Mr. Ibrahim Bukenya, ED Stroke Rehabilitation Centre will be presenting: Clinical Outcomes of Cognitive Rehabilitation Therapy in Stroke Patients: Experience from Stroke Rehabilitation Centre-Wampewo at #UAPScientificConference2025
Date: 12/12/2025
Venue: Esella Country Hotel
This Friday, the 2025 Physiotherapy Scientific Conference will be held under the theme: “Intergrating Research and Technology in Physiotherapy Practice”
Date: 12/12/2025
Venue: Esella Country Hotel
Time: 8:00am- 5:00pm
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Mothers and their sons, what a concept, man!
Then there was Mukyaala Allen, who decided to leave like she was just stepping out to buy salt and would be back before sunset. Yet she never came back.
For years between eight and seventeen, I blamed her and her husband for leaving so early. I was angry at her especially. I mean, how could she? She was my hero. She was my safe place. That woman was my everything. I never left her side. I went everywhere with her. To the kitchen, to the garden, to the women meetings she always went to.
I crossed the flooded waters of River Rwizi on her shoulders on trips to her birth place in Karagwe, Itojo, because I was not to be left behind. I was hers and she was mine. She was my whole universe. She is the person that made the world make sense.
At eight, you know nothing about life except what it is like with your mother. You cannot even imagine her being gone for three days, let alone forever.
Growing up without her felt like being thrown into a storm without a coat. I had no business taking care of myself at eight. None. And yet there I was, doing it anyway because life did not pause for me to catch my breath.
As you grow older, you tell yourself you have to be strong. You convince yourself that life is ahead and that you must keep moving, even if it means pretending nothing ever happened. So, you bury it. You bury everything. The memory of her. Her face. Her voice. You bury them so deep in your mind that it almost feels like she was just a story you once heard from someone else. She ceases feeling like someone you knew; someone who carried you on her back.
For many years, my brain did its magic and protected me from the memories. Sometimes I would be talking to someone about their mother and suddenly realize I had not thought about mine for months, maybe even years.
I do not think children ever grieve properly. We do not have the language or maturity for grief, only the raw emotion. All I felt back then was anger and hunger. For me, grieving meant pushing everything that concerned her and her husband to the back of my mind and locking it up. I told myself I would never look there again.
Years later after so many events in between—must have been in my senior six vacation—I went back to Buhanama. That visit broke something open in me. I sat there, on the red earth of that place, and cried like my eight-year-old self had been waiting for that exact day to finally let it all out. I talked to the air, to the soil, to the wind. I confessed my anger, my pain, my sense of betrayal. And that night, something happened. She came back to me.
She came back in my dreams, looking as beautiful and alive as I remembered her, like no time had passed. She tapped my shoulder from a seat behind mine in a taxi. We talked. We had the kind of conversation that changes you forever, the kind you wake up from feeling like the air around you is new. For the first time in years, I felt a little peace in my chest, like she had reached across from wherever she is to remind me that she had not truly left.
I am keeping the details of that conversation for another day. But I will tell you this: I woke up that morning feeling like she had put my heart back together and whispered, “You can live now.” And so, I started to.
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On 15th February, Uganda Association of Physiotherapy joined occupational therapists, orthopedic technologists, and orthopedic officers at an Inter-professional Mini Football Tournament organised by @Insorthotics#UAP#ugandaphysios#INSOL
Uganda Association of Physiotherapy held its Executive Handover Ceremony last Saturday at Fairway Boutique Hotel, Kampala.
We were honored to have Dr. Bernard Patrick Ogwel, Secretary General of the National Council of Sports @NCSUganda1 as Guest of Honor
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🇺🇬 Happy Independence Day, Uganda! 🇺🇬
As we celebrate 62 years of freedom, we reflect on our role as physiotherapists in promoting health and empowering our communities towards independence. Let’s continue to build a healthier, stronger nation together. #IndependenceDayUg
Happy #WorldPTDay! 🎉✨
‘To all the amazing physio and Future Pts, today is a celebration of YOU—your dedication, your expertise, and your unwavering commitment to improving lives. Let’s keep pushing boundaries, and empowering every individual to live their best, pain-free life’