All the money that you have failed to find in your pockets, bank accounts, mobile money accounts all your lives has been discovered in Annet Anita Among’s house! All currencies!
Oh My Goodness 😳🙌
There’s too much money and then there is Money that’s been found in AAA’s house at Mackinon Road! Three huge bedrooms full of cash isn’t a sight you’ve ever had in life!
Uganda is actually a rich country!
Read this somewhere:👇🏼
Life can give you 5 kids and take them all again when you're just watching. Life can also give you one child and allow you to grow old as you watch him/her grow.
The same life can give you marriage without children. It can also give one beautiful child without marriage. It can give you marriage, lots of money and a beautiful child that needs medical attention consistently.
The same life can give you very good academic papers without employment. It can as well choose not to allow you to have any papers but allow you to be successful in businesses.
Life is a mystery.
Be humble.
#UnpopularOpinion #378. *Warning. Long post. It’s important to inhibit anger & frustration and listen to someone. On Friday as I retired late in the evening from office, a driver crashed into me at the Katabi traffic lights in Entebbe. We were both in the inner lane meaning we were wheeling onto our right to Katabi barracks junction. He was in front of me & when the lights allowed us, he drove as if he’s going that direction. Seeing that he was too slow, I drove to his left because the seconds given by the lights at that junction are only 10. As I pushed to beat the seconds, I had a huge crash. Actually, he never intended to branch. He was driving to Entebbe Airport. I immediately stopped & inquired from him why he did so. We moved to safety & I tried to call the police. He begged that I don’t, since he feared them. He requested that we solve the issue. I demanded that he repairs my car. He asked to be told how much it is. 1m I said. He looked to the skies. 50k sir. “Ok, give me your DP”. He did. I kept it & told him to go & we sort it out the following day. He called again on Saturday to say he could afford 150k. Yesterday he came over to my office to deliver the money. So, I left my office to go and get his DP from my car. Unknown to him(police officer in me), I was monitoring him through the window. He started to wipe tears from his eyes. When I came back, he pretended he was ok. It was at this time that I inquired about who he was & what he went to do in Entebbe. Apparently, he’s a veteran who retired 10 years ago. He’s struggled to put food on the table. His wife left him. He got that old Premio from sale of mukene in small tins in Namungoona. Someone paid him only 100k to pick a relative who had suffered mental issues from “Sawudi” He bought fuel for 50k hoping to keep 40k after paying 10 for EHW road toll. “Now this kisirani”. He borrowed 150k to come & pay me. By the time he finished the narration, I was crying with him. “Mzalendo. Hamka. Nimekusaheme”. Is it possible to hear someone out before we vet our anger?
#UnpopularOpinion #378. *Warning. Long post. It’s important to inhibit anger & frustration and listen to someone. On Friday as I retired late in the evening from office, a driver crashed into me at the Katabi traffic lights in Entebbe. We were both in the inner lane meaning we were wheeling onto our right to Katabi barracks junction. He was in front of me & when the lights allowed us, he drove as if he’s going that direction. Seeing that he was too slow, I drove to his left because the seconds given by the lights at that junction are only 10. As I pushed to beat the seconds, I had a huge crash. Actually, he never intended to branch. He was driving to Entebbe Airport. I immediately stopped & inquired from him why he did so. We moved to safety & I tried to call the police. He begged that I don’t, since he feared them. He requested that we solve the issue. I demanded that he repairs my car. He asked to be told how much it is. 1m I said. He looked to the skies. 50k sir. “Ok, give me your DP”. He did. I kept it & told him to go & we sort it out the following day. He called again on Saturday to say he could afford 150k. Yesterday he came over to my office to deliver the money. So, I left my office to go and get his DP from my car. Unknown to him(police officer in me), I was monitoring him through the window. He started to wipe tears from his eyes. When I came back, he pretended he was ok. It was at this time that I inquired about who he was & what he went to do in Entebbe. Apparently, he’s a veteran who retired 10 years ago. He’s struggled to put food on the table. His wife left him. He got that old Premio from sale of mukene in small tins in Namungoona. Someone paid him only 100k to pick a relative who had suffered mental issues from “Sawudi” He bought fuel for 50k hoping to keep 40k after paying 10 for EHW road toll. “Now this kisirani”. He borrowed 150k to come & pay me. By the time he finished the narration, I was crying with him. “Mzalendo. Hamka. Nimekusaheme”. Is it possible to hear someone out before we vet our anger?