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[KANKU LIMITED @KankuLimited]

Agriculture remains the largest employer in Africa.

[Jean Claude NIYOMUGABO @jcniyomugabo]

It was 4 pm when I realized my phone was missing.

I had been at the local market, picking up groceries for my family, when I noticed it was gone. Panic set in.

I retraced my steps, hoping someone had found it and was waiting to give it back, but no one had...

[Jean Claude NIYOMUGABO @jcniyomugabo]

When I was 12, my father turned 60.

I remember feeling embarrassed, especially when my friends' fathers were so active, playing football, lifting them on their shoulders, and sharing stories.

My father, on the other hand, had a round belly and gray hair—he looked old to me...

[Jean Claude NIYOMUGABO @jcniyomugabo]

My friend is a businessman. One time, he came to my village and complained about “poor network.”

He couldn’t send emails or upload photos.

I laughed and told him, “This is where I grew up, where fireflies were our electricity, and cows were our background music.”

[Jean Claude NIYOMUGABO @jcniyomugabo]

I think my primary school teacher was a superhero, even though she never wore a cape.

I can still remember the first time she scolded me for not doing my homework.

At that moment, I thought she was the scariest person on earth, but I learned more from her than I ever imagined.

[Jean Claude NIYOMUGABO @jcniyomugabo]

There’s this young man who lives in my neighborhood.

I’ve known him since he was just a boy, and I always thought he’d become a successful farmer.

But when I heard that he had abandoned farming to start a small business, I couldn’t believe it.

[Jean Claude NIYOMUGABO @jcniyomugabo]

I think my biggest fear was being judged by my peers.

Growing up in a rural village, I always felt different from the city kids. They wore new clothes, had the latest gadgets, and talked about places I'd never been.

I feared they’d never accept someone like me.....

[Jean Claude NIYOMUGABO @jcniyomugabo]

I am standing at the bus terminal, minding my business, when someone taps me on the shoulder.

I turn around, and it’s a former classmate. She looks surprised and says, "I heard you're using social media to change agriculture—how?"

I was stunned for a moment, not knowing how to explain....

[Jean Claude NIYOMUGABO @jcniyomugabo]

I think my life could’ve been much easier if I hadn’t delayed starting school.

As a child, I loved playing outside with my cousins, climbing trees, and collecting firewood.

But at the age of 7, I still wasn’t in school, and I knew it wasn’t what my parents had hoped for...

[Jean Claude NIYOMUGABO @jcniyomugabo]

I woke up at 3am. The dogs were barking, and the darkness felt heavier than ever.

I knew it was time to leave home, but the fear in my heart kept growing.

I was going to the capital city for the first time, and the journey was more than 100km away. I walked 10km to the bus station. ...

[Jean Claude NIYOMUGABO @jcniyomugabo]

I once met a friend in Kampala who told me a story I will never forget.

His family, who lived in Mbarara, lost everything they had. Their garden and their entire way of life were destroyed.

It wasn’t nature or bad luck—it was people who took it all away, leaving them broken...

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[Jean Claude NIYOMUGABO @jcniyomugabo]

Growing up, whenever my younger brother and I misbehaved, our mom had a unique way of punishing us.

Instead of beating us, she would send us to help our neighbors with their farm chores.

Sometimes we’d clean their animals, harvest crops, or even carry manure to their fields.

It wasn’t easy work, but that was her way of teaching us lessons...

[Jean Claude NIYOMUGABO @jcniyomugabo]

One sunny morning, I went to visit my friend who owns a small farm.

When I arrived, I found him and his farm manager yelling at each other near the vegetable patch.

They were arguing loudly, pointing fingers, and making a fuss while the chickens watched from a distance, clucking in confusion.

Some goats were even peeking through the fence, curious about what was happening.

It was so noisy that even the birds stopped singing.........

[Jean Claude NIYOMUGABO @jcniyomugabo]

I spent my childhood at my grandmother's home in the village.

Life was peaceful, surrounded by nature and animals. Among all the animals, one male goat stood out.

His name was Kavuyo, and he was not just a goat—he was my best friend, always by my side, playful and full of energy…

[Jean Claude NIYOMUGABO @jcniyomugabo]

Kavuyo loved to follow me everywhere.

Whether I was fetching water, playing in the fields, or sitting under the big mango tree, he was always close.

He had a funny way of nudging me with his head, as if asking for attention. His playful spirit made every moment unforgettable…

[Jean Claude NIYOMUGABO @jcniyomugabo]

Sometimes Kavuyo would sneak into the kitchen, stealing cassava peels or leftover bananas.

My grandmother would laugh and shake her head, saying, “This goat is worse than a child!”

His mischievous acts brought joy to everyone, and I felt proud to have such a lively companion…

[Jean Claude NIYOMUGABO @jcniyomugabo]

Kavuyo and I were inseparable.

I would talk to him as if he were human, sharing my dreams and little secrets.

He couldn’t talk back, but his bright eyes and playful nature made me feel like he understood me.

In the village, we were known as the boy and his goat…

[Jean Claude NIYOMUGABO @jcniyomugabo]

One day, I overheard my grandmother talking with neighbors about an upcoming celebration.

They said they might need to slaughter Kavuyo for the feast.

My heart broke at the thought. I couldn’t imagine life without him.

He wasn’t just a goat to me—he was family…

[Jean Claude NIYOMUGABO @jcniyomugabo]

On the morning of the celebration, Kavuyo’s pen was empty.

I looked everywhere for him, calling his name, but he was gone.

I sat under the mango tree, tears rolling down my face.

I couldn’t eat or join the festivities, convinced that my best friend was no longer with us…

[Jean Claude NIYOMUGABO @jcniyomugabo]

Days turned into weeks, but the sadness of losing Kavuyo stayed with me.

I missed his playful nudges, his mischievous escapes, and the sound of his bleating in the yard.

The village felt empty without him. My childhood no longer felt as bright or full of life…