𝕋𝕣𝕖𝕧𝕠𝕣 𝔹𝕚

I was talking to a friend who just moved back to Uganda after years of doing Kyeyo in the UK. This man has spent years working double shifts in the cold, wearing the same old jacket, and skipping meals just to send every pound back home. ​His younger brother picked him up from Entebbe in a very clean, luxury car. He drove him straight to a gated house in Kiwatule with a paved compound and a wall fence(kikomela). ​When my friend asked who owned the house, the brother smiled and said, “It’s mine, big brother. Thank you for always praying for me.”Webale kunsabila ​My friend wasn't jealous, but he told me his heart just sank. In London, he lives in a tiny rented room and waits for the bus in the rain. He doesn’t even own a single plot of land in Uganda. But the brother he was "helping" is living a soft life built on his sweat. ​This is the mistake many of us make abroad. We become ATM machines for people who don't see our struggle. We fund their "emergencies" while they are busy buying land and building mansions behind our backs. ​The Truth: Help your family, but don’t be the ladder that everyone else uses to climb while you stay on the ground. ​As you build for them, make sure you are building for yourself too. Don’t wait until you move back to realize you have nothing but old receipts and a tired back.🙌

I found these two in Mbale and we’re all going to different functions 🙂

I am waiting for a full petition for this request. For today, I will be the fourth member of the Omumuli team. They even gave me a shirt for the day.

A wedding launch of a Billionaire. Imagine opening your wedding meet with 100m 🥺 Aba million 1m, 3m & 5m are in the wrong place 😅 On a serious note, I pray for this kind of blessing—not just wealth, but people who truly stand with you 🙏🏿 This should teach us that your family friends & your true friends matter. The circle around you. Wama nze ne family yange, tubawadde essala 🤲🏿