Edmond Okello

Msc.agribusines Enterprise Development GU(ongoing)
Lead Entrepreneur Aquaculture community initiative Kyoga (ACIK)
Bsc.Agric
Guild Speaker (Emeritus), GU

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But @SpireJim 😂😂

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@MrCharlesky yes

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@UG_confesses Now go back and tell her in her language

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@fidexcode @KamugishaA16104 Running a stationary shop

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@birungifariah When coming please come with a menue and prices for each service

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@Nyaburinyauma Get fresh guava leaves and boil. I short time she will be fine

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@JosephineSimply @Weirdconfessed A gold digger touched🤣🤣

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@MasabaDaniel What is the secret

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@SpireJim @Airtel_Ug Please look at @mtnug, especially their data bundles. i loaded 6GB at 9 am, and by 12 pm, it was no more. The Gaga bundles have become so useless

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@Nagujja97 @Weirdconfessed Share the book, please

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My brother, you have gold, but can I tell you something? Never get tempted to look outside, the devil doesnt love nice things. have a blessed marriage

[Weird Confessions @Weirdconfessed]

I had always thought I knew everything about my wife. Her laughter, her favorite meals, the way she hummed to herself while cooking, even the quiet sigh she made before falling asleep. But it was only when I found something hidden inside her pillow that I realized there were still treasures of her heart I had yet to discover.

One evening, while changing the beddings, I noticed her pillow felt heavier than usual. Curiosity got the better of me, and as I slipped the case off, I saw a small opening along the seam. Gently, I pressed it, and something crinkled inside.

I reached in and pulled out a folded stack of papers, delicate with time. At first, I hesitated—was I invading her privacy? But my wife had never kept secrets from me, and something about the care with which these papers were tucked away told me they were meant to be found, someday.

Unfolding the first page, my eyes met her handwriting.

It wasn’t a list or a diary it was a letter. Addressed to me.

The first one was dated years ago, from the week we had our very first argument as a married couple. She had written about her fears of losing me, how deeply she loved me even when she couldn’t find the words to say it aloud.

Another letter was from the night I was away on a long work trip. She had written how empty the bed felt without me, how she tucked my shirt under her pillow just to feel close.

Letter after letter, I read pieces of her heart I had never known she had put on paper. Some were tear-stained, others filled with playful doodles, but each carried a message of love raw, vulnerable, and endlessly true.

By the time I reached the last note, my eyes were wet. It was recent, written only a month ago. She thanked me for choosing her every day, for the small gestures I didn’t realize mattered so much. And then she wrote:

"If he ever finds these, it means he cares enough to look deeper. And if you’re reading this, my love, know that every dream I had was softer because you were beside me."

I folded the letters back carefully, kissed her pillow, and tucked them in again exactly where she left them. That night, as I held her close while she slept, I didn’t say a word. But my heart whispered a thousand thank-yous for the hidden treasure I had found.

What I discovered in my wife’s pillow was not paper. It was proof of a love that had lived in silence, woven into every breath we had shared.

[Weird Confessions @Weirdconfessed]

I had always thought I knew everything about my wife. Her laughter, her favorite meals, the way she hummed to herself while cooking, even the quiet sigh she made before falling asleep. But it was only when I found something hidden inside her pillow that I realized there were still treasures of her heart I had yet to discover.

One evening, while changing the beddings, I noticed her pillow felt heavier than usual. Curiosity got the better of me, and as I slipped the case off, I saw a small opening along the seam. Gently, I pressed it, and something crinkled inside.

I reached in and pulled out a folded stack of papers, delicate with time. At first, I hesitated—was I invading her privacy? But my wife had never kept secrets from me, and something about the care with which these papers were tucked away told me they were meant to be found, someday.

Unfolding the first page, my eyes met her handwriting.

It wasn’t a list or a diary it was a letter. Addressed to me.

The first one was dated years ago, from the week we had our very first argument as a married couple. She had written about her fears of losing me, how deeply she loved me even when she couldn’t find the words to say it aloud.

Another letter was from the night I was away on a long work trip. She had written how empty the bed felt without me, how she tucked my shirt under her pillow just to feel close.

Letter after letter, I read pieces of her heart I had never known she had put on paper. Some were tear-stained, others filled with playful doodles, but each carried a message of love raw, vulnerable, and endlessly true.

By the time I reached the last note, my eyes were wet. It was recent, written only a month ago. She thanked me for choosing her every day, for the small gestures I didn’t realize mattered so much. And then she wrote:

"If he ever finds these, it means he cares enough to look deeper. And if you’re reading this, my love, know that every dream I had was softer because you were beside me."

I folded the letters back carefully, kissed her pillow, and tucked them in again exactly where she left them. That night, as I held her close while she slept, I didn’t say a word. But my heart whispered a thousand thank-yous for the hidden treasure I had found.

What I discovered in my wife’s pillow was not paper. It was proof of a love that had lived in silence, woven into every breath we had shared.

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@Weirdconfessed The only way to win her is to let her go and you focus on yourself. You say you have money invest, buy land, start businesses, hit the gym, smell good. She will come running

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@Weirdconfessed First share your location

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@Weirdconfessed Instead of playing the same game, try opening up a calm, honest conversation. Let your partner know that you’ve noticed how long he spends in the bathroom, and how that affects you. Not as an attack, but as a way to say: “Hey, I’m tired too

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@Weirdconfessed It happens — you scratched an itch. You're not the first or last. But now that it’s messy, use this as a lesson. In the future, especially with someone in a position of power over you, ask yourself if the short-term pleasure is worth the long-term awkwardness. You’re not trapped

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@Weirdconfessed You’ve made it through the hard part already (the separation). Now it’s about reclaiming the man you want to be on your own. Start small. Buy the damn toilet paper. Then move on to bigger things.
You’ve got this.

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@Weirdconfessed You weren’t “never meant for love.” That’s a lie pain tells you to keep you from growing.
You just haven’t yet allowed yourself to sit still long enough—without sex, without the chase—to discover what genuine love feels like.
You’re not too far gone. You just need a reset.

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@Weirdconfessed First, cheating back to “balance” the gender scale might feel like sweet revenge, but it doesn’t really heal anything. It just multiplies the damage. If someone breaks your trust, the best form of strength isn’t doing what they did—it’s deciding whether the relationship is worth

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@CapitalFMUganda Reach out to her, not to defend yourself, but to express love. Say, you don’t need to carry blame, but extending peace shows emotional maturity—and might be the bridge that helps her https://t.co/mXvSnfyqSP the end, no one is perfect.