You could tell from the entire exercise today that she was internally struggling with something. Perhaps Matembeās tears yesterday did not let her sleep peacefully, plus all the public sentiments that followed. She finally gathered the courage to say words that many of her colleagues in Temples of (in)Justice have dishonourably failed to say, as they chose to enable oppression of the persecuted. Her conscience has refused to die while she lives. It might be only one instance, but she deserves flowers and respect. Keep that way Sheilla Gloria Atim, regardless. May history count you among those that stood up in the storm. Perhaps more consciences could be gradually woken back to life. Perhaps theyāll be challenged by her courage to say those few words.
Life has a way of revealing what we trust most.
When plans change, relationships disappoint, or fear creeps in, where do you turn first?
We invite you to pause, reflect, and consider whether Jesus truly is enough, or whether you've been looking elsewhere for what only He can provide.
NTV has produced a feature chronicling Gen Muhoozi Kainerugaba's transgressions over the years, especially human rights violations.
This is heavy. Pray for the Nation Media Group. Watch.
Pepe Reina; "You cannot say NO to Barcelona."
Luis Suarez; "It will be difficult to say No to a club like Real Madrid."
Coutinho : "It will be a dream come true to join Barcelona"
Enzo Fernandez: Iād like to live in Madrid, it reminds me of Buenos Aires as a city!ā
Reece James: I SAY NO
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Abantu ennaku zino bekaza! Oli akukubira essimu nāakugamba nti āMPAAYO emitwalo abiriā! Nāomugamba nti tolina nāanyiiga. Ate nga naye zimubuze!
This boda guy narrates a story of the two kids he was given in the early morning to take to school. He says kids were dozing. Adds he paid a certain man to seat on a Boda and hold for him the kids untill school.
Warns parents who send kids to school at that very early morning.
These are the kid of boda-boda riders we need.
But parents and again school, why do u need a bellow 5yr kid at school at 6? Do wt exactly?
Ugandaās fear of poisoning is an interesting one. People fear poison both from their own and from without. So pervasive is the fear that even water served in media studios often remains untouched. Some media houses avoid serving anything, lest they make their guests uncomfortable. Sometimes a fan sees you on a talkshow with water in front of you and they immediately text you: āSpire donāt drink that water please and donāt speak close to the microphoneā. Even at workplaces, many canāt eat what they havenāt served themselves from a common serving point or moved with. What are we really becoming! What is causing this environment?
#WhatDiedWhenWeLived
One of the telling things about our society at our functions is how we behave around food:
1. People loading more food on their plates than they can finish, and without feeling ashamed of the heaps on their plates
2. The fact that people have to be served, because they donāt know how to share limited resources
3. When given a chance for self service, people serving themselves without any regard to those behind them that might not get. Five pieces of chicken are left in the dish, and someone serves himself three of them (with 20 people behind him)
4. People eating more than they need, just because there is free food
5. People acting impatient as if they would die if they took 10 more minutes before their turn to serve (okulookalooka/ okululunkana)
6. Serving the second time (double) before others get anything, and pretending not to have eaten at all
7. Packing food to take home when some people present havenāt got
8. Catering service providers hiding food.
While these habits might seem isolated and only related to food, they ALL vividly manifest themselves when we are in charge of any resources that have to be shared. Think about it. Our biggest problems as a country are around GREED, SELFISHNESS, DISHONESTY, and lack of a sense of SHAME
She was a 20-year-old Argentine waitress and single mother, working long hours in Miami after being abandoned by the father of her little girl.
She wasnāt chasing dreams. She was paying bills. Surviving.
One crowded night behind the bar, a man walked up and asked if he could āhideā for a while.
He said he was an actor. That people had started recognizing him. That he just needed a break from the cameras.
Luciana Barroso didnāt knowāor careāwho he was.
She smiled and said, āSure. But only if you make yourself useful.ā
So he did.
He rolled up his sleeves. Mixed drinks. Served customers. Washed glasses.
Between orders, they talked. Laughed. Felt something easy and unforced take shape.
When her shift ended, she finally asked his name.
āMatt Damon,ā he said.
That ordinary night turned into something extraordinary.
They married in 2005. Nearly twenty years later, theyāre still togetherāraising four daughters, with Matt having adopted Lucianaās eldest as his own.
No spotlight. No grand entrance.
Just two people meeting at the right moment.
Because sometimes the right person doesnāt sweep you off your feet.
He steps behind the barā
and helps you wash the dishes.
Botswanaās President, Duma Gideon Boko, has declined an invitation from United States President Trump to visit the White House.
According to the words of Botswana President Boko:
āIf there is any business or official engagement to discuss, it should take place in Botswana, not abroad.
Botswana is tired of traveling abroad for deals that concern its own resources.
If there is genuine interest in our resources, come to Botswana so we can talk business.
Let us respect the basic principle of commerce: buyers should go to the sellers. If the situation is reversed, then the buyerās interest is not truly valuable.ā
Tonight, letās unite in worship, lift our prayers, and invite the Holy Spirit to move in and through us.
The Evening of Prayer and Worship is on at Watoto Church Downtown and online (https://t.co/kc8w4sZQ8c), Ntinda, Kyengera, Nansana (in your regions and Mbarara (in your sections): Friday, 27 Feb at 6:30pm
Invite someone to join
#SpiritLed #SpiritEmpowere
āYouāre too small to ever have a child.ā
Thatās the sentence my husband left behind when he packed his bags.
I was born with dwarfism.
When doctors told us I couldnāt carry children, he decided that meant I couldnāt be a mother at all.
He walked out. I stayed. I signed the divorce papers alone in a silent apartment that still smelled like him.
For a while, I believed the silence.
Then one afternoon, I walked into a shelter.
In the corner of the room was a crib most people passed without stopping. Inside it ā a one-year-old Black baby girl. Left at birth. No visitors. No one asking about her.
I picked her up.
She wrapped her tiny fingers around mine and didnāt cry.
That was it.
I signed the papers. I took Naomi home.
People stared at us.
They whispered.
They asked how I would carry her.
I carried her everywhere.
On buses.
Up staircases.
Through grocery stores and doctorās appointments.
Through every hard year and every beautiful one.
And Naomi? She ran.
She ran faster than doubt.
Faster than the stares.
Faster than every limitation someone once placed on our family.
She grew into a track-and-field champion.
I stood in the crowd, watching her step onto podiums I never imagined we would reach.
I couldnāt bring a child into this world.
But I brought love into hers.
And somehow, I became the mother of the strongest girl in the world.
Meet Edwin Wandera from Bukalama, Busia County. He looked at a pit latrine and saw electricity. His idea now powers 10 homes, with a goal of powering 100+ homes. Using barbed wire due to limited resources, he even built his own transformer.
This morning a few people saw my daughter walking to school & me following behind her. Some asked me why I did that & others gave me a stank stare.
Iām very well aware sheās only 10. And she walked Because I told her to.
Because she forgot how to treat adults, So I told her to walk.
Because she mistakenly associated her size with her authority, So I told her to walk.
Because her behavior towards me & other adults is unacceptable, So I told her to walk
Until she can appreciate the free ride to/from school. Respect and listen to me. I'm the mom who is watching to know that she's safe. I'm also the mom who is not here to be her friend. I'm the mom who is okay with her child being angry at her sometimes. I'm the mom who is desperate to leave this world better than I found it, through the people I'm bringing up into it.
A lot of people are so afraid to hurt their kid's feelings, but she'll only be mad at me for a little while.
I'm more afraid of my kid growing up to be an entitled asshole.
We're not here to be their friends. We're here to make sure they grow up to become a friend worth having. So yeah she was walking. Thinking. Reflecting. Maturing. Learning. Growing.
And I'm watching. ā¤ļø
~Bringer of rain
Deepen your connection with God, strengthen your faith, and trust in His perfect plans for you!
Donāt miss the Evening of Prayer & Worship tomorrow, Friday, 28 Feb, 6:30pm at select Watoto Church Campuses and online.
Bring a friend, family member, or neighbour along and let's unite in prayer and worship, seeking God's presence and power in our lives!
#EveningOfPrayer #Worship #WatotoChurch #PrayerUnites #SeekingGod