Kirabo Sheila.

"If you are emotionally attached to your tribe, religion or political leaning to the point that truth and justice become secondary considerations, your education is useless. Your exposure is useless. If you cannot reason beyond petty sentiments, you are a liability to mankind."

Release Arnold Mukose Now as in Now Journalist Arnold Mukose of Alternative Digitalk was abducted few days ago, the military also tried to detain Digitalk’s owner, Norman Tumuhimbise, his whereabouts are unknown we demand his immediate release, persecuting citizens for their opinions MUST STOP #Access #Active #Actions #UOX

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Have you ever seen a tweet that doesn't even concern you, but you immediately go to that person's profile and block them because you don’t want to see any more of their thoughts on your timeline ever again?

Congratulations 🎊 I am next in line and I’ll come back to this to testify.

Guys, an employment email has come through 😢😅😅😅😅😅💪💪💪💪

Do we have tweeps in Nairobi? Today is Good Friday, i would have valued standing with tweeps across Uganda, but this is only the beginning i will be engaging youth across districts to shape real solutions on education, governance, fair wages, taxation & digital income opportunities the time to act is now, the future belongs to us, tweeps in Nairobi are you available for a coffee meeting today around 1pm, let’s begin #Access #Active #Action #UOXpresidentialcandidate

In the November graduation, six months after my graduation saga, my name appeared on the graduation list. Here is an online link. Check; College of Education, Open Distance and Learning. BACHELOR OF ARTS WITH EDUCATION PAGE 71 Number 156 smartie.kiu.ac.ug/public/assets/…

Sometimes back, I was invited to Rubanda District to inspire young people on life & career choices my message was simple, today’s world needs aggressive, multi skilled people, dnt rely on one job, u can be a banker, a gym trainer, a chef & still use TikTok to market your business Abapakasi note this, Skills + hustle = survival #UOXpresidentialcandidate #Access #Active #Action

@BushenyiBouy Please stop ✋ what do you mean “must be unemployed “? Nova set the record straight already. He was a busy man but still managed to do everything it takes to hold that position.

In my own opinion, to qualify for UOX President, one must not be employed, this is like a full time job, needs a lot of time and commitment and yes, we must have seen u engage somewhere in UOX activities. It is not a just a matter of how much you are hyped online or how much you have.

This isn't being broke anymore.... eeeeeeeeee... This is poverty .🥹🥹🥹

from the bottom of my heart, i just want life to get better. I’m so tired.

my greatest adult disappointment was discovering that bad people get away with everything

Yah, we also had a venue booked, and a party arranged. My brother pulled me aside and told me that the small party would happen as planned, and everything else would come later. At this moment, he knew if he let me go back to Mbale, I would do something terrible to myself.

The church, Ggaba Community Church, which owns the school that lost 4 kids yesterday, has offered each grieving family 3 million Ugandan shillings to cater for transportation of people from Kampala to their different villages for burial. The church also bought caskets for each child, it bought food to feed the people at the burial. It gave each family a car that will specifically move the bodies to their villages. A service to pray for the souls of the lost bodies will be held at Ggaba Community church at 10:00am on Easter Monday after burial of each child. May the souls of those beautiful babies Rest In Peace. Amen.

You don’t get a second chance at raising your kids so be present & go hard for them.♥️

Of course of course Omupakasi

My daughter is a S.4 candidate this year and I beg y’all to support me so that I take her back to school. I sell these beautiful pieces from the USA. 0774668764 is my number for all your orders. @TumukundeTT

You can choose to support me to raise the school fees this Easter holiday for all kinds of cakes and pastries. Easter cakes, Birthday cakes, Baptism cakes, etc.

With due respect and humble submission to you @TumukundeTT and @kutegyekaivan1 , I kindly request you to support my daughter go back to school. She was sent home. However, with my present circumstances, it has become very difficult for me to manage this term. I’ll be grateful.

We need leaders who are ready to serve, not people who are just being hyped & end up sleeping on the job

WHY I BROKE MY SILENCE If you have followed my story thus far, you may need to read this to understand where I draw my inspiration to speak up. Please, spare some minutes and read all of it down here! How can we cover up pits in our courtyard with leaves or grass, saying to ourselves that because our eyes cannot now see the holes, our children can prance about the yard as they like? "Devil on the Cross" Here is an excerpt from Chapter One. Certain people in Ilmorog, our Ilmorog, told me that this story was too disgraceful, too shameful, that it should be concealed in the depths of everlasting darkness. There were others who claimed that it was a matter for tears and sorrow, that it should be suppressed so that we should not shed tears a second time. I asked them: How can we cover up pits in our courtyard with leaves or grass, saying to ourselves that because our eyes cannot now see the holes, our children can prance about the yard as they like? Happy is the man who is able to discern the pitfalls in his path, for he can avoid them. Happy is the traveler who is able to see the tree stumps in his way, for he can pull them up or walk around them so that they do not make him stumble. The Devil, who would lead us into the blindness of the heart and into the deafness of the mind, should be crucified, and care should be taken that his acolytes do not lift him down from the Cross to pursue the task of building Hell for the people on Earth. . . . I, even I, Prophet of Justice, felt this burden weigh heavily upon me at first, and I said: The forest of the heart is never cleared of all its trees. The secrets of the homestead are not for the ears of strangers. Ilmorog is our homestead. And then Warĩĩnga’s mother came to me when dawn was breaking, and in tears she beseeched me: Gĩcaandĩ Player, tell the story of the child I loved so dearly. Cast light upon all that happened, so that each may pass judgment only when he knows the whole truth. Gĩcaandĩ Player, reveal all that is hidden. At first I hesitated, asking myself this question: Who am I—the mouth that ate itself? Is it not said that an antelope hates less the one who sees it than the one who shouts to alert others to its presence? It was then that I heard the pleading cries of many voices: Gĩcaandĩ Player, Prophet of Justice, reveal what now lies concealed by darkness. Then for seven days I fasted, neither eating nor drinking, for my heart was sorely troubled by those pleading voices. Still I asked myself this: Could it be that I am seeing phantoms without substance, or that I am hearing the echoes of silence? Who am I—the mouth that ate itself? Is it not said that the antelope conceives more hatred for him who betrays its presence with a shout? And after seven days had passed, the Earth trembled, and lightning scored the sky with its brightness, and I was lifted up, and I was borne up to the rooftop of the house, and I was shown many things, and I heard a voice, like a great clap of thunder, admonishing me: Who has told you that prophecy is yours alone, to keep to yourself? Why are you furnishing yourself with empty excuses? If you do that, you will never be free of tears and pleading cries. The moment the voice fell silent, I was seized, raised up and then cast down into the ashes of the fireplace. And I took the ashes, and I smeared my face and legs with them, and I cried out: I accept! I accept! Silence the cries of the heart. Wipe away the tears of the heart. . . . This story is an account of what I, Prophet of Justice, saw with these eyes and heard with these ears when I was borne to the rooftop of the house. . . . I have accepted. I have accepted. The voice of the people is the voice of God. That is why I have accepted. That is why I have accepted. But why am I lingering on the bank of the river? To bathe is to strip off all clothes. To swim is to plunge into the river. It is good so. . . . Come, Come, my friend,.. ... ½