🔁 ✅ Minister Balaam was questioning a teacher in Bududa about 16 million being paid for meals to feed almost 95 group staff, those non-teaching staff in that Bududa school.
🔁 ✅ He was asking if that isn't too much, and the head teacher told him even at the bare minimum, a person who leaves home early and spends the whole day taking care of our children, a plate is just Sh1,000 in a day. You multiply it, and you get only 16 million in a full 3-month term, yet the minister still says it's too much.
🔁 ✅ I thought about our MPs in parliament with hefty allowances, each with a car over Sh300 million, and billions budgeted for tea and mandazis just for refreshments, who don't go to the constituency, some of them, until elections are near.
🔁 ✅ Now compare that to these group employees who are with our children the entire day in school; we trust them with the safety of our kids and the learning environment, they are like guardians taking care of our kids while we are at work.
🔁 ✅ You can see it in any school (they open, they clean, they watch the gate, they stay till the last child leaves), and they eat a meal less than Sh2,000 a day, and we want to call that extravagance. No, I thank that headmaster for standing firm that it is even below average.
🔁 ✅ That minister should be lobbying to increase that feeding money and, where possible, cut it from the unnecessary allowances for MPs, instead of humiliating a hard-working headmaster.
@ObitaStewartOBE@KagutaMuseveni As per the communication, the flags were to fly half mast a day to the day of the burial and a day after the day of the burial, plus the day of the burial.
The minister of works and transport just landed on a house that was built in the road map and the owners had fully finished the building outside but nothing inside. They wanted to be compensated with 8 billion.
I love the theory that depression is the soul's way of rejecting the life you're forcing yourself to live. your spirit shuts down when you're too far from your purpose, people, or path.
I read that ants have no real concept of us because of their limited eyesight and how huge we are to them. They see us as moving shadows, wind, or obstacles, and I can’t stop thinking about what’s in front of all of us that’s too large for us to comprehend.
In December 2003, 38-year-old Joyce Vincent died alone in her small flat above a busy shopping center in North London.
No one found her for more than two years.
When officials finally forced open the door, they found the television still on. On the sofa was a human skeleton, surrounded by wrapped Christmas presents.
No one had reported her missing. Part of her rent was paid automatically by a benefits agency, so money kept arriving.
Neighbors assumed the flat was empty. The building was noisy, so the sound of the television raised no alarm. When they noticed a smell, they blamed the garbage bins outside.
Her body was too badly decomposed to determine how she died, and the coroner recorded an open verdict. Police identified her by comparing her teeth with dental records and a photograph of her smiling while on holiday.
Joyce had not always been isolated. Friends remembered her as popular, funny, and ambitious.
But in her final years, she quit her job, drifted away from her friends, and spent time in a shelter for victims of domestic abuse. One by one, the people in her life lost track of her, each assuming she was fine.
No one knows exactly how she died or who the presents were for.
Full grown adults that can’t swim, cycle, skate, backpack, take a gap year, vacation, play an instrument or speak multiple foreign languages. Just a lifetime of hustling and trying to leave survival mode. These are subtle poverty metrics that no one really talks about
As a former Police Officer, I fully understand & appreciate the tough implementation of traffic regulation & government policy of making sure that students touring educational sites, or inter school programs are not harmed in any way like the Kapchorwa terrible accident.
I am chairman BOG of a secondary school in Sheema. Students from my school left the school on Tuesday, forced to spend a night in the bus at Biharwe traffic check point.
The driver claims he did all the tests & his badge wasn’t finalized by the time he drove the students. The police cross checked the following day & he was allowed to proceed to Tororo Girls.
At Lugazi, they were stopped again & they spent the night in the bus again. By the time they got another driver, the program was already underway at Tororo.
These Girls spent 3 days on the way without having a bath, descent food and rest.
My problem isn’t about blaming police for doing their job. They were absolutely right. My problem is about giving consideration to these young students who have committed no crime.
Why should the
students suffer on the way? Why can’t the police find the required driver who takes them to their tour & back to school at the expense of the school?
We need to balance effective implementation of laws but also the rights of children. The school management must also ensure that all protocols are done especially checking on the authenticity of the driver before children are allowed on the bus. @PoliceUg