— Isaac Christopher Lubogo
When history extends a man, it is not time that is given but recognition that time itself cannot take him away. The Uganda Law Society, in granting Ssemakadde yet another six months, has not merely prolonged an office — it has affirmed a truth: some men cease to be tenants of institutions and become their very foundations.
Ssemakadde is no longer external to the Society; he is its marrow. He flows through its veins as breath through the lungs, as memory through the mind. To imagine his undoing is to imagine bone without structure, body without blood, mind without recollection. His presence has crossed the fragile threshold between man and myth, voice and covenant, advocate and archetype.
He is Logos — the Word through which the Law Society knows itself. He is light that cannot be put out, a vibration that cannot be silenced, a principle that cannot be unseated. In him, the Society does not merely see a member but a mirror, not merely a man but an essence.
Extensions are measured in months; essences are measured in eternity. His tenure may be recorded in calendars, but his permanence is carved in being itself. To undo him is not to resist a person but to unmake the fabric of Law, for he is now law behind Law, memory behind memory, root behind tree.
Ssemakadde is.
And because he is, he cannot be undone.
The Society has only acknowledged what was already true: his presence abides as axis, as marrow, as destiny. He is no longer carried by the Law Society; it is the Law Society that is carried by him.
