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Dear wedding DJ.
Luther Vandross’ Dance with My Father is about longing for a deceased father. Playing it while the father is literally standing there dancing with the bride is a strange contextual mismatch.
Today, I engaged with officers undertaking a course at the Senior Command and Staff College, Kimaka, 52 of whom are students drawn from across the continent. We discussed strategic security, wealth creation, ICT, population growth and the dangers of sectarianism.
I emphasized that Africa’s future lies in economic and political integration, guided by Patriotism and Pan-Africanism. We must build the capacity to defend our interests in all spheres while creating prosperity and opportunities for our people.
I congratulate the students and wish them good luck.
In Memory of Dr. Mathew Lukwiya
In his final hours, he spoke to Sister Apio Anyai Angioletta, the paediatric nurse who had known him for years. She would later remember his exact words.
"Sister, things are worsening. I have tried to fight. The battle is almost over. Now I am seeing that I am also going. The time has come for me to go. That I know. I am going. But if I go, I will be at the doorway. Nobody is going to die now. I will tell my God that enough is enough."
Then he began to sing a hymn about war. Everyone in the room broke down. Sister Apio replied, "No, doctor, it will not be like that." But it was. On December 4th his breathing briefly stabilised. Later that evening his lungs began to haemorrhage. He died at 1:20am on December 5th, 2000.
He was buried at 4pm the same day. The coffin was sprayed with Jik bleach as it was lowered. Margaret asked if she could see him one last time and was refused. The body was considered too infectious.
He was placed in a grave he had chosen himself while he was dying, at the Grotto inside the hospital grounds, beside Dr. Lucille Teasdale and later Piero Corti. Teasdale had died in 1996 of AIDS, contracted while operating on an HIV-positive patient.
The student was buried beside his mentors.
And then something extraordinary happened. After Lukwiya's death, every remaining Ebola patient at Lacor survived. Not another single person died at the hospital. Sister Apio remembered the promise he had made on his deathbed: "I will tell my God that enough is enough." It is the kind of detail you would not believe if you read it in a novel.
By the time the WHO declared Uganda Ebola-free on February 6th, 2001, 425 confirmed and probable cases had been recorded, and 224 Ugandans had died, including thirteen health workers from Lacor alone.
The survival rate during the outbreak was nearly 50%, compared to as low as 10% in previous African outbreaks, largely because of the systems Lukwiya had built before anyone else even knew what was happening.
This is what the mainstream story leaves out. The intern who refused a teaching job in England. The doctor who walked into the bush instead of the nuns. The administrator who turned the hospital into a shelter for nine thousand people, most of them children, every night.
The Acholi son of a smuggler who topped his country in school, won the John Hay Prize at Liverpool, and still chose Gulu over everything else. By the time he made that final speech to his nurses, the heroism was already the entire shape of his life. The Ebola work only made it public.
Happy Heroes Day, Dr Matthew and all healthcare workers who sacrifice more than they should have to! #HeroesDay
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Fraine Supermarket just been to your Kabalagala outlet. A fire brokeout. A certain Phillipoid Ahumuza rose to the challenge and reached out for the fire extinguisher as others scampered for safety. It fire had caught the wooden ceiling. He ought to be recognized for exceptional dedication to duty. The fire could have set everything into losses. Salute to him.
@ReachDrMuganga is undermining a legitimate debate by framing it as discrimination against him as a Munyarwanda. That is not the issue. An expired passport does not mean one ceases to be a citizen; a passport is merely a travel document. Many Ugandan citizens do not even hold passports.
The real issue is straightforward: if you acquired Rwandan citizenship while working in Rwanda, Canadian citizenship while in Canada, and later Ugandan citizenship, then simply state the facts as they are. There is nothing inherently wrong with holding multiple citizenships. The question is whether Uganda’s Constitution and laws permit a person with that citizenship history to hold certain offices, including that of Minister. That is the debate—not ethnicity.
A good student has no money and has no time.
For generations at Kiira College Butiki, Mr. Mulongo’s assembly quotes shaped minds, built character, and reminded students that greatness demands sacrifice. @Butiki_League
This is not correct @FabrizioRomano.
The most decorated African player in history is Hossam Ashour of Egypt.
He won 39 trophies:
CAF Champions League x6
Egyptian Premier League x13
Egypt Cup x4
Egyptian Super Cup x10
CAF Super Cup x5
CAF Confederation Cup x1
Muhammad Abou Trika also won 29 trophies.
Achraf Hakimi is the most decorated African footballer in European football history.
There is a difference. Please make the correction @FabrizioRomano
In the same vein, the MODVA and UPDF also welcome the new MS MODVA Defence, Hon Akifeza Grace Ngabirano. We also congratulate Hon Oleru Huda Abason for retaining her position as MS MODVA Veteran Affairs. We look forward to working with you to further strengthen defence and security in Uganda and the region. Hongera sana Hon Ministers!
.@KiryowaKk - Congratulations to you sir, the incoming Minister of Defence and Veteran Affairs (MODVA). The MODVA and UPDF family warmly welcome you to the MODVA & UPDF Joint Services HQ. We look forward to working with you to strengthen defence and security in Uganda and the region. Hongera sana Mheishimiwa!