Tomorrow, the NONSENSE of certain people stealing our people's wealth because they are 'Connected' will cease forever! We shall rebuild our country and indeed rehabilitate it from the ravages of Corruption!
@IsmaelKiyonga@_DeclanRice@Arsenal Same old narratives
Super contradictions,the same English media under FWA voted for Bruno Fernandes as their best player.The last time I checked he wasn't English.
In my first year at the helm of @AbsaUganda, I’ve spent far more time in conversation with business owners than I have reviewing reports and spreadsheets. I’ve sat with entrepreneurs navigating the complexities of a shifting market to listen to how they are tightening operations, rethinking strategy, and finding the resolve to keep moving forward.
Because that’s where the real story of our economy lives.
Today we have reported strong financial results. But those numbers reflect something deeper. Trust. They reflect customers who continue to choose and trust us, with deposits growing steadily as more individuals and businesses build with us.
They reflect deliberate decisions around how we deployed capital, strengthened our balance sheet, and continued to support key sectors that drive Uganda’s economy. They reflect a business that is adapting to how customers want to bank today, with growing adoption of digital payments and simpler, faster ways to transact.
And beyond that, they reflect impact. I am most proud of our “social capital.” Whether it’s keeping girls in school, driving financial literacy, or championing sustainability, we are proving that you can grow a business while growing as a force for good in the community.
I believe this is what growth looks like in Uganda today. Imperfect conditions, but progress in spite of them.
This year deepened my understanding of what it takes to sustain the growth. And that remains the focus: staying close to the real economy, strengthening trust, and enabling it to keep moving forward.
I thank our teams, our customers, regulators, and partners for being part of this journey.
TRIBUTE: Remembering the Light and Wit of Aine Wilson Sharp
My father was, above all else, a passionate English teacher. I had the rare privilege of being his student; his gift for clarity made even the most complex concepts seem simple. In a moment like this, he likely would have found the perfect grammatical structure for the occasion: “No sooner had the internet been switched off than God called me to my permanent home.”
In 2017, a simple thorn prick on the finger changed my father’s life forever. We learned then how merciless diabetes can be; in less than four weeks, Dad lost his right arm. For a man who lived by the pen and the hoe, this could have been the end of his productivity. Instead, it was a new beginning. With incredible discipline, he taught himself to do everything with his left hand. He didn't just survive; he served. Whether as the church treasurer or the PDM village coordinator - filling out forms for those who couldn't write - he did more with one arm than most people do with two. This was the indomitable spirit of Aine Wilson Sharp.
Though he spent much of his career as a headteacher - a role that often commands fear - Dad was different. He earned a deep, instinctive respect from pupils and staff alike, not through intimidation, but through his character. He was the definition of humble, kind, and caring.
But the quality I will miss most was his incredible sense of humour. He had a rare alchemy - the ability to extract laughter from the gloomiest person in the room, no matter the circumstances. He lit up the darkness, and that light remains with us.
From drafting schemes of work to tending to the farms, Mzee was the embodiment of hard work and results. At his send-off, my brother, Katto, reminded us of our days in the garden. Just as we finished digging what we thought was a full day’s work, we would see Dad start another section (orugyezi) and begin again. This was typical of him; he taught us to never grow weary of honest labour.
He was also a man of firm principles. I remember well the day a neighbour’s chickens were stolen. When the thief’s tool, a knife from our own kitchen, was found at the scene, I was held answerable since the kitchen was my department! It was a difficult day of reckoning until an eyewitness surfaced and the true culprit was caught. The thief had slipped into our home while we slept, but Dad’s lesson stayed with me: accountability matters, and negligence has consequences.
See you when we meet again. May Your Soul Rest in Eternal Peace, Dad.