Joseph Lubega

A bruise Is a lesson… and each lesson makes us better.

[Uganda Revenue Authority @URAuganda]

#ICYMI:
About last night...

URA Tax Education's Robert Wamala Lumanyika (@RWLumanyika) in representation of the Asst. Commissioner for Public and Corporate Affairs, Robert Kalumba- @rkalumba1 handed over special prizes to the first and second teams at yesterday's nail biting #TaxNights Quiz contest.

Congrats to team Past Bedtime and Windfall tax__the Taxman is proud of your tax brilliance.

Mukikole neera neera...
#FfeBanno

[Joseph Lubega @lubsjosh]

@HaterCentel_ @DuncanBakka @Mateekainnocent
Am with this man here at the center, let me hand him a bottle of water 🤣

[Iguma @GabrielIguma]

@UmemeLtd please let us know when we can expect the power in Kiwatule, Najjera to come back. (Pleaee don't give me those templates replies of apologies..... off because of a fault. I already know that.)

[Joseph Lubega @lubsjosh]

@atukunda_as 🤣🤣🤣🤣

[CityCentral @thecitycentral]

If you didn't know. Now you know @Arsenal

[The Instigator @Am_Blujay]

Imagine your delivery guy saying "I'm outside" then BOOM

[Joseph Lubega @lubsjosh]

@atukunda_as Hahaha let me find u

[Joseph Lubega @lubsjosh]

@atukunda_as See these planned kids 🤣

[Joseph Lubega @lubsjosh]

@atukunda_as Please apply

[CERTIFIED BENZ CONNOISSEUR @NelsonSsenyange]

Someone sat down in the MTN board room and voted for the resolution to introduce charges on MOMO payments at Fuel Stations and the MD also went ahead and seconded with the Head Financial with support from the Financial Inclusion Committee.

What a discovery in 2024!

[Joseph Lubega @lubsjosh]

@atukunda_as Make money my friend 🤣

[Explore Uganda 🇺🇬 @ExploreUganda]

@Mama_d256's dedication is not just about cooking. It is a celebration of resilience and the indomitable spirit of women making a difference for our nation.

Cheers to the records broken, it's no longer attempting, Dorcus, we celebrate you for this chapter that has unfolded.

#MerryMoments #ExploreUganda
#MamaDsWorldRecord

📸 @Ssenyonyiderick

[Kampala Entebbe Expressway @KEE_UG]

UPDATE: UGX 75 BILLION COLLECTED ON KAMPALA-ENTEBBE EXPRESSWAY.

Today, @egis, the contractor on Kampala – Entebbe Expressway has collected Seventy-five billion Ugandan shillings (UGX 75 B) on behalf of @UNRA_UG since tolling commencement on 8th January 2022.

[Joseph Lubega @lubsjosh]

@atukunda_as Hihihi

[Liverpool FC @LFC]

Liverpool legend. Egyptian King. 👑

[Karamagi Andrew @karamagi_andrew]

MY HUMBLING EXPERIENCE AS A ‘PLANNED’ KID
By Andrew Karamagi

This week, a screenshot of a WhatsApp message has been the subject of intense debate and commentary on various social platforms. In it, a parent is complaining about the decision of one of Kampala’s privately held elite primary schools to give scholarships to less-fortunate children. The author contends that their “high-cost and highly maintained kids”, for whom they pay so much money, are being mixed with ghetto/street kids without their consent.

The full message is more revolting. My unedited thoughts about this kind of thinking are unprintable.

The debate reminded me of a childhood experience whose results showed up less than a year ago.

I hope that that parent reads my story and picks something from it:

One evening in 2000 (I was then a Primary Seven pupil at Greenhill Academy), my siblings and I had just been picked from school when the doorbell rang.

From his kennel, Ravy the dog barked, with tangible agitation. This was the first learned signal to everyone at home that the canine had smelt a stranger.

“Someone go check out who it is,” my mother instructed. We hated being asked to go see who had called because it meant missing scenes from Power Rangers, Sunset Beach, or suffering the inconvenience of pausing a game on the PlayStation.

Such was our collective relief when we heard Rebecca, one of two house helps, run to the gate.

The visitor was let in.

“Mummy, nayenda kugamba niiwe [Mummy, he wants to speak to you],” Rebecca reported.

“Nooha shi? [who is it],” my mother inquired.

“N’omwoojo; yiija n’egaari [It’s a boy; he came riding a bicycle],” Rebecca answered.

Mom used her feet to feel for her sandals on the ground and walked to the patio where the boy was. A few minutes of conversation got us curious, and one by one, we abandoned whatever we were doing, and jostled for space in a sash window to catch a glimpse of the stranger.

He was a young boy, my age, most likely. Ravy was growling and stomping furiously in his kennel, baying for blood.

At the invitation of mom, the boy wrestled his huge Hero model bicycle (the one without gears) and rested it on its side. She brought him indoors and we hastily left the sash window, racing back to the living room where we were watching TV and playing videogames.

“Come and sit here…iwe Rebecca; omwaana mumureetere ebyokurya [Rebecca, bring food for the child].”

From the dining table, mom scolded us for ignoring a visitor and ordered us to stop what we were doing and come say hello. Reluctantly, with long faces, we ambled towards him and mumbled our quick hellos, eager to return to the fun. Chris, the gregarious one, hugged the stranger. The rest of us didn’t catch more than a glimpse of him, let alone offer firm handshakes. This attracted more scorn from mom.

“After greeting him, switch off everything and go take your baths!” Sulking, we obliged and made for the bedrooms and bathrooms. Our fury was palpable. This boy who didn’t look like us, who clearly wasn’t very well dressed, and didn’t understand the cool stuff we were doing had decided to come at this hour.

Later, after the boy had left, dinner was served and mom narrated the incident to dad. Apparently, he requested mom to let him collect our garbage once a week for a meagre fee. He said he needed the money for his school fees. My parents agreed to find out more about his situation and see what help they could render.

Listening to their conversation, we asked naïve questions about why a young boy had to go through all that. Where were his parents? Wasn’t it dangerous for him to ride such a huge bicycle? At what time did he do his homework? Isn’t it disgusting to carry garbage bags with smelly refuse on a bicycle?
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[Nicholas Bamulanzeki @bamulanzeki]

Victor kiplagat wins the men’s marathon #WorldAthleticsChampionships @observerug

[UNRA_UGANDA @UNRA_UG]

🎙️TONIGHT ON AIR: Listen in to Akaboozi FM [87.9FM] —https://t.co/D3eGZvAYVf for Updates on the
Construction of Najjanankumbi—Busabala Road, Munyonyo Spur improvements & Service roads project.

#UNRAworks

[Karungi Sarah @Karungisera2]

Who is Michael Kiwanuka?

Here are 10 things I know about the British with Ugandan roots who has appeared on Obama's Summer Song List twice... Thread 👇🏾

[Joseph Lubega @lubsjosh]

@vien_steve @nbstv @Mateekainnocent @BenKadd come c this comment 🤣🤣