A woman said she doesn't mind cooking for people she loves, but what she hates is being expected to cook every single day simply because she's a woman.
Apparently, even loving to cook doesn't mean you want to cook every day.
I was interviewing a young lady this morning who graduated with a Second Class Lower degree. She insisted that she was smart.
I then asked her, “If you are smart, why did you graduate with a Second Class Lower?”
She suddenly broke down in tears.
I asked her why she was crying, and she explained that she lost her mother in her first year at university and her father in her second year.
The emotional trauma affected her concentration, and she struggled to complete her education while dealing with the pain of losing both parents.
I will give her a chance to prove herself.
But this experience has left me with a troubling question:
Does our education system make adequate provisions for young people who go through such devastating experiences?
How many brilliant young people have we written off because their grades failed to reflect their true abilities, without ever asking what they went through?
My first language has always been silence. I’ve spent so much time keeping things to myself that sometimes I don’t know how to explain what I’m feeling, even when my heart is full of words. I stay quiet when I’m hurt, pretend I’m fine when I’m struggling, and hope someone will notice the things I never say. It’s not that I have nothing to express. Sometimes I simply don’t know how to let the world hear what has been living inside me for so long.
I have never met anyone who hustled like my mum. ❤️
She was never educated, but Maaaan, that woman could fit into any room! 😂❤️ At some point, she even started taking English classes so she could fit into her new circle of elites. She ran a decoration business, had a retail shop, and even a small restaurant inside the shop. My mum understood multiple streams of income before it was even a trend!
Mum LIVED life! She worked hard, loved deeply, and did everything she could to make us happy. She would take us to Lake Bunyonyi just to drink soda. Only Kabale people will understand the joy of those little moments. 🥹❤️
And oh, Mum loved love! 😂❤️ She would dance for Dad, and you could tell she was genuinely in love. I used to watch her and wish that one day, I would experience the kind of love and life she had.
She was smart, kind, generous, and always willing to help our relatives. She gave so much of herself to the people she loved.
Sometimes I look at the woman I am becoming, and I pray that I can be even half the woman my mother was.
Keep watching over us, Mum.
When my time to rest finally comes, I want my children to come across this post and know just how amazing their grandmother was. ❤️
Nobody talks about how painful it is to have a bad day when you have nobody to turn to.
No one to call. No one to vent to. No one to ask if you're okay.
So you just sleep, hoping tomorrow hurts a little less.
Life isn't the same for everyone. Some people are held together by love. Others learn to survive the kind of pain they can't even explain to anyone.
Sometimes, sleep is the only escape when life gives you no one to lean on.
@animalistican Just heard a voice note of my mum 2 years later after her passing and I can’t stop weeping at work…like she didn’t deserve what happened her
Underrated life advice: Keep a list of the people who believed in you early. The teacher who pushed you. The boss who took a chance. The friend who told you to go for it. Every now and then, reach out. Update them. And tell them just how much you appreciate what they did for you.
@BBCWorld Uganda has seen days this year oooooh
Ebola is no longer connected to Congo but Uganda 🇺🇬
Kenya blamed Uganda
Now Nigeria also 🙌🙌🙌
You people leave us alone we have a lot of problems
We should stop pretending that the border with DRC isn't as porous as every other border. Since we now understand the concept of asymptomatic cases we should admit to ourselves that temperature guns are not really an effective screening tool. Both cases of ebola that transited through Uganda were already undergoing treatment so that likely masked the usual symptoms.