Some people spent so much of their lives trying to survive that they never got the chance to learn how to swim, speak a foreign language, play an instrument, travel, or simply explore life beyond work and responsibilities. That’s a side of poverty we rarely talk about.
@Chalbiwsk This is how Museveni of Uganda begun. He first abolished cultural institutions in any form and went behind every citizen to appoint his own tribe into top government positions. This tactic is going to distort the identity of every kenyan a few decades from now.
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@Oluwaseun__0 When you come to look at the grand scheme of things, I think these native South Africans are right. Alot of African Dictatorships thrive because everybody chooses to flee instead of addressing their shortfalls. Alot of these illegals are relations of those dictators
In KZN many trucking companies have fired immigrants due to March and March pressure. They are now hiring strictly South Africans, this was in Springfield Durban during the testing of some the South African drivers.
14 March 2007.
Kampala High Court.
Over 700 lawyers, dressed in white shirts and black suits, gathered in silence.
They had been on strike for three days.
Now they were here to perform an ancient ritual of purification.
At the front, a lawyer held aloft a blood‑stained shirt, evidence of what the state had done in this very building two weeks earlier.
The Cleansing of the Court - 2007
The procession, led by Chief Justice Benjamin Odoki and Uganda Law Society President Oscar John Kihika, circled the court building in a symbolic cleansing ceremony.
Kihika described it as an "age‑old African ritual designed to purify the court."
The bloodied shirt and tie belonged to Kiyemba Mutale, a lawyer who had been beaten unconscious during a government raid on the High Court on 1 March.
That day, armed security forces from the "Black Mamba" anti‑terrorism unit had stormed the criminal registry to re‑arrest nine treason suspects who had just been granted bail after 15 months in detention.
During the hours‑long standoff, Mutale was attacked.
The suspects were beaten, bundled into a police vehicle, and taken away.
The raid was a grim echo of November 2005, when the same unit had laid siege to the High Court to prevent the release of the same men during Kizza Besigye's presidential campaign.
The 2007 attack triggered an unprecedented response.
On 5 March, Uganda's judges went on a week‑long strike to protest the assault on judicial independence.
On 12 March, the Uganda Law Society began its own three‑day sit‑down strike, demanding an apology and concrete reforms.
Five ULS members who held high‑level government positions were suspended.
Justice James Ogoola captured the gravity:
"The point had to be made. They will not survive unless the rule of law, independence of the judiciary and all other fundamental principles that hold the nation together are back to form."
President Museveni eventually expressed regret for the incident and promised a "legal and transparent modus operandi" for future arrests.
The judges and lawyers returned to work.
But the ceremony on 14 March was more than a conclusion, it was a declaration.
Mutale's bloodied shirt, held high before the committee tasked with investigating the raid, was not just evidence.
It was a symbol that the judiciary would not be cowed.
The cleansing was not merely ritual.
It was a line drawn in the dust of a courtroom, a reminder that even in the face of armed men, the law could still speak.
#ughistory #ULS @ug_lawsociety@Lawpointuganda@JudiciaryUG
This man-child thought he could cow us into submission. Guess what? Tuli gumite, bro!
Rasclat is busy in his little zone—surrounded by guns and armed only with his phone—trying to scare angry, hungry, wild dogs. 🐕 🤣🤣 It is just a matter of time. 🕑 We are going to eat you alive. Just wait.
The Black intellectual man is the most misread person in his own community. Too Black for white spaces. Too articulate for street credibility. Too thoughtful for the masculine archetype. He exists in a gap that nobody built infrastructure for and navigates it mostly alone.
My son, if a delayed salary makes you lose sleep, it exposes a dangerous reality.
You are either earning too little to build a safety net, or spending too much to keep one.
True wealth isn't just a high income. It is having enough margin to wait without panic.
Be blessed.
I tend to lose respect for teenagers and young adults who cannot speak their own mother tongue. I wonder how someone can grow up disconnected from the language of their heritage. Imagine raising children who can communicate with almost everyone around them, yet struggle to have a conversation with their own relatives…especially their grandparents? Losing a language often means losing a connection to family, culture and identity.
The story in the Bible that rattled me before I converted to Christianity from Islam:
The two thieves crucified next to Jesus. I never knew about them. Bro. They’re the whole Gospel in one scene.
Two men. Same sin. Same cross. Same dying breath. Same distance from Jesus — mere feet away on either side.
One mocks Him. One turns to Him and says, “Jesus, remember me when you come into your kingdom.”
And Jesus tells the second man: “Today you will be with Me in paradise.” Luke 23:43.
That man did ZERO good works. He couldn’t. His hands were nailed down. He never prayed five times. Never fasted. Never gave to the poor. Never got baptized. He had nothing to offer but a dying glance toward Jesus.
And Jesus saved him... on the spot.
In Islam, that man was doomed. No time to balance the scale. No deeds to weigh. Game over. A horrible life with a horrible punishment ahead.
I wonder if that would be me…
Yet in the Gospel, that man was in paradise the same day — because salvation was never about his works. It was about WHO he turned to in his last moment.
Two criminals. Same cross. One simple difference: which one turned to Jesus.
That’s why the Gospel is offensive.
And Jesus asks everyone: who do you say I am?
There is no 28billion to pay intern doctors in the budget Museveni is presenting today, no 8billion for UNEB to train teachers on how to mark new syllabus, no 3.5billion to complete new syllabus but there is 211billion for welfare and entertainment for big people, 536 billion for special meals and drinks for big people, 196 billion for big people to donate, 17 billion for firewood, gas and charcoal and 2.6 trillion for classified expenditure!