Benjamin Agaba stood outside Parliament, a gasoline canister at his feet. For a year, he had knocked on doors, written letters, pleaded for justice. His father, once a proud homeowner, now wandered the streets, homeless. Their crime? Supporting the ruling party.
Agaba’s world had crumbled when National Unity Platform (NUP) supporters stormed their home, looting and setting it ablaze. The police reports went unanswered. His cries for help were ignored. The National Resistance Movement (NRM), the party he had defended, had turned its back on him.
Today, he had brought fire of his own.
As the flames roared, his voice rose above the gasps of bystanders. “You left us to suffer! Is this the cost of loyalty?” Security officers rushed in, dousing him with fire extinguishers. He collapsed, his skin seared, his heart heavy with betrayal.
News spread quickly—some saw a desperate man, others a political statement. But as Agaba lay in the hospital, barely conscious, the only question that haunted him was whether anyone would finally listen.
Or if his sacrifice would be just another flicker in a country where justice, like smoke, disappeared into the air.