Kololo Nights: Power, Money,sex and Meat Gone Wrong at NRM CEC Elections
We lift the veil on the untold side of the NRM CEC elections—how power, money, sex, and gluttony shaped what was billed as a serious political contest.
At Kololo Independence Grounds, politics turned into a feast. Delegates were served money like loose papers, and sex was available at pleasure. Beer rained, wine flowed, and roasted meat piled high on plates as if the future of Uganda depended on who could eat and drink the most.
As the night matured, music thundered and a group of sub-county NRM chairmen stormed the dance floor. With shirts half-open and pockets stuffed with cash, they swayed with ladies in glittering outfits, moving as if the party ticket had already been secured.
But the night’s climax was not about votes—it was about vomit. Cameras caught the same chairmen, hours later, staggering into the flowerbeds, spewing half-digested meat, baptizing Kololo’s manicured lawns with broken promises and leftover nyama choma. One chairman, mid-heave, was even heard muttering “long live the Movement.”
By dawn, the once-pristine grounds of Kololo were littered with bottles, stained handkerchiefs, and the ghost of political slogans. Social media clips quickly followed: a chairman attempting to tango with a plastic chair, another addressing a goat carcass as “Mr. Delegate,” and several more caught in the sacred act of vomiting, the ultimate metaphor of political excess.
The satire writes itself: leaders who feed on money, drink, and tokens during elections eventually vomit on the very ground they promise to “protect.” What played out at Kololo was not just comic relief—it was a mirror of a politics where feasting overshadows service, and where the voters are left with the mess to clean.
The question lingers: if this was Kololo, what will 2026 look like?
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