Could FIFA organise a three-tire competition all running at the same time to give every country a chance to experience top-level glory similar to UEFAโs Champions League, Europa League and Conference League?
uganda's customer care, especially in the informal sector, needs to be studied
as my laundry lady, what do you mean by "neyanziza mukwano"?
let's stick to laundry, Jovia
This was me on the day I finally left Kampala. December 11 2025. The truck arrived around 1pm with exactly two people to help load my stuff onto the truck. The furniture alone needed at least four strong men and the blessing of the ancestors, so I ended up joining the loading myself.
We set off at 5pm. By then I had done a full day of heavy lifting on the two hours of sleep I had managed the night before, the rest of which went into packing. My friend who came to help with the packing genuinely rescued that day, but then stealthily filmed this video of me in the truck, fighting sleep and losing badly.
The traffic that Thursday deserves its own post. It took us nearly three hours just to crawl from the city to Kyengera. We reached Lyantonde at 2am on December 12th, and I spent the following week unpacking, rearranging, and sleeping in fragments while the house slowly started to feel like mine.
The reward for all of it has been my health, both body and mind. I jog twice a week now. I have a place to play basketball and volleyball whenever I want. I cook for myself every single day, and the food here is fresh from the market, which is the kind of small blessing you only appreciate after years of eating tired vegetables that travelled too far before reaching your plate. Sometimes the people in the communities I work in pack food for me, and there is a particular sweetness to eating something grown and given by people you love.
I have not caught flu even once since leaving Kampala, and for a person who used to get it every two months like a subscription I never signed up for, that is a genuine miracle. The only time it tried to return was during a visit back to the city. I had barely reached Busega when my throat started itching, right on cue, as though Kampala had spotted me at the stage and decided to send a welcome gift.
The practical things work better here too, which surprised me. Aside from a week and a half in March when our power had real problems, electricity has been steadier than anything I experienced in Kampala. On the rare day it goes off, it returns in under twenty minutes. I still get shocked it comes back that fast. There were about four days when it stayed off longer, and even then UEDCL had announced a planned maintenance shutdown beforehand, which felt almost suspiciously considerate. The internet is shockingly more reliable than in the city.
The truth underneath all of it is that I moved away from most of the things that were stressing me, and I now spend my days doing work I actually love and care about.
Something in Kampala's air was at war with my body, and something in the way things work there was at war with my mind. So to everyone still living there without a permanent cough and a clenched jaw, I salute you. Your immune systems and your nervous systems deserve the Ballon d'Or, every single one of you. #MelvinDiary