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The #Mak76thGrad was a momentous celebration of achievement, resilience, and bright futures!
Held at the iconic Freedom Square from 24th-27th February, 2026, graduands from across colleges proudly donned their academic gowns, received their degrees, and marked the culmination of years of hard work amid inspiring addresses and honorary recognitions.
🎓Congratulations to the Class of 2026!🎓
Your dedication inspires us all and strengthens our commitment continue nurturing leaders who transform Uganda and the world.
Here are a few highlights of the joy, color, and grandeur of the event.
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@DrCWCBKiyonga@MagaraLorna@ProfNawangwe@SsaliSarah@alumn_mak@OfficialMubs
Dear @ManCity ,
Greetings from your one and only official Man City fan in Africa.
My name is Rolando. Yes, I know being surrounded by loud Arsenal fans on this continent is not for the faint-hearted.
Every weekend, I defend our badge with my full chest. Sometimes alone.
I am writing today with tears in my eyes and blue blood in my veins.
Please. I beg you. Do not .. under any circumstances .. allow Arsenal F.C. to win this league.
I cannot survive it.
Do you know what it’s like when Arsenal wins just a regular match? My phone battery suffers. The status updates multiply. The voice notes become longer than podcasts. Now imagine if they win the league. I may need to relocate.
When they face Chelsea at the Emirates this Sunday, I’m already fasting in advance. But beyond that game, I need you to go on a relentless, merciless, no-draws-no-mercy winning streak until May.
No slipping.
No “we’ll fix it next week.”
No mysterious 1–1 draws.
No generous charity points.
Win like your second round in bed is at stake. Because mine is.
This is no longer just football. This is continental survival. This is peacekeeping. This is noise control.
If North London starts celebrating a title, the volume will reach levels that may disturb wildlife across Africa. I’m not exaggerating. Scientists should study this.
You are the shield. The firewall. The final blue barrier between global peace and unbearable bragging rights.
I believe in you.
My sanity depends on you.
My reputation depends on you.
My WhatsApp and twitter peace depends on you.
Please, City. Do this for your most loyal African fan.
With love, pressure, and emotional blackmail 💙
Yours faithfully,
Your only Man City fan in Africa
Dear @ManCity
My name is Nneoma, a proud Chelsea fan, writing on behalf of Chelsea supporters, the blue cartel, and all reasonable football lovers worldwide.
I’m here to beg you and also warn you that under no circumstances must you drop a single point from now until the end of the season.
Chelsea travel to the Emirates this Sunday to face Arsenal, and I want to assure you that they will not be taking all three points from that game.
Should it come to it, we would gladly sacrifice three points at Stamford Bridge for you and risk the top four rather than witness Arsenal lifting the league title.
Watching Arsenal fans cry is sweeter than Chelsea making the top four.
Do not drop a single point until May. Not one. Not even by mistake. Don’t try it.
This is bigger than rivalry. This is about public sanity.
You are the only ones who can save football from the unbearable noise pollution that would erupt from North London should the unthinkable happen.
You are the last line of defense between football peace and unbearable North London noise pollution.
The ball is in your half.
Yours sincerely,
A concerned and slightly dramatic Chelsea fan, in anti-noise solidarity.
Thank you 💙
No more countdowns, just Hearty Congratulations 🎊
It's D-Day! You've done your loved ones proud!
Share your special moments using the #Mak76thGrad hashtag and we'll keep tabs on them.
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3AM PRAYER
Almighty Father, we are back in your presence this morning.
We thank you for the new week.
We thank you for this Monday.
As bread winners in our families, we present ourselves to You, bless our hands,
Bless everything we touch.
Bless every person who gets to help us this week.
May You help us provide for the people under our care.
Sometimes things get tough, Father don’t leave us, ease the situation.
As the year comes to an end, Teach us how to give back.
Teach us how to give intentionally.
Teach us how to remember those that were there for us in difficult times.
May we start 2026 with New us.
May all the financial problems remain in 2025.
May all the social problems remain in 2025.
Diseases will end in 2025 in Jesus’ name.
May all users remain in 2025.
May you give us people of value in 2026.
May you put a mark on every person that comes our way as a friend, for identification that they are from you God.
Help us forgive and forget whoever hurt us this year.
May we begin 2026 with free and happy hearts.
In Jesus’ mighty name we have prayed
Amen 🙏🏾
#MukyalaTusimbudde
“Everyone loves Son. I know it's a big responsibility, but I'm ready to take it. I'm ready to make my own story.”
Our new #7 on what it means to wear the iconic number 🗣️
People who add sugar to their coffee--I doubt coffee itself would be proud of you. If coffee were meant to be sweet, it would have been born that way, flowing from the bean like honey but it has never changed its taste to please those who cannot bear its bitterness. It remains itself, dark and unapologetically bitter. Those who love it as it is are the ones who truly appreciate it and those who heap sugar into the cup desecrate its essence, drowning the very character that makes it coffee.
And isn’t that the same with us, human beings? To love someone is not to sprinkle sweetness over them, forcing them to taste the way you prefer. To love is to drink them whole, raw, and unaltered.
You grew up without a dad. Now you're trying to raise a son with no blueprint. And no one claps for that. But listen, every hug you give your child is an act of rebellion. You’re breaking the chain, one small choice at a time.