Stuart Inks N'Mureba.

social media is a voice to the voiceless. Whoever left us in the forest has no authority of asking us what we killed.
Raggae music is therapy.
Argumentative.

[Stuart Inks N'Mureba. @StuartInks]

@NXhing65032 Goodmorning too

[KISFRA @Kisfra1]

Because I have no influence, because I’m not a public figure, because I have no numbers! No one is shaken or concerned about my situation.
@UEDCLTD can not even come out to apologize for constantly switching on and off electricity, something that is costing us. You struggle with rent, put many other things aside and buy some of these electronics to simplify life and in no minute, they all get destroyed.

I’m yet to asses the level of damage of my cooker and tv, if they are beyond repair, I have to look for money to buy new ones and replace simply because @UEDCLTD has failed to do its job!

This is so saddening and I can only imagine the number of Ugandans suffering in silence due to the same but have no where to run to!

[Stuart Inks N'Mureba. @StuartInks]

@msofiasonia8 Ogabye otya..

[Sofia💜 Sonia🦋 M💸 @msofiasonia8]

If she has this kind of mentality to men 🟥🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩.

[Stuart Inks N'Mureba. @StuartInks]

@Peacebusingye4 Morning too

[Stuart Inks N'Mureba. @StuartInks]

@msofiasonia8 And the final goal ofcourse after all those mentioned will be segz

[Stuart Inks N'Mureba. @StuartInks]

@AKepher @grok That's why I got afraid of applying for one..once I got to know that such issues can also araise then I just had to call the pressure.

[Stuart Inks N'Mureba. @StuartInks]

@rwenzori_ When your lost in any place around..go to a betting house place a ticket of 1k sit for about five minutes then ask the people in that hall your actual direction... Betting people help their fellows

[Stuart Inks N'Mureba. @StuartInks]

@NIRA_Ug What do I need to come with if I want to get a new ID when the previous one got lost when it was already expired..?

[Omupakasi @kutegyekaivan1]

BROTHERHOOD FOR SALE

sad to see our own Acholi people allegedly brutalising their own brother, tiktoker Ocan, simply for expressing his political views

imagine abducting & beating your own brother just to please powerful people, so political loyalty has reached a level where u must beat your own blood to prove your loyalty? abapakasi, when did divergent ideas become a crime?

u can support whoever u want, but no political connection is worth sacrificing your own brother’s dignity & human rights
#omupakasi

[Stuart Inks N'Mureba. @StuartInks]

@BekarSebat51443 But tuwerezza collapsed long time ago may be they are looking for relevance

[Stuart Inks N'Mureba. @StuartInks]

@msofiasonia8 🤣🤣

[Stuart Inks N'Mureba. @StuartInks]

@kutegyekaivan1 @BajeProducts Happy belated birthday wishes

[DR MORGANS @DrMorgans01]

When this pops up on your TL please retweet so that more people can see how Museveni’s song @mkainerugaba tortures those that speak against his father’s dictatorship and misrule

[Stuart Inks N'Mureba. @StuartInks]

@Esau_Matsiko @Arsenal After they win the champions league..

[Adam Nuwamanya🇺🇬 @AdamNuwamanya]

MY FIRST TEACHER — MY MOTHER

This Teachers’ Week, I choose to celebrate my first teacher: my mother, Ms. Kiconco (gift) Edray Muramiira — a strong lover of education, which life’s upheavals unfortunately denied her.

Dr. @MuramuziDr, she is your sister. You know this musiingo lady whose totem are the red ants (ensanafu, empazi).

In the early 1990s, as a young mother, she could not afford school fees for our primary education. But she refused to let financial incapacitation become an excuse for our education.

She walked to nearby primary schools, borrowed English and Arithmetic textbooks, and taught us sounds (calling things as sings, you can imagine), counting, simple addition and subtraction, sometimes using obuceence, obushekye, obukyokori bwa soda, as our learning aids.

Her fellow women in Rwenkuba Village envied her.

“Mbwenu eseente zabuzire, kambeshomeseze.”

A total gold sealed in rags.

I still remember one lesson she repeatedly taught me:

“Adam, never underestimate anything. Small things matter.”

I kept those words. And indeed, as I look back now, I realise that the small things have mattered enormously.

She named me Nuwamanya — “God is the one who knows.” Even today, whenever you ask her about something that appears impossible to us but remains possible in the eyes of God, she gives you the same answer: God knows.

The picture captures her with our last-born, my sister Polline, born in 2007 — now a scientist of BCM, a combination different from the others in the family. Mine was HEL/K, another sibling took DEG/A, while two others did not reach that far in their education.

But perhaps that is the point of her story: education is not merely about the combinations we studied; it is about the possibilities a teacher opens in a child’s life.

My mother may never have had the opportunity to receive the education she desired, but she became a teacher anyway.

And before I knew what a classroom was, she was my classroom.

Happy #TeachersDay2026 to my first teacher, my mother. ❤️

[Stuart Inks N'Mureba. @StuartInks]

@kutegyekaivan1 Bang banga the table am with you on this matter

[Stuart Inks N'Mureba. @StuartInks]

@roxie_ug From kisaasi Tuula to mutungo Bina..just after the market..

[Stuart Inks N'Mureba. @StuartInks]

@Big_Kemmy Eeeh man was solid