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This is beautiful 😍😍 ✨✨

@BirungiMargret5 You don’t have the common sense you’re talking about

Tag those accounts that are mute about Irene Nakibuuka’s horrific story but will rush to preach “morals” once some of us celebrate the deaths of those that are responsible for stories like Irene’s. When you tag them, give them my message in reported speech “Shame on you!”

Is it worrying anymore.?🤷

Behold, He is risen!

Starting off the 2nd Round with a big win yesterday 🙏🏿🦾

But we never told you that we wanted the FA Cup, our focus on the big fish!

You just made it official that you will be hitting the other hole 😂🙌.

For a team that has 14 FA cups I don’t even know why Arsenal players agreed to come to the pitch.

MAN OF THE MATCH ni Star⭐️Boy @AllanOkello8 🙌🏽 #TimuYaWananchi #DaimaMbeleNyumaMwiko

Omutembeyi wa Kabaka ntuuse 😌

Her husband becomes the first man to be in the longest distance relationship

If it's such a flex u won't be announcing it looking for validation online... Men are easy to get when all they're after from u is just sex... You can never bag a husband if you think you're all that.. because at the end of the day the man is the one who proposes and even pays your dowry ... Keep making excuses as you're getting older.. we'll all be here when you ask where all the good men are

I’m glad that students, staff, and alumni of the giraffe are generally happy that these issues are finally being discussed in the open. No one wants to move around with a Transcript or work record that needs a lot of explanation to be accepted. A genuinely good name for the institution is good for all associated with it, and vice versa. Urging you to clean up is also for your own good, even if you fight. Airtel also started by resisting and saying that what I was doing bordered on criminality. The difference with the giraffe is that for them they quickly realised that they were taking a wrong direction of arrogance. You can’t combine business with arrogance, except as a monopoly. Our next step was to call a boycott. But they quickly reached out, refunded the money that had sparked it, and committed to clean up. Indeed they cleaned up a lot, especially on mobile money theft. The trust in the band started coming back, and they had their peace ever since. As for the giraffe that trusts its long kicking legs, it thinks that every problem is solved by kicking. It didn’t refund (reallocate the money) despite many private engagements, it didn’t commit to address any specific issue of the many raised, instead, it resorted to kicking and displaying muscles. Left with no other option, and since the game rangers left it to be its own regulator, we shall also kick it intensely with thousands of feet, until it calms down. Even if it means kicking it for an entire year, we shall. We are civil when you are civil. When you stink, we stink back like a herd of skunks.

Happy Good Friday

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.

Hey @TotalEnergiesUG, what does it take for me to get a job at your company? I'm a petroleum engineer and environmental management fresh from campus