And don’t forget to pray for your country. Don’t leave that to someone else, they are also leaving it to someone else and someone else might be too bitter or too preoccupied to remember that prayer changes things. Do not give up. Pray, wherever and whoever you are. It is not in vain. Please pray. This is not business as usual.
Daycare calls me. That's never good.
For them.
Daycare: "your son hurt his elbow and won't move his arm. Can you come take him to a doctor's office?"
Me (ex Special Forces Medic): "A real doctor is on the way to you now. I am 6 mikes out. Alert me of status changes."
I arrive at daycare. I locate the patient. 21 month old male. Scene is not safe. I drag the patient to cover and concealment behind a seesaw, away from the other small terrorists in the AO.
I begin my assessment. Blood sweep negative for massive hemorrhage. Mental status: conscious and verbal but confused (answers "dada" when asked for blood type). One breath every 2 seconds. Bilateral rise and fall of the chest. Strong carotid pulse, strong bilat radial pulse.
Teeth and tongue intact no blood no mucus no dip or foreign objects. Eyes PERRLA, negative JVD/trach deviation, C-spine intact upon palpation.
Heart sounds strong upon auscultation. Percussion negative for hemo-T. Abdominal quads normal upon palpation. Pelvis negative for book sign.
Arms and legs negative for crepitus. However, Patient indicates discomfort in right arm upon palpation and supination/flexion of the elbow.
Nursemaid's elbow.
I begin interventions. Supination/flexion technique complete at 1215. Palpable clunk on successful reduction. I write the time on his chest in Sharpie. I tape a popsicle to his hand and tell the patient to suck but do not bite/chew. I write "1 x popsicle (10g sugar)" on his chest in Sharpie.
I reassess the patient after performing interventions then package the patient for handoff to daycare/higher level of care. I yell at daycare over the Blackhawk in my head: "21 month old male!!! Nursemaids elbow!!! Treated with supination/flexion technique at 1215!!! Patient has 1 x popsicle onboard!!"
Daycare: "sir please leave."
Me: "you should have called my wife."
In May 2013, the government of Uganda sent armed police to shut down the country’s biggest independent newspaper because it printed something the regime insisted was a lie. Thirteen years later, the man at the centre of that so-called lie has gone on Twitter countless times, unprompted, to tell us it was all true.
Let me take you back, because the story is almost too neat.
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God’s Good News
Hebrews 7:25
Jesus is able to save completely those who come to God through him, because he always lives to intercede for them.
Ephesians 2:8-9
It is by grace you have been saved, through faith, not by works, so that no one can boast.
Guys, please help ask the mayor to give me this chair, I will rework it for free and bring back to it glory times of history that fits the mayor and bring it back to KCCA.
Free of charge @KCCAED@KCCAUG
When butter was demonised, Unilever sold margarine.
When tallow was demonised, Procter and Gamble sold Crisco.
When eggs were demonised, Kellogg's sold cereal.
When red meat was demonised, Cargill sold soy.
When raw milk was demonised, Nestle sold infant formula.
When leather was demonised, BASF sold PVC.
When wool was demonised, ExxonMobil sold polyester feedstock.
When animal fat was demonised, the seed-oil industry grew from a niche product to the most consumed food ingredient on earth.
Every demonisation of an animal product made a specific group of shareholders very rich.
Every one of those products had been eaten by humans for thousands of years without incident.
The science changed the moment a substitute existed to sell.
Follow the money. The advice will start to make a lot more sense.
Uganda again and this one hits differently.
The Ross Langdon Health Education Centre in Mannya was designed by an architect who never got to see it built. Ross Langdon passed away in 2013. Studio FH Architects and Localworks realized his design anyway, as a tribute and as a gift to a rural community in Rakai that needed it.
The building seats 150 people. No electricity needed during the day. No conventional windows.
Instead, perforated brick screens that filter natural light across the interior. Eucalyptus poles as the structural frame. Mukeka reed mats for the ceiling, made by local craftspeople. And the detail that stops you: plastic bottles filled with water and bleach, inserted through the roof layer. Each one refracts sunlight and acts as a daytime light bulb. Zero cost. Zero energy. Full illumination.
This is called the Litres of Light technique, a low-tech solution already used across communities in the Global South that most architects importing steel and glass have never considered.
Brick, reed, eucalyptus, and a plastic bottle. That’s the material list. That’s the building.
📍Ross Langdon Health Education Centre, Mannya, Rakai, Uganda.
Architects: Ross Langdon / Studio FH/ Localworks.
Client: Cotton On Foundation.
A prayer I found in the diary of a young 18th century physician. Had to save to pray the same for myself.
“Lord, Thou knowest what thou art designing to do with me in Life, qualify me for it, and then mercifully call me forth unto it!”
Amen.
Years ago, I lost a family member to commercial sex work. She contracted HIV and couldn’t accept it. Within two years, it progressed to AIDS. I nursed her for three weeks before she died. I had her phone throughout and it kept buzzing 🧵
Unpopular opinion: Google is lowkey doing Uganda dirty 😭
Hey @Google@googlemaps@googleafrica, I know the chances of this reaching you are pretty scarce but, am just a guy optimistic and trying His luck, I realize the street view of almost all Uganda is quite outdated.... since 2015💀
Obama was still president. Rihanna hadn't ghosted music yet. Drake and Meek Mill were still beefing. I was 16 years old.
Tourists and investors researching Uganda online are seeing a ghost of what we used to be — not what we are.
That's actually a problem. A real one.
I'm Ronald. 25. Ugandan. 5 years Photo and Videography experience. 8 years working in tech, even though I wasn't able to go for higher Computer classes, I have adequate computer knowledge up my sleeves. I know these streets. I know this city.
@Google — I'm not just posting into the void. I'm genuinely offering to help fix this. Uganda deserves to be seen as it is TODAY. 📸🇺🇬
Who do I talk to? 👀
#Uganda #GoogleStreetView #KampalaCity #TechAfrica #RepresentAfrica
Whoever sees this, please repost until @Google sees this🙏🏾
@Ssenyonyiderick@Esau_Matsiko@TourismBoardUg@256Rootyherman@Uganda_Expozed 🙏🏾
Bayiiga QR code! Look at this friction.
Assuming you are on a computer;
1- Remove/ get your phone.
2- Unlock
3- Look for the Camera app or QR code for older versions
4- Point it at the code
5- Loads web form in your phone browser.
6- Fill it in on phone or PC if need huge files
Or. Or
You could just share a clickable link, you twats.
Also, QR code scanning can lead to serious security issues since you don’t know what link it leads to.
A surgical center in rural Uganda runs entirely off-grid.
Solar power. Teak screens, woven Nile reed ceilings, clay tiles made by local potters.
This is what African architecture looks like when planned with intention.
📍 Kyabirwa Surgical Center, Uganda
Design: George K. George
When I was contacted to help fundraise for Norah Atuhire, my immediate feeling was that I am not doing any other fundraising any time soon. I’m overwhelmed by appeals, and I can only do so much. But today, when I met the lady spearheading the attempt to save Norah’s life, I was deeply touched and had to come here to appeal to your kindness.
Norah, a primary teacher and single mother of two, is suffering from a strange disease called Lupus Erythematosus. The disease turns the body against itself, and it fights its own immunity (in lay terms). That is how it deformed Norah from her original self to look like this and suffer excruciating pain. While the disease cannot be cured, she can be treated to get back to normal life with much less pain. The medication to take her back to ‘normal’ is expensive, but we can help her in which ever way we can, They’re looking for about $4,000. See numbers on flyer.
NB: Photos shared with her full permission
Remember that time Nestlé tried to steal rooibos tea?
Rooibos only grows in one place on Earth, the Western Cape, particularly in the Cederberg region.
Nowhere else. Not Europe. Not Asia. Not the Americas. Just there.
In 2010, not satisfied with poisoning babies for decades, Swiss food giant Nestlé filed multiple patent applications attempting to claim the health and cosmetic uses of Rooibos.
Yes, a European corporation tried to patent the uses of a plant that is indigenous to South Africa, has been used for generations by local communities, and forms part of their traditional knowledge system.
Educated people call such brazen extraction of biological resources for private ownership and profit, biopiracy. Or audacia specimen-snatchia et impudentis scientiae imperium in Latin.
Fortunately, the SA government refused the brown envelopes and briefcases full of US dollars and rejected all five patent applications. There was probably a language barrier during the “negotiations”.
Then in 2019 the government formally recognised Khoi and San communities as custodians of the traditional knowledge surrounding Rooibos.
Under the agreement, they are entitled to 1.5% of the annual value of unprocessed Rooibos sold and the funds go toward cultural preservation, education, and social development.
This was a reminder that colonisers don’t just come with ships and flags anymore. Sometimes they come with patent filings. And always with briefcases.
Also, the fact that it’s even called “rooibos” is itself a form of colonialism.
I don’t speak Khoi or San, but I’m certain they don’t have that word in their indigenous lexicon. But that’s another story.