Mutesi Jolly U

[𝓐𝓲𝓷𝓸𝓶𝓾𝓰𝓲𝓼𝓱𝓪 𝓙𝓲𝓶 @ainomugishajim]

MY TAKE ON HAVING CHILDREN.

One of the most important decisions you will ever make as an adult is choosing who to have children with. Do not just look at the person you are dating, their financial status, or how much you love each other. Look at the family ecosystem they come from. This applies equally to both the man’s family and the woman’s family. Look at their values, how they raise children, how they treat children who are not biologically related to them, how seriously they take education, whether they have a sense of responsibility and shame, and whether they understand that raising a child takes an entire community.

Life is unpredictable. You could end up in prison, become seriously ill, lose your financial stability, separate from your partner, become incapacitated, or die while your children are still young. What happens to your children then? Who takes them in? Who ensures they remain in school? Who provides for them, guides them, protects them, and makes sure they do not become victims of circumstances they never created?

This is why you should pay attention to the family your partner comes from. A strong family ecosystem does not necessarily mean a wealthy family. It means a family with values, a sense of responsibility, respect for education, a culture of nurturing children, and the willingness to step in when life becomes difficult. It means a family that does not abandon children because their parents are struggling, separated, incarcerated, sick, or dead. It means relatives who understand that children should not be punished for the circumstances of their parents.

You are not simply choosing a partner when you decide to have children. You are choosing the people who may become your children’s support system when you are no longer able to fulfil your responsibilities. Love can be genuine, but love alone does not guarantee that your children will be safe, educated, supported, or emotionally nurtured when things fall apart.

Have children with someone whose family values raising children, not just producing them. Choose a family where nurturing is a responsibility, education is a priority, accountability matters, and children are treated with dignity regardless of biological affiliation. Choose a family that understands that when one adult falls, the children should not have to fall with them.

You cannot predict every hardship your children will face, and you cannot guarantee how every relative will behave. However, you can pay attention to the values, relationships, and family culture you are bringing your children into. Do not wait until you are absent to discover that the people you trusted have no intention of standing in your place.

Having children is not just about bringing them into the world. It is about thinking seriously about who will help them survive, grow, and thrive when you can no longer be there for them.

“AGETEREINE NIGO GAATA EIGUFA.”

“OWASHWEERA ABUUZA”

“OKWEGAATA GE MAANYI”

“TWO HEADS ARE BETTER THAN ONE”

[Mrs. Gore @MrsGoresDiary]

Something that stuns me over and over again is that each of my children, all the way down to the one-month old, is a whole person, whose whole world is centered on their thoughts and senses and emotions just as much as mine is centered on me.

And so when my baby or toddler cries, it’s not just a sound effect in the periphery of MY life, causing potential inconvenience or frustration for me. This is a real person who is having a real hang-up in their day.

And when one of my teens is missing their friends or wanting to do something fun or to simply have a snack in between meals, it’s not just another tiresome request that will either fit neatly into my own ideas and schedule for the day or cause me annoyance, it’s a real person having a real desire that is as important to them as my own desires or hunger pangs feel for me.

The weighty thing about all this is, as parents, we hold all the power here. To be a tyrant or a leader, to say yes or no, to stop and help or to cast aside, to be hospitable or controlling, to be a friend or an exasperation.

I feel like this is something that is SO important yet so easy to forget. Our children are people. And not just people, but people who belong first and foremost to God. We must treat them as precious.

[Mutesi Jolly U @jmutesi]

@KakandeAlex And they are actually charging it

[Mutesi Jolly U @jmutesi]

@JonanTea @Luismdha It was 300 when we grew up in the 90s
Then 500 in the early 2000s
Hit the 1000 mark a little later

[☩ 𝕁𝕄𝕋 ☩ @SecretFire79]

Some walk with you for a while…

Others stay in your sky forever…

[Iremide @RxIremide]

Can we now agree that extreme cold is better than extreme heat, please?? 😂

[Dan Go @CoachDanGo]

Hate to break it to you but not being fat, fixing your sleep, lifting weights, eating a whole food diet, spending time in nature, getting 7-10k steps a day, and not getting easily offended fixes 90% of your problems.

[Mutesi Jolly U @jmutesi]

@ASH_the_rulerr Amen 🙏🏽

[Mutesi Jolly U @jmutesi]

@_ladapo Encyclopedias. No parents involved.

[Nick Twinamatsiko @NickTTaria]

I am one of the people who strongly believe that God still performs miracles. Not only because the Bible says so, but also because I have experienced that power.

For five years (January 15, 1995 to January 15, 2000), I was one of the most sickly people in the world. I was always going to clinics, taking blood tests and being told that I had scanty malaria, or was anaemic. I couldn't understand what the issue was, and all the doctors seemed to be doing guesswork.

When I had just joined Makerere University in September 1997, I visited the university clinic (opposite the main gate) and, when the doctor asked me what my ailment was, I said it was heartache. The doctor, who was a lady, was slightly amused. Heartache? Did I need counselling? But what I actually meant was that I had, in my heart region, the sort of ache that would be called a headache if it was in the head. I had had that heartache, on and off, since January 15, 1995, alongside the scanty malaria and the anemia. That doctor gave me some treatment, but like the treatments that I had been given by previous doctors, it didn't make much difference. At some point, I picked up the idea that maybe I had AIDS. I had kept my teenage hormones under check, but there had been a story that a certain nurse at my school had the habit of deliberating infecting patients with HIV through needles. She had ever injected me, so maybe she had infected me.

I decided to resolve the question once and for all. Sometime in December 1999, I went to some clinic in Bugolobi, and told the people at the reception that I had come for an HIV test. They took my blood sample and directed me to some waiting room. As I waited, I overheard them gossiping about me. I had turned just 21, but I guess I looked younger than that. So one of the women was whispering to the other, "look at that boy, he is so young, but he has come for an HIV test."

I pretended that I hadn't heard anything, but their gossip really gave me food for thought. I may not have been young in age, but I was innocent as far as sex was concerned, and yet I was in the clinic for an HIV test. There was some irony about the whole situation, just not the irony they had in mind. Anyway, I was eventually called into the doctor's room, and after being given some counseling, I was told that I was HIV negative.

A few weeks after that day, on the January 15, 2000, I was miraculously healed before finding out what my disease had been all along. It's nearly 26 years since then, and I have not been sick in all this time. Even when I have been in mosquito-infested places and have not slept under a net, I have not contracted malaria. It's as if that miraculous healing came with some immunity. And the heartache -- or whatever its proper name is -- completely disappeared.

I was sick for five years. No doctor ever properly diagnosed my condition. But whatever the condition was, God healed it. The strange thing is that, on January 15, 1995, when I first went down with that condition, I got some strange presentiment about 5 years and heard kids outdoors singing that "read your Bible every day if you want to grow". By January 2000, I had been reading my Bible every day for 2 years, and I had grow so much in the faith that I knew that I could receive a miracle directly from God. Indeed, when the miracle came, I was alone in my room (B2, Nkrumah Hall), without any pastor or prophet or apostle nearby.

I have received many other miracles since then. God has, again and again, intervened in my life in ways that were nothing short of miraculous. I don’t understand people for whom Christianity is nothing more than some set of rituals, or for whom God is but an intellectual concept. God is real, and He still does the exact sort of things that we read in the Bible.

In the book 70 Great Christians, we are told, of Hudson Taylor, that, "Like George Muller before him, his life was a testimony to the reality of a living God." You, too, can experience that reality.

[Mutesi Jolly U @jmutesi]

@MubangiziMathia @DuncanAbigaba @UG_Airlines Qatar offers chocolate. All types of

[Mutesi Jolly U @jmutesi]

😂😂

[𝗘𝗟 @MasterNumber]

@GOVUK Gain an hour? You nicked it off us back in March, you cheeky bastards. Now you're handing it back in October like you've done us a favour

That's like someone stealing your wallet, returning it six months later and expecting a fucking thank-you card

[Mutesi Jolly U @jmutesi]

@sharon_kiwanuka @UEDCLTD Issue of UEDCL and underfunding were discussed in papers after the exit of Umeme. All the outages come down to one thing, the entity is under funded and cannot replace most of its worn out infrastructure

[Geri Perna @GeriPerna]

A farmer, tired of rats destroying his crops and stealing his grain, came up with a clever but cruel plan. He threw a dead pig into a deep, abandoned well. Attracted by the smell, nearly 80 rats rushed into the well to feast on the carcass. At first, everything seemed wonderful. There was more than enough food for everyone, and the rats ate until they were satisfied.

But when the food was gone, they discovered something terrifying. The walls of the well were too steep to climb. They were trapped. Days passed, and hunger turned into desperation. Desperation turned into aggression. The rats that had once eaten peacefully beside one another began fighting for survival. Eventually, they began killing and eating each other.

One by one, their numbers dwindled until only a single rat remained. Its eyes were bloodshot, and it had survived by consuming its own kind. Then the farmer returned, lowered a rope into the well, and rescued the last surviving rat. But he didn't save it out of kindness or compassion.

The farmer knew the rat had learned to survive by hunting other rats. When he released it into his fields, it would continue killing its own kind instead of eating his grain. The farmer had turned his enemy into his greatest weapon.

And that is the lesson of divide and conquer. Those who control the trap don't need to fight the battles themselves. They simply create the conditions in which others turn against one another.

The rats believed their enemies were the other rats. They never realized that the true enemy was the farmer who had put them there.

The greatest danger isn't always the enemy standing in front of you. Sometimes it's the one who created the conflict and stands quietly watching you destroy each other.

Before you turn against your neighbor because of their political beliefs, ask yourself who benefits from keeping Americans divided. While we fight each other over Republican and Democrat, we may be overlooking those who profit from the conflict. Perhaps the real question isn't which side you're on, but who built the well—and why they want us fighting at the bottom of it.

[LYDIA KEBIRUNGI @kebirungilydi]

These videos of Chinese imitating how we Africans behave while in their shops in Guangzhou china 🇨🇳. Mash up up 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

[Mutesi Jolly U @jmutesi]

@Gorbachevs4head @elonmusk 😂😂

[David in Naples 🌴🐊⛱️ @BogdaninFl]

@TheMattViera A lot of people dumber than me did better. A lot of people smarter than me did worse. A lot of good people following the rules are behind. A lot of unscrupulous Aholes are doing well.

I have more than I deserve and consider myself lucky.

[Mutesi Jolly U @jmutesi]

@Denis_Jjuuko The non performing loans and all the bad loans were taken over by govt. Stanbic did not buy a bank in losses.

[Mutesi Jolly U @jmutesi]

@OrevaZSN There’s nothing to see outside at 3am in the night. Only darkness

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@Denis_Jjuuko Govt cleaned it up before selling it. They got a clean bank with a wide network of branches and govt accounts.

Govt couldn’t make it work because workers were lending the money to themselves, their relatives and politicians who didn’t pay back. That couldn’t happen with Stanbic