Life hits different once you crack trading.
It feels so illegal.
You’re making yearly salaries in an hour.
You’re clicking buttons and printing too much money.
But to get there you have to walk through fire.
That’s the only catch.
While there is a truth to this, I am also learning that there is no foolproof readiness to raising a family. So if you are going to not have kids, don't have them because you don't want to,not because you are not established yet. You will never be fully kitted for the family way.
Like the everything in life, it's about the journey, not the destination.
A Tribute to King Oyo
Omukama Oyo Nyimba Kabamba Iguru Rukidi IV
For days now, I’ve been trying to find the words to express how I feel about King Oyo’s passing, and I’m still not sure these words can fully capture it.
I never had the privilege of meeting King Oyo personally, yet his passing has affected me in a way I didn’t expect. There is a strange kind of grief that comes with losing someone you never knew, but who somehow feels familiar.
King Oyo was part of our backdrop growing up, the young King we watched over the years, from childhood into adulthood.
His photographs found their way into our family albums, and I remember how my mother and family spoke of him and the Royal Family with such fondness, admiration, and respect.
Every so often, we would see a few photos or videos of him online, or read about his journey and his work, and somehow, know that the King was well.
I think about our Christmas journeys to Fort Portal, a tradition that continues to this day. After hours on the road from Kampala, there was always something comforting about reaching that signpost at the border of
Mubende and Kyegegwa.
“RUKIRABASAIJA OMUKAMA OYO NYIMBA KABAMBA IGURU RUKIDI IV, WELCOMES YOU TO TOORO KINGDOM”
Seeing those familiar words brought a quiet sense of relief, knowing that you were getting closer to Fort Portal, closer to home.
His life was far from ordinary. From such a young age, he carried a role and responsibility that few of us could ever truly understand. Yet beneath the title was a young man growing up, finding his way through life, while carrying a legacy much bigger than himself.
Perhaps that is why his passing feels so close to home.
Some people become quietly woven into the memories of an entire generation without ever knowing the impact they have had. King Oyo was one of those people. His story became, in its own way, part of ours, a familiar presence in the background of our childhood and the years that followed.
I find some comfort in knowing that, despite the extraordinary life and responsibility that came with being King, he was deeply loved by his family and friends, and cherished by those who had the privilege of knowing him
closely.
May the Good Lord comfort Queen Mother Best Kemigisa, his sister, Princess Ruth Nsemere Komuntale, his family and friends, and his loyal subjects during this difficult time. May He give them strength, peace, and comfort in the days ahead.
May his memory live on in the hearts of those who knew and loved him, and in the memories of those of us who watched his journey from afar.
Rest in peace, King Oyo. 🕊️
Humura Omukama Oyo Nyimba Rukidi IV Amooti, Entale ya Tooro.
The rush to announce this succession decision raises questions. Why the urgency to reveal it before the formal announcement and even before the burial?
Sometimes when people are in a hurry to put information out, it makes you wonder what they are trying to get ahead of or prevent people from asking. There is nothing wrong with transparency, but succession matters deserve patience, due process and respect for custom.
"This time, it is not school fees.”
That sentence should disturb every parent.
Before we rush to blame the mother, condemn the father, or appoint ourselves judges of a relationship whose full story we do not know, remember this: the child is not a party to the quarrel.
Parents, you may disagree bitterly. You may separate permanently. You may block each other, stop speaking, and decide that reconciliation is impossible.
But never make your child inherit the consequences of an adult conflict.
🔥Do not weaponise access.
🔥Do not weaponise money.
🔥Do not weaponise silence.
🔥Do not weaponise the child.
A relationship may end. Parenthood does not.
Whatever happened between the two of you, protect the child from paying a debt they never incurred.
When adults go to war, wisdom demands that the children remain civilians.
Because wealth accumulation requires a certain level of cruelty. And most smart people are not cruel. For example, let's say I run a business, and I know that in order for it to make me a millionaire, I need to pay my workers 3k p/m. As a smart person, I know that 3k p/m is nowhere near enough for someone to live comfortably on. The only question that remains is whether I care or not.
The truth about the modern woman no one talks of is how selfish society has groomed them to be. All they think about is satisfying their material needs at the expense of the man.
Nothing like family and building something together is in their minds. So it’s very obvious at any upset in marriage. They’ll start looking else where to get their needs met : it’s never that deep with them, it’s just about getting what they want nothing like companionship.
And it’s how current society has programmed them they’ve completely no remorse: they infact will blame men in their lives for them not having money, not living the good life they can’t afford. Those same men they expect to make the cum, read their minds, career for the kids, never expect to have a cooked meal , deny conjugal rights anytime they feel like it’s convenient for them. It’s really a mess
I am still saying it, and this is coming from someone who finds physics fascinating: medicine is way beyond anything engineering will ever accomplish.
An aircraft is a mighty feat. We designed it. A space rocket? We designed it. Electromagnetic technology, bridges, computers, all of these are incredible feats, but ultimately things we designed and built from the ground up.
Now think about medicine. Humans are opening up a body they did not design, navigating structures they did not create, knowing what to cut, what not to touch, what connects to what, where something needs to go and what carries it there and then putting the whole thing back together.
That is, and will probably forever remain, mightier to me than anything we have ever achieved as engineers.
If you had the mindset you have now then, you wouldn’t have made those mistakes you made then
But if you hadn’t made those mistakes, you wouldn’t have the mindset u have now. The lesson always comes after the test, the paradox of life
Until death, all defeats are physiological
“my house has been robbed 3times within just a year but never in my life have i stolen a dime from anyone.”
A horny man >>> William Shakespeare.
Dear @NakiwalaSandra thank you for wearing the suuka in the rightful Batooro way as you delivered this evening’s special #ntvakawungeezi broadcast honoring our king.