“Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God.
And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.” Philippians4:6-7
Amen 🙏🏾🙏🏾
The World Lives Here.
Canada is all together different. Truly unique. And so is our relationship to the beautiful game. This is our opening to the 2026 World Cup. Narrated by Kiefer Sutherland. #FIFAWorldCup
Ever seen twin cows before???🥹❤️
Anyway… let me tell you a story of this cow 😉😆
When I was bringing Inyambo cows to Bigogwe, someone called me and said,
“Ngabo, I am selling two long-horn cows in Musanze 😊😊.”
I was surprised.
“Inyambo in Musanze??? Are you sure they are good ones?”
He said, “Yes, they are. My boss bought them, but he can’t keep them anymore.” So I went to see them.
They had two baby boys (calves). They looked hungry… but not as much as the one I once brought from Kayonza.
To make the story short, I agreed to buy one cow that looked strong and healthy. I refused the other one because she looked older and smaller.
But the man kept insisting, “Ngabo, we want to sell both. Just tell us how much you can pay.” I refused at first, but he didn’t give up. He even said I could pay less for the second one.
In the end… I agreed to buy both.
Now here is the surprise…
The cow I didn’t want to buy is the one that gave birth to twins 😭🤯 And it’s the first time ever one of our cows has given birth to twins since I was born 😉
I named her Rwesantambara But honestly… she deserves a second name.
Because this?
This feels like a mystery 😭✨
#cows #twins #Bigogwe #animals #africa
The history of Black Canadians is one of relentless progress, earned through perseverance, and carried forward by opening doors for so many to follow.
This week, we celebrated 30 years of Black History Month in Canada.
Ejo nahuye na MBONIGABA imfura y'iwacu ndabizi abenshi muvuka mu Bigogwe muramukunda cyane. Twararamukanyije ati "Ese burya ni wowe urata Iwacu, Ko narinzi ngo uri mukuru cyane nkaba mbona uri muto??. Ati courage natwe tukuri Inyuma. 🙌❤️🙏
The One Who Wears Big Caps for Little Children.
These are my final thoughts before I hand over my phone to management. The team says I need to sleep.
But before the world goes quiet around me, allow me say a few things…
It’s my second time doing this insane thing of trying to break a world record.
You’d think it would be easier now,after all I’ve done it before. But that’s the thing about impossible things:
The first time, you survive them because you don’t yet understand the cost.
Now that I’m fully aware of the exertion it takes both physically and mentally, I’m equal parts excited and terrified. I embrace both.
Today I’ll tell you why I always wear a cap…
The night before I left Nigeria for this journey, something happened.
It was 9pm on a Tuesday night.
I was at the mall picking up some last-minute items.
Two boys, scruffy and barefoot approached me at the car park.
They were hungry and hadn’t eaten all day.
I asked their names.
“Yusuff,” said one. “Ayomide,” said the other. Both young teenagers.
As I turned to check for cash in the car, the light hit my face and Yusuff immediately recognized me and blurted out “Chess players observe,”
I was stunned.
That was our mantra at Chess in Slums, it was what we taught the kids. I asked how he knew this, he explained that he had seen me months prior at their ghetto.
This made sense as we had spent the entire month of December teaching chess and maths to street children in that ghetto. Yusuff wasn’t part of the training but on the day of the final tournament, he watched from a distance as the other kids chanted “chess players observe”. It stayed with him ever since.
He told me his story.
His mother died during childbirth. His father disappeared.
He lived with his ailing grandmother for sometime but had to leave for the streets to fend for himself. It’s been five years of trying to survive in his own
Five years of growing up too fast…He is 15 years old now.
Then, something surreal happened.
A white Range Rover pulled up beside us.
A woman rolled down the window, “Chess master!” she called out.
She stepped out with her son Jayden.
Impeccably dressed. British accent.
She wanted a photo. Jayden loves chess.
She’s a fan.
So there they stood, Jayden and Yusuff.
Both teenagers.
One in branded sneakers. The other barefoot.
One polished by privilege. The other hardened by survival.
As I asked them to introduce themselves,
Yusuff’s confidence crumbled.
He looked down. His voice faltered.
I took a selfie with Jayden and his Mum, and as they drove off I had my epiphany….
And in that moment, I saw it:
The cruel reality of the world we live in
where a boy like Jayden and a boy like Yusuff would never meet
except by accident or because I happened to stand between them.
But what separated them wasn’t merit or character, It was birth. The arbitrary lottery that decides who gets to dream,
and who must survive.
Jayden will likely go on to attend the best schools, see the world, and live fully. While
Yusuff probably ends up doing the bidding of whoever can promise him his next meal.
An Area boy.
I have met thousands of bright eyed children like Yusuffs in this life, whose pain is invisible, and by no fault of theirs live in a world where their suffering doesn’t matter.
Sometimes, we save them.
Sometimes, we fail.
But I will never stop carrying this burden in my heart.
This is why I wear big caps for little children and wear one my self.
So the world may see them in all their colors, not for the suffering they bear,
but for what I know they can truly become.
I hope have shared this burden with you as honestly as I could.
If you ever believed in me, believe in them.
Cheer for them. Donate. Share. Amplify.
We are trying to build the largest free school in Africa.
A sanctuary for every child like Yusuff
where their dreams won’t die quietly.
I do this so their dreams may find validation in my sacrifice.
I have to go now, big day ahead. Gotta make it count.
It is with great enthusiasm that I begin my new role as Leader of the Government in the House of Commons and Minister of Democratic Institutions.
To the constituents of London West and my community, I am proud to continue my work in the House Of Commons and to be your voice in this new Cabinet.
In the last month, Rwanda has shown you:
🔹The FDLR
🔹The European Mercenaries
🔹The offensive foreign forces
🔹The stockpiles of weaponry at our border.
Yet the world still downplays the gravity of the security threats we face. Why? Is it racism? Is it disdain? Is it a calculated geopolitical choice?
The only irrefutable proof left of the danger we face is our destruction. And it seems this is an acceptable outcome for many international actors. They will swoop in with something as truly useless as MONUSCO or another UNAMIR, then spend the next 20 years giving our people biscuits and cardboard.
One thing is certain: The Government of Rwanda will protect its people and everyone who lives here—resolutely and decisively. The question is not whether Rwanda will defend itself, but what must happen to prevent further escalation.
The answer is obvious. The root of this crisis lies in the DRC’s continued collusion with genocidal forces and its deliberate fueling of regional instability.
International actors must demand an immediate end to Kinshasa’s support for FDLR and associated extremist elements. The presence of offensive foreign forces in the region, operating under the guise of ‘peacekeeping,’ must be removed. Permanent security guarantees must also be established along our shared border.
Regarding the inter-Congolese conflict, dialogue between the DRC government and M23 is not only the most pragmatic approach but the only one that offers the prospect of lasting peace.
Anything short of this is a meaningless delay, a refusal to confront reality, and a failure to learn from history.
Sanctions left, right and center.
But will sanctions against Rwanda improve the lives of the Congolese people?
Will they end poverty for those toiling in Congo's mines?
Will they finally make Congo's minerals develop Congo?
Will they ever benefit its people?
This is 2025!