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@Adrine_kk What about men? Esther

Happy Easter 🥰 To all women

@MaleAdvocate28 Bulungi Halima, Assalamualaikum

Mwasuze mutya eyo ab’oluganda mu Kristu ? 🌚

Alleluia! Christ is risen ,His resurrection shines over Kikuube, awakening hope, restoring faith, and blessing every soul with new beginnings.

Once you taste Ugandan bread, you'll realise in Kenya, we eat plastics or sponges

@PatroUganda See how the man is smartly dressed

Earlier: Lynda Ddane arriving at Etania’s concert. #BecomingLifeOfTheParty

@MarionsEsther Can we call that Gomeshana?

I took a picture with Fahad but he did post me 😭😭😭

@tessysmitha 🫣

One time I was arguing with my man and my towel dropped this man paused, started nodding in silence. As soon as I covered up, he found his voice again 😭. So yes I agree

@ronaldbalikudde @ASheba_Ronah @OfficialFUFA 🤔

@Kihika4 @ASheba_Ronah @OfficialFUFA Basoose mulya. Takulimba. Olaba ne mama Ameria kyambadde naye yabyogedde

Good morning Uganda. My name is Ampaire Sheba Ronah. I am honored to serve as Deputy C.E.O @OfficialFUFA I am excited to use this platform to engage with you.

Recently, while visiting @kizzabesigye1 at Luzira Prison, I met Eddie Mutwe with his wife Rhonah and their four young children. The children ran around him, laughing, holding on to every moment. I had to steady myself, hiding my tears so they wouldn’t see. This is the human cost of injustice that @MordecaiMuriisa reminds us of.

@iamarnoldworld @xhaka_john BTW some guys can't deliver effectively without alcohol

Now i know why my boss doesn't allow anyone to touch on his flask. 😂

@Naberzshoes Last one 70k

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@daagentofficial Because he died for our sins

Why is it called Good Friday???🤔 Yet Jesus suffered and died today…

@vanillakia Tokiriza omusaja kulumya with that dimple

Omuntu akole atya ofuna omusaja atagenda mulumya🥹😭

Saving money won’t make you rich.

@ASheba_Ronah @OfficialFUFA Thank you

@Kihika4 @OfficialFUFA linkedin.com/posts/ampaire-…

My Nine Year Ordeal at KIU In 2013, I left Buhweju district with a heavy responsibility on my shoulders. I was the first person in my family to reach university level. Scoring 19 points in UACE felt like I had finally broken a cycle of poverty. When I was admitted to Kampala International University under the district bursary scheme, my family celebrated a miracle. We believed the "bursary" was a hand reaching down to pull us up. Instead, it became a weight that nearly drowned me. The "scheme" covered tuition, but the functional fees carried a hidden, lethal sting. During orientation, no one warned us that a small delay in payment would trigger penalties so aggressive they felt predatory. By my second year, a small balance had mutated into an 800,000 UGX debt. I went from being a brilliant student dreaming of a First Class degree to a beggar, moving from office to office every semester, pleading for an exam card just to sit for papers I had worked so hard to prepare for. Despite paying every semester's functional fees after learning about late payment charges, by the time I finished in 2016, the debt was so huge that there was no way I could clear it in a single swoop. The financial pressure did not just empty my pockets; it invaded my mind. It is hard to concentrate on Literature and English when you are calculating how many days of food you must skip to pay a "late fee" that grows while you sleep. By 2016, I had finished every course with no retakes, no missed papers but I was a ghost of the man who had entered. I left the gates broken, emaciated in spirit, and carrying a debt that had ballooned. I spent the next six years in a self imposed exile in Eastern Uganda, teaching for a meager salary. I lived like a hermit, sending every spare coin back to KIU. I was not working for a future; I was working to buy back a past that the university was holding hostage. In 2022, I finally cleared the last shilling. The relief, however, was short lived. After buying the graduation gown and seeing my name on the notice board, on Tuesday, I did the one thing I had waited nearly a decade to do: I invited my parents. My father is a primary five dropout from the 1960s. For years, he had looked at me with suspicion, wondering if I had truly been studying or if I had wasted the family’s hopes. I wanted that graduation day to be his vindication. We traveled from the village, slept in Kampala, and walked onto that campus with our heads high. Then came the horror. When the official graduation book was opened, my name was nowhere to be found. In that moment, the world stopped. I stood there in a gown I had paid for, at a ceremony I had earned, looking at a father who now had "final proof" that his son was a failure. The humiliation was so absolute that the fact I am still alive today is a miracle of God’s grace. I spent months fighting, sending emails, and knocking on doors that remained closed until I mentioned legal pressure and opportunities abroad. Only then did a "transcript" magically appear. I chose not to attend the later ceremony when my name finally appeared on the list. The joy had been systematically bled out of the experience. I share this because a "bursary" for the poor should not result in paying more than the rich. A university should be a fountain of knowledge, not a "school for scandal" that exploits the very students it claims to support. Those nine years left scars that no certificate can cover. This is for every student still trapped in that cycle fighting for a degree they have already earned.

@933kfm Why are the comments harsh?

"I need to get a man who pays my bills. I want him to provide and take on his role as a man so I don’t have to worry." 🎙️ Aggie Uwase #DHook

If you have CCTV in your House, Read this now You installed cameras for security but what if I tell you Someone else may still be watching your home right now? Not a th!ef. Not a stranger. The person that installed it. Yes. After installation, many CCTV installers still retain: 🥢 Your login details 🥢 Remote access 🥢 Backend control Meaning they can log in anytime and see everything. Your sitting room. Your compound. Your movements. And you won’t even know. The law protects your privacy but only after it has been violated. So this is what you must do immediately: 🥢 Change all passwords NOW 🥢 Take full admin control 🥢 Disable access you don’t understand 🥢 Let another expert check it Because listen carefully… Not every invasion comes with a broken door. Some come with installation receipts. If you have CCTV in your home or office, don’t ignore this. Act now! ©️Confidence Aribibia

@callmeijeoma Like what? give us details

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