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An Open Letter to Kilak North MP Anthony Akol and Bardege-Layibi MP Ojara Martin Mapenduzi

Dear Honorable Akol and Mapenduzi,

 

I write to you not only as members of Parliament but as sons of Acholi, a region that has endured significant poverty and underdevelopment under the current regime. Recent news reports have suggested that you both have defected to the National Resistance Movement (NRM) party. However, some of your critics claim that you both joined the NRM some time ago and that it is only now that you have made your defection public. Whether this defection occurred recently or some time ago, I believe it is a moment that deserves reflection, especially for two individuals who have long been part of the Acholi people’s struggle.

 

For decades, the Acholi people have faced unimaginable suffering. From the brutal retaliatory killings by the NRA after Museveni took power in 1986 to the devastating war between the Lord's Resistance Army (LRA) and the Ugandan government, our people have endured. The IDP camps meant to provide security, turned into traps where disease, hunger, and despair claimed lives. Generations grew up with the scars of these experiences, while unresolved post-conflict challenges, poverty, unemployment, land disputes, land grabbing, and development inequality between the North and the South continue to haunt us.

 

In these dark times, we relied on leaders like you to speak up. You were among those who courageously stood against oppression, land grabs, and the neglect of northern Uganda in the national development agenda. You were our voices in Parliament, reminding the world that we had suffered enough and that we deserved better. But now, seeing you walk the path of those who have ignored our pain, are grabbing our land, and failed to deliver justice for our people feels like a deep betrayal.

 

This is not the first time we’ve witnessed a defection to the NRM. Back in 2011, Mwaka Emmanuel Lutukumoi, an Acholi who had once been a prominent member of the Democratic Party (DP), switched to the NRM. He claimed that he had been frustrated by the party leadership and had no choice but to join the ruling party. A close friend of mine, Patrick, predicted that his political career would be over. Sadly, it seems Patrick's words were prophetic.

 

Lutukumoi was welcomed by the NRM to help them score political points and gain a foothold in Acholi, a region still wary of the ruling party. Lutukumoi was subsequently appointed Deputy Resident District Commissioner in Lira and later in Kitgum. Some reports even suggest he was offered the RDC position in Lira, which he reportedly declined. Despite serving these roles in the NRM, some long-serving NRM party members never entirely accepted Lutukumoi. They saw him as a political opportunist, lacking true commitment to the party’s ideals. Lutukumoi appeared to be frustrated with the NRM. He later left Uganda for the USA and tried to revive his political career as an independent candidate in the 2021 Parliamentary race for Laroo-Pece Division in Gulu City, but he failed.

 

Mr. Akol and Mr. Mapenduzi, your defection echoes Lutukumoi’s in many ways. Once champions of the Acholi cause, now you stand with the very government that has caused so much pain to our people. Have you truly had a change of heart, or is this merely a political move to secure your future? What has changed? Has President Museveni suddenly become a leader who listens to the cries of northern Uganda and the Acholi people? Has he stopped the strategic engineering behind the grabbing of Acholi land? Has he offered any apology for the suffering we endured? Has he ensured that those responsible for the atrocities committed during the NRA and LRA conflicts are brought to justice? The answer, sadly, is no.

 

As the 2026 General elections in Uganda loom, one can’t help but wonder: will you manage to return to Parliament on an NRM ticket? It seems unlikely. Will you rise to any significant position within the NRM or the government? The chances are slim. Can you secure resources for your constituencies, as you claim? It’s doubtful. And will you be able to convince the NRM government to hold accountable those who perpetrated crimes against our people during the wars? The answer to that is, unfortunately, no.

 

As you settle into your seats on the yellow bus, take a moment to think about Lutukumoi’s story. His move to join the NRM ended in disappointment and destroyed his political career. He couldn’t find a balance between the NRM and the real interests of the Acholi people. Many long-serving NRM party members never considered him a true NRM, nor was he a real representative of the Acholi community. Could the same fate that affected Mwaka Lutukumoi over ten years ago come back to haunt you? That’s what we’re all waiting to see in your political journeys. I can only hope that you will not find yourselves abandoned by history and the people you once claimed to represent.

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