Matthew Kissa

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@KlanUg Time slows, like the world’s on pause Just to admire you—without a cause.

See, when I think about your smile I forget to breathe for a little while

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Choose the way of the Spirit. And die to the flesh daily!

I'm honoured to be the Creative Director on this project. Especially, the privilege to work with some of the best creatives.

Experience Theatre Like Never Before This #WorldTheatreDayUG, we’re bringing the stage to life with 7 dramatic play readings by our talented Emerging Artists on March 25th & 26th Entry is absolutely FREE 
📍Check out the full program: tebere.org/events @teberearts

We are celebrating this year’s World Theatre Day in style. On 25th & 26th March (next week) we have 7 dramatic play readings written by our Emerging Artists. Entrance is FREEEE! Mark your calendars 📅🎉 Check Tebere.org/events for the full programme!

In celebration of World Poetry Day, we're glad to be taking part in this wonderful poetry event. In case you're in town, there's only one place to be this evening. By the way, ENTRANCE IS FREE!!

@patrickoyulu I'm so sorry about this , may God do what He does best. Healing is your portion, and everything is going to be okay.

I STEPPED ON A 'LANDMINE'. In Uganda, when someone wakes up with swollen legs or mysterious pain, explanations abound. In Buganda, they'd say, "Yalinye Etalo," meaning they stepped on something supernatural. Among the Alur, it's "Enyonu Tho," an ominous declaration that someone has "stepped on an illness." But in urban Ugandan English, the phrase is more evocative -“He stepped on a landmine.” Well, last week, I didn’t just step on one. I walked right into a whole field of them. And by some miracle, I lived to tell the tale. For three weeks, I had nagging lower back pain, the kind you chalk up to a bad chair or an overenthusiastic day at the gym. But then, on Wednesday, my right leg started swelling. At first, I brushed it off -fatigue, maybe? Nerve compression? So I did what any rational person would do: lay on my back and propped my legs up against the wall like a makeshift yoga guru. Except the swelling didn’t go away. Worse, I started feeling pain in my groin. Now, that’s the kind of pain you can’t unfeel. At 10:45 PM, my wife and I made the call -straight to Robert Wood Johnson Hospital Emergency Room in New Brunswick, NJ. The moment the ER staff saw my leg, they didn’t waste time on small talk. "Suspected blood clot." Boom. Just like that, I had stepped on a landmine. Without wasting time, I was admitted and they ran an X-ray, ultrasound, and CTA scans of my chest, abdomen, and pelvis. You know how, in Kampala, traffic jams snake back from Nakawa to Jinja Road like an unholy mess? That was my blood flow -clogged with clots from my right leg all the way to my pelvis. Some were lounging in my iliac veins, waiting for the perfect moment to break free and wreak havoc. One wrong move and I could have had a pulmonary embolism -a clot shooting up to my lungs. The kind of thing that turns a regular day into an obituary. And you know what people would have said? "Eh! But he was fine just yesterday!" "I think he was bewitched." "Did he owe someone money in Kawempe Mbogo zone?" Sigh. There was no time to play games though. The vascular team at @RWJBarnabas decided: Thrombectomy. A delicate, urgent procedure where they go in and physically remove the clots -like carefully defusing live landmines. On Thursday evening, I signed the consent form. It felt like signing a death warrant, 🤪. By Friday morning, I posted a cryptic tweet -just in case it was my last. It read: "Delicate! But it’s got to be done. God is in control. #LetsDoThis." No one gave it much thought. Then, into the operating room I went. Two hours later, I woke up to the news: success. The clots -8 to 10 of them -had been removed. I even saw them. Thick, sinister, silent killers. Just chilling there, waiting for an opportunity to take me out. Had they dislodged and reached my lungs? Game over. Brain? Lights out. But by some divine orchestration, we caught them in time. If there’s anything this near-death encounter has taught me, it’s that landmines don’t announce themselves. One day, you’re fine. The next, you’re in the ER fighting for your life. The CDC estimates that 100,000 people die from blood clots every year in the U.S. The risk factors? Prolonged immobility, dehydration, smoking, obesity, surgery, genetics -you name it. Some of them are in our control. Others aren’t. But here’s what is in our control: ▪︎ Move more. If you sit for long hours, get up and stretch. ▪︎ Stay hydrated -your blood is like traffic, and dehydration is like closing lanes. ▪︎ Watch for signs: swelling, unexplained pain, shortness of breath. ▪︎ Get checked if something feels off. I got lucky. Many don’t. So, my friends, take this as a Public Health PSA with a side of wit. Check your body. Listen to the whispers before they turn into sirens. Because in life, the worst landmines are the ones you never see coming. I was discharged on Saturday evening. A special thank you to @RWJBarnabas Hospital New Brunswick, NJ Doctors and staff for saving my life. God Bless You!

Do professional Actors exist in Uganda? I’m not talking about Media Personalities and Social Media influencers….🤦🏼‍♂️

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Eye opening discussions with Police and Uganda Human Rights Commission on the importance of the Prevention and Probibition of Torture Act Cap 130 in handling cases of Torture. @actvuganda

Celebrate the words that make you stop, think and feel. # PUNCH LINE FRIDAYS 💪😁 #OSIYANA STUDIOS

We're happy to celebrate with Duncan, one of the talented Scenographers from our recently concluded Kampala International Theatre Festival, on his remarkable achievement! He's been admitted to the prestigious BA in Directing for Theatre program at Theatreakademie August Everding, the largest training centre for stage professions in Germany, where only two students were selected. Congratulations, Duncan! We're thrilled to see your talent shine on and off stage! #Theatre

Awards may sparkle, but stories shine brighter. Our short film on endometriosis is nominated for another honor, and we’re beyond excited! This win is for everyone who’s fought to be heard. Let’s keep going! #MilestoneMonday #ZumaInternationalFilmFestival #OsiyanaStudios

Happening now: The reading of Make Room, a powerful play by Brenda Ibarah. The story follows a woman stranded after a falling-out with her roommate during a nationwide crisis. With rising death tolls, restricted movement, and a ticking curfew clock, she must confront her baggage—both literal and emotional—to find a way forward and save herself.