Dennis Asiimwe

Sorry my brother! Look for a tall lady like Sarah! You will get breakfast and peace.

I’m a very beautiful girl if you look at me quickly.❤️

DON'T ALWAYS CRY! BE A MAN!! Several years ago when I was in Primary school at Arua Demonstration School, there was this group of boys who stayed along my way to school in a place called Congo Zone (formerly known as Zaire Zone). They always made it a point to beat me up. I would come home crying. I almost dropped out of school because of this bullying and torture. This particular day I came home with my eyes red after crying too much, I expected sympathy from my Mother, but instead, my mother asked me, why are you always crying? What kind of man are you? Be strong. Don’t you also have hands? That statement to me was a clear command of war. I was ready to attack. However, these guys possessed greater strength and they outnumbered me. On this particular day, as I approached them, I conveyed my reluctance to engage in a boxing match. I warned them, saying, "I don't want a fight with you because the day I do, one of you might not make it out alive. You see, my arm has only one muscle." There was a prevailing belief that individuals with a single muscle in their arms were formidable and exceptionally strong. Despite my cautionary words, these guys remained unconvinced and continued to challenge me. One morning I picked up my father's old Motorcycle Spark plug. It looks like a bullet with a pointed end. Put it in my palm with the pointed tip between my fingers. As I walked to school, the usual ringleader of the group approached intent on tormenting me. Summoning courage, I delivered a powerful blow that connected with the tip of a spark plug, striking one of his ribs. He crumpled to the ground, screaming in agony, and his followers scattered in retreat. From that moment, they were convinced that I was the village's one-muscled powerhouse. That incident marked the final time they dared to approach me, and I believe it was the last fight I ever had till now. The profound lesson gleaned from my experience transcends the realm of physical confrontation, reaching into the very fabric of our personal narratives. Frequently, we find ourselves entangled in the web of lamentation, attributing our misfortunes to external forces and absolving ourselves of personal responsibility. The ease with which we point fingers at our family, society, or the state often leads to the adoption of a victim mentality, hindering our growth potential. It is imperative to recognize that genuine and lasting change demands individual effort. We must resist the allure of laying blame solely on external factors and instead take ownership of our circumstances. The path to transformation begins with acknowledging our agency in shaping our destinies. The metaphorical battle against poverty encapsulates this principle. Instead of perpetually assigning fault to external circumstances, we must channel our energy into a concerted and authentic effort to surmount the challenges before us. Much like my own journey from victimhood to victory, a proactive approach becomes the catalyst for breaking free from the cycle of despair. Ceasing the habit of incessant lamentation marks the initial step towards meaningful progress. It involves a conscious decision to refrain from attributing our struggles solely to external influences. Embracing personal responsibility becomes the cornerstone of change, empowering us to navigate the complexities of life with resilience and determination. In essence in 2025, abandon the habit of tears and self-pity. Make some hard decisions for the betterment of yourself. Joel Aita