Slow Poison is not a manifesto. It does not present itself as a program for democratic renewal, nor as a comprehensive reckoning with Uganda’s post-colonial failures. It is, to some extent, an intellectual memoir—deeply personal, reflective, and shaped by displacement. It tells the story of how power, violence, and belonging were encountered by a young man navigating multiple regimes, identities, and exclusions. To expect it to fight every unresolved political battle in Uganda is to ask it to perform a task it neither set out to do nor could plausibly accomplish.
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