The battle for Uganda’s Speaker is no polite contest. It is loud, high-stakes and steeped in power. At its centre lies a curious prize: a silver-gilt mace, five feet long, gleaming like an over-polished staff.
In Uganda’s Parliament, as in most common law jurisdictions, the mace is no ornament. It embodies authority. Without it, there is no sitting, no debate, no lawmaking. Remove it, and Parliament grinds to a halt.
