Della Kalanzi

You can't stop who God has blessed.

Soo true!!

The TRUTH that we either rarely talk about or completely ignore altogether is that, while salvation was purchased by JESUS CHRIST at Calvary, the ONLY ticket to ETERNAL LIFE is by RECEIVING the intimate gift of His sacrifice. He who ACCEPTS THE SON receives everything.

My heart goes out to the children who lost their lives and to all those who were injured in the senseless attack on the daycare in Gaba. May God strengthen and comfort the bereaved and those left traumatized. And may justice prevail. Amen

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Every theatre has a soul, a history, and a story. On #WorldTheatreDay, we are taking a look at some of the extraordinary theatres that have been home to ALW's musicals. 🎭

In 2022, my BBC team and I were travelling across the continent to popularise my podcast, Africa Daily, when we met Samuel and Esteri Tebandeke. Ester was battling kidney failure and was being treated by the excellent team at Mulago Hospital. What a powerful story of love it turned out to be. Ester needed a kidney transplant, and Sam offered to donate his. I teared up during the interview because of Sam’s deep commitment to his wife. I saw their quiet determination to ensure that Esteri — an accomplished actor who had appeared in the acclaimed film Queen of Katwe — would pull through. He loved her. She loved and deeply appreciated him. They had raised half the money they needed and were struggling to find the rest — about $40,000. I promised I would mention their case to President Museveni, whom I was due to meet a few days later. When I met Mzee, I told him about them. Without hesitation, he instructed his then PPS, Kenneth Omona, to ensure Esther received the money she needed. The cash was delivered. They travelled to India for the operation, and at first it seemed everything had gone well. I stayed in touch with them, regularly checking on Esteri’s progress. Yesterday, Sam sent me a voice note to say that his Esteri had passed away. I am gutted. Esteri was young, beautiful, and immensely talented. I wish she had lived much longer. May she now rest peacefully after such a difficult few years. I pray for Sam — one of the greatest men I have ever met. May God grant him, and Ester’s family and friends, the fortitude they need to navigate these painful times.

In 1970, a 23-year-old physics student at Imperial College London was deep into his doctoral research on cosmic dust when he faced an impossible choice. Brian May, a budding astrophysicist, had been studying the zodiacal dust cloud—tiny particles scattered throughout the solar system that reflect sunlight. His research was progressing, and he was on track to complete his PhD. But he also had another passion: music. May was the guitarist for Queen, a band that was beginning to gain serious attention. They had just signed a record deal, and tours were on the horizon. The opportunity was immediate and couldn't be ignored. Standing at a crossroads, May made a life-changing decision: he chose the guitar over the telescope. Queen's rise to fame was swift. By the mid-1970s, the band was a global sensation. Songs like "Bohemian Rhapsody" and "We Will Rock You" became anthems, and May's distinctive guitar tone—created with his homemade instrument, the Red Special—became iconic. Albums sold millions, and stadiums filled with fans. But May's academic work was left unfinished. His thesis remained incomplete, and his research was put on hold. However, Brian May never lost his love for science. Even as Queen dominated the rock world, May kept up with developments in astrophysics. He continued reading journals, attending lectures when he could, and staying connected to the academic community. His thesis advisor, Professor Michael Rowan-Robinson, had told him, "You can always come back and finish." In 2006, more than three decades later, May decided it was time to return. He contacted Rowan-Robinson, and they discussed the possibility of completing the research. The field had advanced, and May’s data was outdated, but his original observations remained valuable. With Rowan-Robinson's guidance, May worked to update his research. May continued his music career while revisiting his old data, incorporating modern research, and refining his analysis. In 2007, Imperial College awarded him a PhD in astrophysics, not as an honorary degree, but through genuine research and peer review. At age 60, May became Dr. Brian May. His PhD was a testament to his dedication to both music and science. He didn't need the degree for career advancement—he had already achieved rock stardom. But his pursuit of knowledge, both for its own sake and to finish what he had started, made his accomplishment remarkable. May’s story proved that it’s never too late to finish what you start, even if it takes 36 years. Passion, whether in music or science, doesn't have an expiration date.

Anonymous I teach piano out of my living room. Small studio. Mostly kids. This boy showed up for a trial lesson. Nine years old. Foster kid. Social worker brought him. “He’s obsessed with piano but the family can’t afford lessons. Can you help?” Looked at his face. Pure hope in his eyes. “Let’s see what you’ve got.” Kid was gifted. Natural talent. Took him on. Told the social worker I had a scholarship fund. Didn’t. Was teaching him free. Taught him twice a week for three years. Never charged a dime. He progressed fast. Really fast. Then he got moved. New foster home. Different town. Forty minutes away. Tuesday he didn’t show up. Called the social worker. “He’s too far now. No way to get him there.” Started driving to him instead. Every Tuesday and Thursday. Eighty-minute round trip. His new foster mom was shocked. “You’re doing this for free and driving here?” “He’s got a gift. I’m just helping him find it.” Two years later he got a full scholarship to a music conservatory. At his acceptance ceremony he played a piece he’d written. Called it “Tuesday.” Dedicated it to me. “For the teacher who drove forty minutes each way because she believed in me.” He’s nineteen now. Teaches piano to foster kids every weekend. Fourteen students. All free. Came to visit last month. Brought one of his students. Shy girl. Eight years old. “This is Mrs. Anderson. She taught me that talent matters more than money.” The girl sat at my piano. Played a scale. Perfect. Sometimes Tuesday nights change everything....

Wishing a spectacular birthday to the one and only, @OfficialALW.🎈

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Dear SENEGAL 🇸🇳, The whole of Africa sees you as our CONTINENTAL CHAMPION!!! We are solidly behind you. Rt and share if you stand with Senegal 🇸🇳

You don’t need to know everything to witness. Just share: - What Jesus has done - What you have seen - What you have experienced Your story matters. #SpiritLed #SpiritEmpowered #BeAWitness

"She saved a stranger’s child with $15. Decades later, she discovered why he had been searching for her. In 1982, a Kenyan boy named Chris Mburu stood on the brink of losing everything. He was the brightest student in his rural district, studying by lamplight inside an earthen house without electricity. But his family could not afford his school fees. Without help, his education would end — along with any chance of escaping a life spent picking coffee in the fields. Meanwhile, across the world in Sweden, an 80-year-old kindergarten teacher named Hilde Back came across a notice for a child sponsorship program. She chose a name from a list: Chris Mburu, Kenya. She began sending $15 every school term. There was no recognition, no expectation of gratitude — just a quiet decision to help a child she believed she would never meet. That small amount changed everything. Chris stayed in school. Over time, he and Hilde exchanged letters. She asked about his teachers, his studies, and his dreams. Through her words, he realized she wasn’t just part of an organization. She was a real person who believed in him. And he never forgot her. Chris eventually graduated at the top of his law class at the University of Nairobi. He later earned a Fulbright scholarship to Harvard. He went on to become a United Nations human rights lawyer, helping prosecute genocide and crimes against humanity around the world. Yet one thing always weighed on his heart. He had never properly thanked the woman who made his journey possible. In truth, he barely knew who she was. In 2001, Chris founded a scholarship program for children like himself — talented students from poor families whose potential might otherwise be lost. He asked the Swedish Ambassador in Kenya to help him locate his mysterious sponsor so he could name the foundation after her. They found her. Hilde Back. Still alive. Still living quietly in Sweden. Chris traveled to meet her for the first time. He expected to meet a wealthy philanthropist. Instead, he found a humble, warm woman living simply — genuinely surprised that anyone considered her actions remarkable. Then filmmaker Jennifer Arnold began documenting their reunion. During her research, she uncovered something Hilde had never told Chris. Hilde Back had not been born in Sweden. She was born in Nazi Germany in 1922 to a Jewish family. At sixteen, when Hitler’s Nuremberg Laws banned Jewish children from attending school, strangers helped smuggle her to Sweden. Her parents stayed behind because Sweden’s refugee policies did not allow older Jews to enter. Both were later sent to concentration camps. Her father died there. Her mother disappeared, never to be heard from again. Hilde survived the Holocaust because strangers helped her escape. She lost her own education because of who she was. Fifty years later, she quietly paid for the education of a child across the world — a child who would grow up to fight the same hatred that destroyed her family. When Chris learned her story, he wept. Hilde, meanwhile, had no idea that the boy she sponsored had devoted his life to prosecuting genocide. In 2003, Hilde traveled to Kenya for the inauguration of the Hilde Back Education Fund. The entire village welcomed her as an honorary elder. In 2012, she returned again to celebrate her 90th birthday, surrounded by hundreds of children whose futures had been transformed through her generosity. Hilde Back passed away on January 13, 2021, at the age of 98. Today, the Hilde Back Education Fund has supported nearly 1,000 Kenyan children in continuing their education. Many have graduated from universities around the world. Many now give back — mentoring younger students and contributing monthly donations to support the next generation. One woman. Fifteen dollars. One child. That child created a foundation. That foundation changed hundreds of lives. And those lives continue to change others.

You’re upset about what Epstein did but you think abortion is fine. Same Satan, different names.

“If a man doesn't treat his wife right, I don't want to hear him talk about Christianity.” - D.L. Moody

Let me spell it out here properly. If you think your child needs Kuteesa to sort them out, go for parenting classes. If one class doesn't work, go for another one 📢📢📢📢📢

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There is no such thing as a gay Christian. Christians don't identify with sin, they repent of it.

“So in everything, do to others what you would have them do to you, for this sums up the Law and the Prophets.” Matthew 7:12