@Cristiano you're a danger to @selecaoportugal team. The better they drop you early, the better they'll perform. Sometimes we've to accept that the mind is willing, But the body can no longer perform to expectations.
My name is Kiweewa Joel Julius. I hold a Bachelor’s degree in Social Work and Social Administration from Muteesa I Royal University Masaka and today I’m employed because of that very course people love to disrespect online.
Funny enough, in my entire bloodline, I was the first to pursue SWSA. Some relatives who did the “prestigious” science and law courses are still job hunting while I’m out here building my career and thriving. So spare us the shallow narrative that arts courses are useless.
Uganda’s unemployment crisis is not caused by SWSA, Literature, Arts or Humanities. The real problem is a broken system where jobs move through connections, corruption and luck before merit even gets a seat at the table. A few of us survive on merit but many qualified graduates are locked out regardless of what they studied.
The same leaders telling students to abandon arts courses held a whole mindset change retreat preaching against corruption, then walked away with UGX 100 million each in allowances funded by taxpayers. The same country preaching “science first” still survives on loans from investors and development partners.
Maybe stop attacking students for choosing SWSA and start fixing the systems creating unemployment in the first place. Social workers are still needed because poverty, unemployment, GBV, child neglect, mental health crises and community breakdowns didn’t disappear.
The problem isn’t arts students. The problem is leaders who talk socio-economic transformation but never walk the talk.
My good friend nga ndabamu obusungu bwa Bournemouth mu post eno...kakana Snr friend. Arsenal is still EPL favorite and in fact I don't Man City snathching it from you.
As I rise up this morning, this is my sovereign promise. I have only one football club throughout the world that I support— @SCVillaJogoo. I will never wear any other jersey. I have also decided never to renew my @DStvUganda#CompactPlus bouquet that streams matches outside Uganda. I love my internal body organs more than watching European football leagues. I am done and sorted. Y’all my friends on X, only tag me about #VillaJogoo if it’s about club football or risk getting blocked. Ntegerekese?
How a Finnish businessman’s death story cost me my eye
Etukuri says inside the same safe house, there were about 14 people detained, some had been reported missing for the last eight months, but access to them was heavily restricted, and that while at ISO headquarters, he met Kaka face-to-face for the first time.
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My Nine Year Ordeal at KIU
In 2013, I left Buhweju district with a heavy responsibility on my shoulders. I was the first person in my family to reach university level. Scoring 19 points in UACE felt like I had finally broken a cycle of poverty. When I was admitted to Kampala International University under the district bursary scheme, my family celebrated a miracle. We believed the "bursary" was a hand reaching down to pull us up. Instead, it became a weight that nearly drowned me.
The "scheme" covered tuition, but the functional fees carried a hidden, lethal sting. During orientation, no one warned us that a small delay in payment would trigger penalties so aggressive they felt predatory. By my second year, a small balance had mutated into an 800,000 UGX debt. I went from being a brilliant student dreaming of a First Class degree to a beggar, moving from office to office every semester, pleading for an exam card just to sit for papers I had worked so hard to prepare for. Despite paying every semester's functional fees after learning about late payment charges, by the time I finished in 2016, the debt was so huge that there was no way I could clear it in a single swoop.
The financial pressure did not just empty my pockets; it invaded my mind. It is hard to concentrate on Literature and English when you are calculating how many days of food you must skip to pay a "late fee" that grows while you sleep. By 2016, I had finished every course with no retakes, no missed papers but I was a ghost of the man who had entered. I left the gates broken, emaciated in spirit, and carrying a debt that had ballooned.
I spent the next six years in a self imposed exile in Eastern Uganda, teaching for a meager salary. I lived like a hermit, sending every spare coin back to KIU. I was not working for a future; I was working to buy back a past that the university was holding hostage.
In 2022, I finally cleared the last shilling. The relief, however, was short lived. After buying the graduation gown and seeing my name on the notice board, on Tuesday, I did the one thing I had waited nearly a decade to do: I invited my parents. My father is a primary five dropout from the 1960s. For years, he had looked at me with suspicion, wondering if I had truly been studying or if I had wasted the family’s hopes. I wanted that graduation day to be his vindication.
We traveled from the village, slept in Kampala, and walked onto that campus with our heads high.
Then came the horror. When the official graduation book was opened, my name was nowhere to be found. In that moment, the world stopped. I stood there in a gown I had paid for, at a ceremony I had earned, looking at a father who now had "final proof" that his son was a failure. The humiliation was so absolute that the fact I am still alive today is a miracle of God’s grace.
I spent months fighting, sending emails, and knocking on doors that remained closed until I mentioned legal pressure and opportunities abroad. Only then did a "transcript" magically appear. I chose not to attend the later ceremony when my name finally appeared on the list. The joy had been systematically bled out of the experience.
I share this because a "bursary" for the poor should not result in paying more than the rich. A university should be a fountain of knowledge, not a "school for scandal" that exploits the very students it claims to support.
Those nine years left scars that no certificate can cover. This is for every student still trapped in that cycle fighting for a degree they have already earned.
Ugandan Foreign Affairs State Minister Henry Okello Oryem in August 2025 denied the existence of an agreement between the Trump administration and Uganda to accept illegal migrants being deported from the United States, stating that Uganda lacked the infrastructure and facilities to accommodate such deportees.
Today the first ICE flight has landed at Entebbe Airport, confirming that indeed a deal existed to accept what Trump has characterized as criminals and illegal aliens being deported to Uganda.
The Museveni government is making these concessions as a means to be on the good books of the Trump administration and turn a blind eye to the brutality, killing of political opponents, forced disappearances, and the sham elections that were just held in Uganda. This is the transactional politics of the regime, desperate to be legitimized by the Trump administration.
Site inspection at the ongoing construction of Lubowa Super Specialized Hospital, today. We also held discussions with the project team on key requirements ahead of the phased opening. Great progress being made.
So Ugandans should be proud that they're only able to sell tomatoes in a project worthy 6.9trilliin shillings? @katesh should be questioning why in a very huge project Ugandans are recruited to collect grass, stones or push wheelbarrows.
.@kateshd: When the government invests UGX 6.9 trillion in infrastructure, you have to look at the whole value chain. For example, a foreigner for example working on a project won't import the tomatoes his workers will use for cooking.
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Two UPDF battalions, the 33rd and the 103rd, are on their way to Iran to fight alongside Israel and the United States. This follows the CDF’s pledge to Israel in the ongoing war, which is slowly crippling the world economy, as Iran continues to carry out cyberattacks against Uganda.
Yusuf Nsibambi is the perfect example of why academic excellence doesn’t guarantee political maturity and survival.
There is a tragic irony in watching a former Makerere law don, a man who spent 15 years in the House, navigate the terrain like a confused A-level student.
Nsibambi was supposed to be a "value addition" for the NRM, a seasoned legal mind to bolster the ranks. Instead, we are witnessing a strange, juvenile infatuation with NUP’s internal gossip.
It is one thing to change sides; it is another to lose your dignity in the process. He has traded the gravitas of a senior legislator for the frantic energy of a village market politician seeking cheap relevance.
If this is the intellectual depth the ruling party is recruiting, it isn't a gain. It’s a negative regression.
You can’t teach old dogs new tricks, but you’d at least expect them not to forget the ones they already knew.
A cautionary tale for anyone who thinks a PhD makes you immune to political clout-chasing.
But why does @Yusuf Nsibambi focu on @NUP_Ug in all the media shows he's hosted yet he has never been a member? If there's anything that has exposed this man's emptiness, it's the loss in the January election. Kati buli kyasanga kyayogela.
Hon Yusuf Nsibambi: The President and Secretary General of NUP are manning the party as if it's a private limited company.
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