Oppressed citizen

Baby Ndunya,akoze atya?

@poshamusik @Esau_Matsiko @bamwinejnr @kirya_ug @keithnamu @Nabimara_Paul @Shalomheavens22 @MgrHannz @MrInfluencerUg1 @kookiepro_ Obeera oyagala akusabe ki?

QUICK ONE: You meet a guy today, tomorrow he wants your body 🤦‍♀️💔men why😳

@PoliceUg @mkituuma Olwo munonyerezza biwedde Olaba temutuwanga alipoota ya former comrade wamwe Afande Kirumira Olwo mutuwe eno?

. @mkituuma "Today, Thursday, April 2, 2026, at around 1100 hours, the Police in Ggaba responded to a distress call reporting an individual allegedly attacking children at Ggaba Early Childhood Development Program, a daycare centre located in Ggaba Parish, Makindye Division, Kampala City. Responding officers managed to arrest the suspect at the scene, identified as 39‑year‑old Okello Christopher Onyum. Preliminary findings confirm the tragic loss of four minors during the incident. The deceased have been identified as: Eteku Gideon, male juvenile, aged approximately 02 years Kaise Alungat, female juvenile, aged approximately 02 years Ignatius Sserwange, male juvenile, aged approximately 03 years Ryan Odeke, male juvenile, aged approximately 02 years All victims were pupils of the same daycare facility. The suspect is currently under interrogation as investigations continue to establish his motive, background, and any other relevant circumstances surrounding this heinous crime. The Uganda Police Force extends its deepest condolences to the affected families and assures the public that all efforts are underway to ensure a thorough investigation and justice for the victims. Further updates will be provided as more details emerge.

@tukamwesga12106 Oluusi ayinza okuba nga akutaasa ndwadde zakikaba

Omuntu nakuma susu ate olina omuwelekera 😭😭😭😭

Nomatter where you come from, if you believe it can happen.

@DirectoratePlu @MichealMawanda1 @mkainerugaba Tubongereyo nomulala? Luswa Luwemba

Hon. @MichealMawanda1, our Director of Mobilization, today warmly received Hon. Nsereko Moses, former MP candidate for Kawempe North, at the PLU Secretariat in Naguru, Kampala. After productive discussions on strengthening PLU mobilization across Uganda and beyond, Hon. Nsereko Moses has officially crossed and joined the PLU family

@tukamwesga12106 Kibi nyo

@lusinga02 Its out of me kinsunseko

What the hell happened to the world😭😭😭😭

@KwikirizaNova Grandfather, you mean m7 or musabba?

Ssemakade and his grand father at Entebbe hill looking at me handing over power peacefully like:

@NyasHDaily Kyekyo candidate wange

Fast forward...my English short course results are back😹😹

@newvisionwire @mkainerugaba Stupidiousnessly

🪖 CDF @mkainerugaba One word to describe him? 👇 #VisionUpdates

@bbstvug Kitaffe munkwe

Ssaabalabirizi w’ekkanisa ya Uganda, The Most Rev. Dr. Stephen Kaziimba Mugalu ategeezezza ng’enteesegannya ez’okutabaganya bannabyabufuzi abaawangula n’abawangulwa bwezitambula obukwakku era nga mumativu nti essaawa yonna zijja kuvaamu ebibala. Ssaabalabirizi Kaziimba agamba abantu abaawangulwa mu kalulu basaana okumanya nti Uganda tekomye lwaleero era bakyalina ebiseera okuddamu okwesimbawo.#Gambuuze #Ageesigika #BBSKATI

@Ksheebah1 Sente Magogo zeyakuwa zaali za'ki?

Just left the studio with one of your faves… 👀 From MBARARA!! Omwana yayimbye OLUNYANKORE‼️ WHAT‼️ Should I say the name or let you stress a little? Guess. Guess again. Then guess properly 😌🔥”

@Winner_089 Tuyinayo ne kongola mabeere

Father Kabuzi and the team😂😂😂😂

@Winner_089 Ate snake monkey 🐒 style?

But who knows what is always in that brief case?

@CrystoPanda Ono afanaana oli ayagala okunzita

Tf😳 why is he still alive?

@M_Kananura Afande ono yadda'wa?

Boda-bodas, we are coming for you. Get your house in order

Four children stabbed to death at Ugandan school bbc.in/4m1N8YI

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.