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Thank youuuu!!!
And sometimes they are denied access to areas that need urgent response when they want to deliver help and assistance!!
Who is allowing bad black into schools to he role models?
@MercyLakiskis@AKasingye this is not right
Should these kids grow up thinking that is the correct way?
@Educ_SportsUg
Uganda πΊπ¬ President Yoweri Museveni has demanded a detailed explanation from the Finance Ministry after an audit revealed that more than $14 million allocated for repaying loans to the World Bank and the African Development Bank was allegedly misdirected.
The funds, which were designated for debt servicing, were reportedly transferred to private bank accounts in the UK and Japan.
Museveni has instructed officials to clarify how the money was diverted, identify those involved, and reveal the beneficiaries.
Authorities have started an investigation, raising further worries about public financial management.
Army arrests stir fear, panic
βI never thought there would come a time when I would look at Museveni positively. But now I think we were better off with Museveni than with his son. At least Museveni would do bad things and deny them. This one breaks the law and is happy to tweet about it. We are living through very dangerous times.β
https://t.co/ObUbKp9I26
My name is a fictional Walter. I had been a delivery driver for over a decade, and I thought I had seen every kind of street, every kind of family, every kind of morning.
I knew which dogs barked, which porches creaked, and which neighbors waved. My route was simple. My life was steady. I was a quiet man living a quiet life, and that was enough for me.
Until the morning I met Lily.
I had just stepped out of my truck with a small box in my hand when I heard a door slam shut down the street. Then I heard shouting. Loud, angry, frightening shouting. Before I could understand what was happening, a tiny figure in pink pajamas came running toward me, barefoot on the cold pavement. She was no more than seven years old. Her hair was tangled, her cheeks were wet, and her little arms were wrapped around her chest as if she were trying to hold herself together.
She did not stop running until she reached me.
She threw her arms around my legs and held on like I was the last safe place in the world. She did not say a word. She just trembled. I knelt down slowly, told her my name was Walter, and asked if she was alright. She whispered her name. Lily. That was all she could manage.
I lifted her gently and carried her to my delivery truck. I gave her my jacket. I called for help. And I sat with her, talking softly about silly things, like the color of the sky and the names of clouds, until the police arrived and the noise from her house finally stopped.
I went home that night, but I could not sleep. Her little face stayed with me. Her grip on my jacket. Her silence.
Days later I learned that Lily had been placed in a children's home. She had no close family. No one was coming for her.
So I went.
I brought her a small stuffed bear and a coloring book. The first visit, she did not speak. The second visit, she gave me a quiet wave. By the fifth visit, she smiled. By the tenth visit, she ran to me the same way she had that morning on the street, only this time, without fear.
One afternoon, while we were coloring together, she looked up at me with the most serious eyes I had ever seen and asked, "Walter, can I come live with you?"
I felt my heart stop.
Then I felt it begin again, stronger than before.
The road to adoption was not easy. There were forms, interviews, home visits, and long quiet nights wondering if I was good enough. But love has a way of making the impossible feel like the only path forward. The day the judge handed me the papers, Lily was in the courtroom holding my hand. She was wearing a white dress and a smile so big it filled the room.
People often tell me I saved her that morning.
But the truth is much deeper.
She gave me a reason to come home in a hurry. She filled a house that had been silent for too many years. She taught me that family is not always who you start with. Sometimes, family is who runs into your arms when you least expect it.
She thinks I saved her.
But truly she saved me too. π
To this strong woman who braved trumped up charges in jail, never let it stop her. She came back and started from where she had stopped. To serve, to challenge, to speak against injustice.
Happy Heroes day @linazed2
Ate nno nga already alina omulimu!
Kati awo nneebuuza obwa ppolofeesa oba bwa ddala...kubanga,ppolofeesa waawaa atalina pride in who he is after all those years doing his PhD?? Oba eringa ya Balaam??ππ