Nick Cannon's Business Accountant Allegedly Embezzles $2 Million, Flees U.S.
“..Authorities believe Musoke has fled to Uganda, where he reportedly holds dual citizenship with the United States.”https://t.co/xBTyMlhlmS via @TMZ
The story of Ongodia Levi, a pupil with a disability from Agule Primary School in Bukedi Region, who has passionately taken up cricket.
Through training and dedication, he has learned how to bat, bowl, and field—proving that passion knows no limits.
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A man in Kakiri was told to pay a balance of UGX 4.7M after losing a land case… he came through with boxes of 50 shilling coins. These are more than 94,000 coins😁
Court was like “mahn, we are not doing this today”.
Ugandans are something else 😂
Game of Thrones star Maisie Williams visited 🇺🇬's Bwindi National Park,describing the experience as “once in a lifetime”
Malsie is championing @WWFUganda's “Adopt a Gorilla” program, which supports ongoing conservation efforts across Uganda
#ShowMeUganda#ExploreUganda
FRIDAY NIGHTS: WHEN WE OWED YOU NOTHING!
There was a time in the 80s, when #Kampala weekends had a clear destination, and they still do - and if your stars aligned, your shoes pointed straight to Chez Joseph on Kimathi Avenue.
Opposite @KCCAUG , the place stood like a nightclub and a social sorting hat rolled into one. You didn’t just enter - you qualified. Money helped. Connections helped more. Confidence? That was your wildcard. This was the most popular hangout joint for the youth back then.
Inside, the formula was sacred: blue, red, yellow bulbs… a mirror ball spinning like it had secrets… and at the far end, the DJ box - where DJ Telematch (Mukiibi) conducted the night like a high priest of vinyl. When he dropped a track, it was no longer a dance floor -it was a declaration, like he did one night when he dropped 'Jack the Groove' by Raze.
But before all that glory and celebration0? Survival.
Because not all of us arrived fully funded. Some of us passed by the shadows of the old Ministry of Labour building - near that legendary old abandoned trench - now Workers House, that looked deep enough to swallow your future - where a quiet economist of the night sold K. Yes, Kasese (Waragi). A glass. Maybe a Fanta or a Mini would set you on the path to happiness. Add lime. Suddenly, the world made sense -and more importantly, you had courage capital.
Then came “Footsubishi” - our hybrid transport system. Meanwhile, the chosen few rolled in -borrowed or “temporarily reassigned” father’s car - packed like a matatu of ambition. Driver brings the ride. One friend brings the entrance fee. Another negotiates with the kanyama at the gate. Teamwork made the nightlife work.
Inside? Ah. You bought one beer at 11pm - and nursed it like an investment portfolio till 1am. Holding that bottle wasn’t thirst. It was status. You danced not because you had much - but because, for those hours, you lacked nothing.
Then the morning came, uninvited but inevitable.
You walked back up Kimathi Avenue, eyes red, spirit undefeated, past the early church goers, the saints at Christ the King Church. They stared. You stared back.
Under your breath: “Why are you looking at me?”
Their eyes said “Bambi.”
Yours replied -without words - Do I.O.U? Not today.
Because Friday night had cleared all debts.
At least until next weekend.
To #HappyFridays #Uganda
Video courtesy: Mad shots