Daily Monitor
Sunday March 14 2021
My earliest recollection of a clash between civilians and the security forces is of an evening journey that was interrupted at the junction where Rubaga Road leaves Namirembe Road near the former Pride Theatre in Kampala.
I was in the company of my father when we were stopped at a roadblock. This was the mid-80s and I have come to believe that there was no real reason for the stop because of what the man at the roadblock said to my father.
He demanded to see my identification. I was but a little girl, barely out of nursery school. In fact, we were on the way home, my father from work and I from school. To date, it is one of the most ridiculous things anyone has said to me.