🅾️MUZIBU

This babe is such a baddie.. Who has her number?

I want to run, jump, hug someone and shake my legs in the air the way Gonzalo did at Kampala Rugby on Saturday evening 😂

My mom is 50. She lives alone. Last week, a neighbor came by and asked, “Your mom okay? I haven’t seen her in days.”something about that sentence didn’t sit right with me, so I went to check. I found my mother on the floor. She had fallen. Couldn’t get up. She’d been there for three days. Dehydrated. Weak. Terrified. Alone. I asked her why she didn’t call anyone.She looked at me and said, “My phone was on the table. I couldn’t reach it.” The neighbor kept apologizing. “I should’ve checked sooner.” we got my mom to the hospital. Thankfully, she recovered. And every single day she was there, that neighbor visited. Brought flowers. Sat with her. Talked to her. Reminded her she mattered. When my mom finally came home, the neighbor said: “I’m checking on you every day now. Whether you like it or not.” since then, every morning at 9 AM, there’s a knock on the door. Coffee in hand. A conversation. A small act of care. My mom isn’t alone anymore. All because someone noticed an absence. Someone paid attention. Someone cared enough to knock.I keep thinking about those three days. My mother lying there with nobody coming.And I keep thinking about what could’ve happened if that neighbor had decided it “wasn’t their business.” Sometimes being saved doesn’t look dramatic.sometimes it looks like someone knocking on your door.

Guys stoppppp😂😂

Fuel prices are actually going absolutely insane it is no longer funny anymore.