From @TheAthleticFC: Cape Verde’s Vozinha says U.S. visa issues stopped his mother from witnessing his World Cup heroics in person. The 40-year-old goalkeeper was visibly emotional on the pitch after the game. https://t.co/754zUIylGZ
It's hard for me to explain to those outside #Uganda just how irritated the Ugandans are to be lumped in with DRC for the #Ebola epidemic. As of this writing, there have been hundreds of deaths and over 1000 cases in Congo, whereas Uganda has had only 9 cases -- three Congolese, four medical workers who treated them, one driver who drove them, and one other known contact. Only one person has died in Uganda, a Congolese.
So when WHO and Al Jazeera talks about the Ebola epidemic in "Congo and Uganda," it's like saying because there are wildfires in California, you should cancel a trip to the Grand Canyon because some Californians lit a campfire there. Yes, it is possible it *could* spread and you have to be vigilant, but these two situations are nowhere near the same magnitude.
As of this writing, the only Ugandan death has been the tourism industry.
@AJENews Eh, No single Ugandan has died due to Ebola and yes, one Congolese died in uganda and that’s it.
Uganda has experience in dealing Ebola and has always helped other countries when Ebola breaks out.
CDC general Jean Kaseya isn’t informed so is your reporter
⚠️ EBOLA UPDATE:
The DRC native who had been admitted with Ebola in Uganda has recovered and tested negative for the virus.
Uganda has no active case of Ebola. 127 contacts remain in isolation awaiting the 21-day countdown.
CC: @SkyNews
Dear NBS Admin,
This man has 8 degrees, including a PhD on top of the years he spent at the epitome of Media leadership in Uganda. He has published over 30 research articles that we use to teach journalists, cited 65 times for other research articles. Has been a visiting scholar at Havard. 😳 Ono Professor sebo, put some respek on his name. Kale afazaali tekako ka (PhD). He’s earned it.
2019 was seven years ago, and somewhere in between, we all grew up. we changed without even realizing it. the people we were back then, the dreams we had, the fears we carried don’t fully define us anymore. some friendships faded, some memories stayed, and some lessons were hard but necessary. we learned to be more patient with ourselves, to understand that not everything goes as planned, and that it’s okay to fail sometimes. we learned to let go of what doesn’t serve us and hold on to what makes us feel alive. time keeps moving, whether we notice it or not, and we keep growing quietly, slowly, and sometimes painfully. growth is messy, but it’s ours.
I have no idea who wrote this.. but every man should read it.
The Lonely End of a Good Man
He started early. Graduated top of his class.
PhD before his peers even finished their Masters.
A man of discipline no smoke, no drink, no scandals.
He chose one woman, married his best friend, stayed faithful.
He raised four brilliant children, sent them all abroad on merit.
Gave them everything he never had.
They now live good lives in foreign lands married, thriving, far away.
He is now over 70. A professor. A man respected in academic circles, but forgotten in the quiet corners of his own home.
Today, he stands in his kitchen, cooking matooke alone.
His wife the woman he built everything with left for a routine visit to help their daughter with childbirth.
That was three years ago.
She never came back, claiming, she wants to get her residency or green card.
Now she belongs to the children.
She FaceTimes him on birthdays and sends love in group chats, but her heart no longer lives here.
He has become a bachelor again by abandonment, not by choice.
This is the lonely end of a good man.
A man who did everything right.
Who never cheated.
Who never strayed.
Who lived by the book.
Who believed love and duty were enough.
And yet, here he is.
Alone.
Heartbroken.
Still in love with a woman who forgot to come home.
And this is not just his story this is the silent fate of many “good men.”
Now the hard questions must be asked:
If he was a polygamist, would one wife have stayed?
If he mingled with friends, built strong social networks, joined the staff club, would it have made the silence less deafening?
If he had a side chick someone who also cared would he feel less invisible now?
If he lived a little less for others and a little more for himself, would this end still look the same?
This is not a call to abandon virtue, but a call to reexamine balance.
Because loyalty is beautiful, but loneliness is brutal.
And love, when it is not mutual in old age, becomes a slow heartbreak no medicine can cure.
To the men reading this;
how do we escape ending up like this?
What structures, relationships, and self-preservation must we build today to ensure we’re not cooking matooke alone at 75, asking where everybody went?
Because being good is not enough.
Not anymore.
First father-daughter dance held at Angola Prison for inmates who haven’t seen their daughters in years and never had the chance to dance with them 🥹❤️
Ugandan women, The men you aren't rating are something else to our sisters the other side,
Mwetereeze ba dia.
Didn't they advertise the event⁉️ Ababazi tebategedde.
‘East Coast’ 'Buzigan' on the Verge of Running New York!
By the time New York woke up this morning, Kampala group chats were already five voice notes deep.
Somewhere on the campaign trail, a random New Yorker says, “I used to live in Muyenga," and @ZohranKMamdani replies "Oh, I lived in Buziga.
Now, yours truly for two years lived in Konge. My hommies and I -who lived that side of town, used to call ourselves the "East Coast" boys. If you lived in Muyenga, Kabalaga, Konge, Buziga, Munyonyo, Gaba etc you were #EastCoast
Suffice it to say, we are now claiming 'joint custody' of Zohran, who ironically, also lives in the East Coast of USA. 'East Coast' Buziga to East Coast, New York, game meets game!
Today, that once soft-spoken, but curious intern who - according to @Opiaiya (cited in @Roduza beautiful artcle in Reuters) once tiptoed into the @DailyMonitor newsroom, notebook in hand, is staring down the biggest headline of his life – and this time, he is the story. Back then, his job was to chase quotes. Tonight, he might become the quote every newsroom scrambles for: 34-year-old, Muslim, Buziga-raised kid may become #MayorOfNewYorkCity.
From that newsroom in Namuwongo to the blue subway line in Queens, the through-line has always been curiosity and stubborn hope. The boy who had to brief his dad @mm1124 every evening on current affairs is now the man about to be the lead item on every bulletin from New York to Namanve. The one who wanted to be a “top reporter” may end up as “top story” instead.
And Ugandans? From Arua to Zzana, Astoria to the Bronx, they’re holding their breath. Aunties in Boston have already cooked, uncles in Masaka are pretending not to care but quietly refreshing timelines. The “East Coast” crew are drafting captions in advance, just in case: “From Buziga hill to City Hall – Ki ekiriwo, New York City?”
But history doesn’t confirm itself. It needs voters.
So if you’re in #NewYorkCity and you haven’t voted yet, this is your cue. Grab your jacket, your MetroCard, your hopes and your doubts – and head to your polling place. Stand in that line like it’s the Rolex queue at 2 a.m. in Wandegeya. Cast that ballot and help seal this wildly improbable, beautifully Ugandan, thoroughly New York story.
Today, New York writes its headline. Don’t just read it. Be part of it. #voteZohran
#Uganda makes history as Africa’s 1st country to receive a US $31 million results-based payment from the Green Climate Fund for verified emission reductions! A win for forests, climate resilience & sustainable livelihood
#REDDplus#ccd@mofpedU@min_waterUg@FAOUganda@theGCF