@mtnug@tukashabamyco This type of network interruption is what should elicit advance notice from your end. You have our numbers and yet our inboxes are daily filled with unsolicited notices, except important ones.
@UEDCLTD UEDCL what is the matter, Mukono area is experiencing disco light syndrome, what is wrong. If power can't stay on, turn it off once and we know it's not available. This is not Ok
@LycamobileUG I bought my Lyca mobile just yesterday, decided to try 20GB for a month as a trial run, I checked again today and it shows I have 4GB left. I should have listened to the warnings! I called customer care and a certain Princess...
@Rosethechosen We the people also reject his rejected burnt offering. It was defective right from the start. People do not like him, Period! And now what is he going to do, he resigned from his RDC gig.
The whole Biometric Voter Verification System must be looked at incisively.
Top to bottom.
How? Who? What? Where? When?
Has all the money spent on it gone to waste?
Who dropped the ball?
If the @ugandaec acquired a working system, what’s with all the nonsense we have witnessed today.
@ubctvuganda Thank God this is not the only born again Pastor. Respectable voice such Dr Joseph Sserwada, Pr Michael Kyazze all don't agree with this.
Kayanja became a political pastor long ago. It's such a shame..
It Is Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas. That Is the Problem.
There is a particular moment when you know #Christmas has arrived in #Uganda. It is not the calendar. It is not the decorations. It is the sound of “Feliz Navidad” leaking from a passing taxi, followed -almost inevitably -by Philly Bongole Lutaaya’s “Merry Christmas,” reminding us, gently and without irony, that it is time.
Shortly after this musical cue, Kampala begins to empty - especially on the eve of Christmas. The movement is not subtle. Cars tilt northwards and eastwards, but the westward flow is unmistakable, as if pulled by an invisible gravitational force. The Kampala–Masaka road thickens. Taxi parks swell. Hire cars -some driven by people reacquainting themselves with steering wheels -join the flow. It resembles less a holiday and more a seasonal migration.
Nature offers a useful parallel. Each year, millions of wildebeest cross the Mara River in #Kenya, driven not by recklessness but by necessity. They hesitate. They pace. They panic. Then one jumps, and the rest follow. Some make it. Some do not. The river remains indifferent. Uganda’s festive travel season works in much the same way -except our Mara River is tarmac, our crocodiles are speed and alcohol, and our confidence often exceeds our preparation.
The statistics are familiar. Traffic police will later explain that accidents were caused by speeding, distraction, mechanical failure, and poor judgment. This will surprise no one. It happens every year. We listen, nod, and prepare to repeat it again next December.
What makes this period particularly dangerous is not just movement, but mood. Christmas creates a sense of exemption. We drive as though joy suspends consequence. We drink as though January is optional. We behave like people convinced that tragedy, like bad news, is for other families.
And yet, even in this, there is something admirable. People travel because they must be together. Because Christmas in Kampala is incomplete without the long road home. Because hope, like rain, still falls more generously upcountry.
So perhaps the most reasonable Christmas wish this year is a modest one: that we all arrive. That the journey ends with laughter, not announcements. That we cross our rivers with care.
Christmas is here. It always is.
The challenge, as ever, is to live long enough to complain about it next year. #MerryChristmas2025