Ronald Kato Odongo

[Ronald Kato Odongo @katoronald]

@amanpour This happened in the Uganda . Clip attached is a Ugandan King

[Kakwenza Rukirabashaija @KakwenzaRukira]

One day in 2014, while at the prestigious University of Cape Town, we lost a colleague in the most unfortunate way, an incident that still disturbs my mind to date. Yoboka was Congolese. I had met him at the Uni through his chaotic Xhosa girlfriend, Thandolwethu, who would arrive at her boyfriend’s house on most weekends wearing her umbhaco and idzila, ready for what we jokingly called their weekend marriage. Yoboka was more than a friend. He was like a brother to me, despite the fact that I had known him for barely a year when he died. He was also a relentless manufacturer of jokes at my expense. He always warned me that it was dangerous for a lanky fellow like me to go running or walking outside because a strong Cape Town wind might blow me away like rubbish, or an eagle might mistake me for an appetiser and carry me off for a feast. This advice came from a man who weighed about 125 kilograms and regarded unnecessary movement with profound suspicion. He lived roughly two kilometres from the university and had bought a car for the journey.

The disturbing part is that nobody knew. For three days, he lay dead in his apartment while life outside continued with its usual indifference. I eventually became concerned by his unusual silence. Calls went unanswered, messages accumulated without reply and when I called Thandolwethu, our dramatic queen, I discovered that she too had sent innumerable texts and made repeated calls. Receiving no response, she had eventually become furious and blocked the dead man. In her imagination, Yoboka was not lying lifeless in his bathroom. The bastard was probably holed up somewhere in the apartment with another pulchritudinous damsel and deliberately ignoring her. She had already quarrelled with him, convicted him and begun moving on, while the accused was unfortunately unavailable to enter a defence. What unsettled her most afterwards was the missing morning text. Yoboka had a ritual, he would wake up and, before properly commencing negotiations with the day, text his girlfriend. According to what he had told me before he died, she had grown so accustomed to these messages that she sometimes ignored them and replied much later in the afternoon. Familiar affection has this peculiar problem. Something done faithfully every day can begin to look ordinary until the day it does not happen.

Yesterday, as I finished my postprandial, Thandolwethu, now a professor, called and somehow our conversation returned to Yoboka. Twelve years later, the story has lost none of its sadness. We spoke about how brutally indifferent life can sometimes be, particularly when nobody has incorporated your existence into the architecture of their day. Someone who notices that you have not awakened, someone who wonders why you have suddenly gone quiet, someone who checks whether you arrived home safely, whether you slept well, whether you are ill, whether something is wrong. Not the perfunctory checks of social obligation, but the one that reminds you that somewhere in another human being’s life, your continued existence is required rather than merely tolerated.

That was the lesson Thandolwethu Qhawekazi took from Yoboka’s death. She told me that she has never found another man who checks on her, cares for her and pays attention to the small details of her existence Yoboka Mokonzi did. And, strangely, that memory has encumbered her progress in finding another life partner. Every prospective man is, in some corner of her mind, being interviewed for a position previously occupied by a dead man who can no longer make mistakes.
The autopsy found that Yoboka had died from blunt-force trauma. Investigators concluded that he had collapsed in the bathroom, struck his head against the washbasin or bathtub and died. When he was finally found, his phone was still plugged into the charger. On its screen were hundreds of missed calls and messages from people who loved him, all arriving too late for a man who could no longer answer any of them.

If you have someone who checks on you in the morning to know whether you woke up safely, and in the evening to know whether you have returned home, eaten, gone to bed healthy or simply survived another day, do not mistake that attention for something ordinary. You possess a form of wealth for which there is no bank account.

Rukirabachwezi

[KABUGO @Kabugo_]

When everyone leaves your life, don’t chase every departing footstep. Sit down. Breathe. God is still in the room.

Some of your deepest growth will happen where nobody claps, checks in, or even knows your name.

You lose the crowd before you find yourself. Sometimes solitude is where the real man begins.

[Muna🦋 @Mouna_Boo]

Father, thank You for waking me up to see another day. I declare that I will not be stranded. I will not be abandoned. I will not be without help. The God who has carried me this far will continue to sustain me. I go into this day confident that I am not alone. My help comes from the Lord, and He will give me everything I need to make it through. In Jesus name.🙏🏾

[KABUGO @Kabugo_]

Heavenly Father, thank You for the unanswered questions that have not destroyed us, even when they have exhausted us.

Today we ask for clarity about the decision sitting heavily on our minds, especially when both options seem to carry a cost.

Father, we do not ask You to make every choice easy. We ask You to make us honest enough to recognize wisdom when it comes.

Your Word says, “If any of you lacks wisdom, you should ask God, who gives generously to all without finding fault.” (James 1:5.) So we ask without pretending we already know.

Do it again, Father. You did it for Solomon when he knew that leadership was bigger than his own understanding. He asked for wisdom instead of pretending he had enough.

Give us wisdom we cannot manufacture. In Jesus’ name. AMEN.

[Tony Otoa @Comrade_Otoa]

I always come back to this presentation.

[Ronald Kato Odongo @katoronald]

@BrianMulondo @933kfm We will miss you a lot. You filled our morning drives to work with laughter. I only tuned in whenever you were in studio

[BRUCE TUMWESIGYE @BrucewilzUg]

My name is BRUCE TUMWESIGYE, and for the past three years, every sunrise has carried the same quiet prayer: “Let me make it. Let me finish. Let me reach Next Media.

I started from humble beginnings. While my classmates spent weekends relaxing, I was on the streets of Kampala as a Direct Sales Agent, first with Ecobank, then Equity Bank.
Rain or scorching sun, I walked door to door, pitching accounts and loans with a smile that never wavered, even when doors slammed in my face.

My voice became my greatest tool—pleasant, calm, friendly—even on days when rejection stung deep.When the streets grew too heavy, I moved to call centers. Night shifts, angry customers, endless scripts.

But I learned something priceless: how to listen, how to defuse tension, how to turn frustration into trust. Conflict resolution wasn’t just a skill on my CV—it became part of who I am.

Strong interpersonal skills, sales know-how, a voice that puts people at ease—these weren’t just qualifications. They were forged in fire.
Now, as May 2026 approaches, I’m in my final semester of Business Administration, majoring in Marketing.

Late nights studying consumer behavior, crafting campaign strategies, dreaming in brand colors and target audiences. My laptop screen glows with assignments, but my heart glows with something bigger.

Next Media.I’ve admired them for years. NBS Television, Nile Post, Next Radio—the way they tell stories, shape culture, connect people.

Every time I pass their offices in Naguru, I slow down, look up at the building, and whisper the same prayer: “One day. Let it be me. Let me contribute here.

Let my marketing ideas, my voice, my energy help build something even greater.”

I imagine walking through those doors in 2026, degree in hand, ready to bring everything I’ve learned—from the dusty roads selling bank products to the midnight call center shifts resolving disputes—to create campaigns that touch hearts, just like Next Media does every day.Sometimes doubt creeps in.

“Will they see me? Will my experience matter? Am I enough?” But then I remember every “yes” I earned after a hundred “no’s,” every customer who thanked me for listening, every sale closed because I believed in what I was offering.

I close my eyes and pray again, the same words I’ve said for years, now louder, closer:
“Let me, God. Let 2026 be the year. Let Next Media be my home.”

And deep down, in that quiet place where hope lives, I feel it—a gentle assurance that the call I’ve been waiting for is coming.

Not just a job offer, but a beginning. My beginning.Because I’ve already proven I can turn obstacles into opportunities.

I’ve already built trust with strangers over a phone line or across a counter.
I’ve already carried a dream this far.

So I keep studying. I keep praying. I keep believing.May 2026, I graduate.
2026, I step into my future.

And when that phone rings—when the voice on the other end says, “We’d like to offer you a position at Next Media”—I’ll know every step, every struggle, every prayer led me exactly here.

Let me, God.
I’m ready.
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