for the many. It works brilliantly for the
few who can grab a seat inside.
The violence and
defiance in the primaries are not aberrations; they are the logical outcome of
a politics where the rewards are grotesquely outsized. The slope we are sliding
down is steep and getting steeper.
Daron Acemoglu
and James Robinson in their book Why Nations Fail remind us that
countries thrive when they build inclusive institutions. They fail when their
institutions become extractive, enriching a narrow elite at the expense of the
majority. Uganda today increasingly resembles the latter.
To put it bluntly the primaries are not a democratic exercise; they are an auction of access to state resources. The slap in the face of the Prime Minister was symbolic. The bigger slap is the one delivered daily to citizens whose schools remain unstaffed, whose hospitals remain under-equipped, and whose farms remain unfunded, while billions are blown on campaigns and salaries...
Already young Ugandans
believe the only path to wealth is not through innovation or entrepreneurship
but through joining the scramble for office. That is tragic. When politics
becomes the business, the economy is relegated to the feeding trough.
This trajectory cannot
end well. History is littered with countries that ignored the early warning
signs, only to stumble into disorder and collapse. If campaign budgets run into
billions while factories rust and farms wither, if parliamentary salaries soar
while public service decays, if violence replaces debate even in internal
contests, then the end is clear.
The NRM primaries should not be dismissed as an internal matter. They are a mirror held up to our political soul. What it reflects is not confidence but desperation, not service but self-interest, not inclusion but exclusion. Unless we confront this extractive logic by trimming the perks of office, redirecting campaign billions into production, and making politics less about paychecks and more about service, we are condemning ourselves to a slope that leads nowhere but down...
And at the bottom, it will not just be the politicians who pay the price. It will be all of us.