Dear @PoliceUg ,
7yrs ago this was the same bus with reg number UBE 110H, owned by Opit, that caused the same accident yesterday.
Can all stakeholders involved conduct a thorough investigation to ensure that the buses in operation are in proper condition?
For nearly a decade, Sarah Nakitto has served as a midwife at Kyenjonjo General Hospital, dedicating her career to maternal care and safe childbirth. Today, however, she is on the other side of the hospital bed, battling end-stage kidney failure and urgently seeking Shs100m for a life-saving transplant.
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20 years of faithfulness!
Today I celebrate and congratulate my honey on 20 years of marriage. Today we celebrate 20 years of being happily naked and unashamed before each other.
Here are some of the things that have helped us grow to this point: faithfulness, great conversations, generosity, great sex and God.
God: All through, it’s been God. Looking at the way we met - two different people from different backgrounds bonding and seamlessly becoming one - it can only be God’s doing. He has been our anchor in everything we’re doing and aspire for. Our shared faith makes the journey more enjoyable. And with God at the heart of our relationship, we are stronger. As they say, a cord of 3 isn’t easily broken.
Faithfulness: One of the 11 songs that played on our wedding day was “I Promise” by Cece Winans. It was a mutual choice. Here are part of the lyrics…
“Everything I have is yours
You're everything I prayed and waited for
And my love, I promise you.”
That was a promise we made to each other and it’s a promise that we try to keep to each other every day, in everything. It’s a promise which has helped us stay faithful, financially transparent, spiritually honest, and on the same page of parenting. I am never worried of where she is, whom she’s meeting and to whom she sent money or what was she is looking for on my phone.
She’s so faithful, trustworthy and diligent. So she keeps all the money, the ATM cards and passwords; my job is to ensure everything is working and we are on track to meet our goals. That peace is irreplaceable.
Generosity: In the last 20 years, this girl has taught me the difference between stewardship and generosity. Guys if I wasn’t married to Carol, I wouldn’t be broke but I don’t think I would have been able to achieve what we’ve achieved. Before we met I used to think I was generous, helping and sharing with those in need. But I was too random and lacked purpose. Then Carol entered the room. Then we talked and decided to keep track of every single coin we earned, our responsibilities, and our financial goals including our giving. And that discipline has helped us to support more people, be more generous and I think be better stewards of what God has blessed us with.
Conversation: From the very first day I talked to this girl, our conversations have never stopped. We can talk! Every time I go anywhere, I can’t wait to get back and talk to my baby. Chick has grown to understand and enjoy conversations about football, politics, conspiracies, and walking, just like I have grown to enjoy stories of wedding dresses, cooking, books and all things girls talk about. When I miss chatting with her after an early morning and a long day, the following day, I squeeze in a moment to call her to catch up. And sometimes a long conversation in the night while cuddling hasn’t been a great contraceptive.
Great sex: In our early years, we discovered the sweetest way to conclude our “peace talks” was making love. Whether it’s journeying through a rough patch or preparing for a major business meeting, lovemaking has the power of calming down everything and put us in the right mood for any battle. And over the years I can say, those regular moments between the two of us are indeed the glue of our relationship.
Girl, you’re still the one I want to walk with for the rest of my life.
Let me first pull a chair and lower my voice a little.
I have 12 years of marriage experience. Eh. So I know exactly what you are talking about.
I dont know how long you have been married married. But given that there are school going children, I trust above 5 and more years.
Those years mean you have seen this woman in her worst and she has seen you in yours. It means the romance of early marriage has settled into something heavier. Responsibility, expectation, school fees lists on the fridge, her mother knowing which days to come when you're not home.
It is also when a man starts feeling invisible.
Not unloved necessarily.
Just... invisible.
Like a functional wall.
People lean on it, paint it, hang pictures on it, but nobody asks the wall how it's doing.
So you took time off in Mukono. You ate your pork. You watched your football in peace.
I understand this completely. Many times between my 4th and 7th year of marriage I used to sit on the balcony, outside the house for hours before going inside. Just sitting. Silence.
That balcony was my Mukono.
But there's a bigger question: does she know you are this tired? Not tired-tired like "long week." But tired tired. The kind where even her voice asking about fees feels like a stone landing on a bruised place?
Because if she doesn't know, then she has been living with a man who is quietly disappearing and she thinks everything is fine. That is dangerous. Not because she is bad. But because women, when they finally discover the distance, they count backwards. They remember every quiet dinner. Every one-word answer. And they feel it all at once.
The lie about Gulu? Forgive yourself. You needed air.
But go home tonight. Sometime this week, not tonight, tonight just rest. But sometime this week, sit with her. No phones. Tell her "I am not okay and I need us to figure this out together."
That conversation is scarier than any conference.
But it's the only one that actually matters.
Then have some anchors in your life. If you have non, start developing them now.
A few good men. Preferably married.
A good and consistent priest.
These always come in handy!
I used to think women who chose their careers over motherhood were selfish.
Like… how do you willingly walk away from something so “natural”?
But after the last 3 months of my life, I get it. I really do.
Motherhood is not just cute pictures, soft baby giggles and “bundle of joy” captions.
It’s exhausting, it’s consuming, and some days it feels like you’ve completely lost yourself. Nobody really prepares you for that part.
I’ve had to turn down real opportunities good ones.
Not because I’m not capable, not because I’m not ready, but because of distance, timing, and the reality that I have a whole human being depending on me.
Your career pauses.
Life shifts.
And somehow, you’re expected to just… be fine with it.
So no, women who choose themselves, their careers, their freedom they are not selfish.
If anything, they are honest.
And please, let me not see one of those takes that “we don’t owe our parents anything,” especially our mothers.
Some of you are talking from a place of pure ignorance.
The sacrifice is not theory it’s lived experience.
Because if you’ve ever had to put your life on hold for another human being, you’ll understand that motherhood is not just love it’s sacrifice on a level words can’t fully explain.
That being said… even with all of this, even on the days I feel like I’m losing myself…
It’s still worth it, I’m grateful, I’m blessed, I’m thankful 😍
SAPPHIRE
Chubbie Divah, the woman who posted on X falsely accusing Rudeboy of rape & being a pedophile has been sentenced to 7 years in prison today.
A mere post can land you in trouble & ruin your life. 💔
He ghosted me after three months of dating, suddenly vanishing with no explanation. I didn’t call, didn’t text, didn’t chase. I just waited. Silence is louder than words sometimes.
A month later, I saw him at a party with someone new. He didn’t notice me. I didn’t make a scene. I just smiled from across the room and walked away.
A week later, he texted me: “Hey… can we talk?” I didn’t respond. I waited two more days, then replied: “Sure. Coffee?”
He showed up grinning like nothing happened, acting like we were still friends. I ordered a latte, he ordered his usual cappuccino. I said, “So… how’s life?”
He launched into small talk, bragging about his new job, his new apartment… all while thinking he was impressing me. Meanwhile, I just sipped my latte, calm as ever.
When he paused, I slid my phone across the table. Open on the screen was our conversation from when he ghosted me, all the unanswered messages, all the dates he bailed on.
He froze. Not a word came out. I smiled, whispered, “Guess you didn’t see this coming.”
I stood up, left my coffee, and walked away. He never reached out again.
Six months later, he tried sliding into my DMs: “I miss you.” I replied: “Which version? The ghost? Or the guy who couldn't text back?
A Toxicologist that operates a snake farm which harbours 4,700,000 snakes in Nasarawa State was in Brekete Family Radio this morning.
He provided the following information on the things that attract snakes to the house are:
1) Egg shells can attract snakes 15 kilometers away.
2) Chickens
3) Rats
4) Frogs
And whatever it can swallow.
All snakes are poisonous except python.
But the speed of the circulation and strength of the poison differ.
Tying a bandage or tourniquet around snake bite causes swelling and can paralyze the part of the body bitten by the snake.
Trekking after a snake bite increases the rate/speed of circulation of the poison which can result to death.
Drinking cold water from the fridge slows down the flow of the poison.
Being calm and reducing movement helps.
Chewing pawpaw leaf and swallowing the liquid stops the flow of snake poison till treatment is received.
If a snake spits its deadly venom into the eye, it can be treated if the victim seeks help on time.
But if the venom enters the nose, the victim can die in a matter of minutes.
But more dangerous than snake is wall Gecko. It is deadlier than snake.
If it leaks a tooth brush and someone uses the brush to clean teeth without washing it first, the person will die.
The shit can kill. So cover your pot and water containers.
Forward to help other people.
Do Have A Refreshing Weekend!