QuietQuill👨🏽‍💻

software engineer | Manchester United fan | Movie lover | 📚Life long learner

[Maris @Nazumejud]

After I had an affair, my husband never touched me again. For eighteen years, we lived like strangers, until a post-retirement physical exam when what the doctor said made me break down on the spot………

[Maris @Nazumejud]

It never did.

I began sorting through things—not because I wanted to, but because it felt dangerous to leave the past untouched. The attic came first. Boxes labeled in Michael’s precise handwriting: Taxes 1999–2005, Jake – School, Camping. I opened them slowly, like unexploded bombs.

There were photographs I had forgotten existed. Jake at six, missing his two front teeth, sitting on Michael’s shoulders at the county fair. Michael teaching him how to tie a fishing knot, their heads bent together in conspiratorial concentration. Jake asleep on Michael’s chest on the couch—that couch—both of them drooling slightly, television static flickering across their faces.

I pressed one photo to my chest and slid down against the attic wall, my knees folding under the weight of it all.

He had been a good father.

Not “good considering.” Not “good despite.” Just good. Patient. Present. Loving. And I had let him build that love on a lie so old I had convinced myself it was the truth.

That was the thing I couldn’t escape: I hadn’t remembered lying. The lie had fossilized. It had become the ground beneath my feet, something I walked on without thinking. And when it finally cracked, everything built on top of it collapsed in a single, devastating instant.

Jake called every Sunday.

At first, I waited by the phone like a penitent. Later, I pretended I hadn’t been. He never mentioned Michael unless I asked, and even then, his words were carefully neutral, like a mediator trying to prevent a war that had already been lost.

“He’s fixing up the dock,” Jake said once. “Says the lake freezes solid enough to walk on in winter.”

“I’m glad,” I replied, though my voice sounded like it belonged to someone else.

I wanted to ask if he laughs, if he smiles, if he still wakes up at night gripping a pillow like it’s a life raft. I wanted to ask if Michael ever sat alone with a glass of whiskey and wondered what might have happened if he had screamed instead of going quiet, if he had left instead of staying, if he had chosen himself eighteen years earlier.

But I didn’t ask. I had forfeited the right to that knowledge.

One afternoon in early spring, I found myself driving without a destination. The car seemed to know where to go before I did. When I realized I was on the road to Lake Addison, my hands tightened on the steering wheel—but I didn’t turn back.

The lake was unchanged. The same battered picnic tables. The same uneven shoreline. The same water that had once reflected a version of myself I barely recognized anymore.

I sat on a bench and watched a young couple sketching near the water’s edge. The woman laughed freely, head thrown back, pencil smudges on her cheek. The man leaned close, whispering something that made her smile soften into something private.

I felt no jealousy. Only grief—for her, maybe, or for myself, or for the woman I had been before I learned how expensive one moment of carelessness could become……

[Karitas Karisimbi @KaritasKarisim2]

I would like to share a personal reflection on the ongoing conversations around citizenship, identity, and public service in Uganda. I was born and raised in Uganda. It is the country that shaped me, educated me, gave me opportunities, and allowed me to serve to the best of my ability. When my Ugandan passport was revoked years ago, it was one of the most difficult experiences of my life. It felt deeply personal and, at the time, heartbreaking. I was asked to choose between aspects of my identity that, to me, had never been in conflict. After much reflection, I decided that what mattered most was my ability to continue living, working, and contributing to the country I call home. I subsequently obtained a Rwandan passport and a work permit. While the process brought inconvenience and frustration, it never stopped me from continuing to work, build, contribute, and serve alongside fellow Ugandans. Though I am of Rwandan heritage, I have always considered myself Ugandan in every meaningful sense of the word, having lived here my entire life. That experience taught me an important lesson: service to one’s country is not measured solely by the passport one carries, but by the contribution one makes, the values one upholds, and the commitment one demonstrates to the people around them. As we debate recent appointments and questions of citizenship, I believe our focus should remain on competence, integrity, service, and the value individuals can bring to Uganda. Institutions responsible for appointments should be allowed to perform their duties, while the rest of us assess leaders by the impact they make.
Uganda’s story has always been one of diverse communities, cultures, and histories living alongside one another. Our identities are often more interconnected than we sometimes acknowledge. That diversity should be a source of strength rather than division. I also wish to say this respectfully: those who seek to inflame tensions or claim to speak for all Banyarwanda do not speak for me. I have never denied my heritage, nor have I ever stopped loving Uganda. The loss of a passport did not diminish my affection for this country or my desire to contribute to its future. We are a peaceful people. We are neighbours, colleagues, friends, and family members. The conversations we have today will shape the country our children inherit tomorrow. Let us therefore choose wisdom over anger, unity over division, and dialogue over suspicion. I love Uganda, and I remain grateful for all it has given me. I also remember a time when many people of Rwandan heritage living in Uganda felt unable to openly acknowledge that part of who they were. We have made significant progress since then. Let us not move backwards. Let us continue building a society where people are judged by their character, contribution, and commitment to the common good.
Peace, respect, and togetherness must always come first #peace #respect #love #understanding

[QuietQuill👨🏽‍💻 @sharp_denis14]

@MCFMakAlumni @Makerere Fare thee well, @SylasRuhweza. Your memory will live on in our hearts.

[Transfer News Live @DeadlineDayLive]

🚨 Manchester United are prepared to make a major statement in midfield this summer, with plans for a marquee arrival worth around £100M. 👀

Beyond that, the club are expected to move smartly in the market, with spending likely to depend on opportunities rather than fixed budgets.

(Source: @samuelluckhurst )

[African @ali_naka]

Iranian strikes on US bases across Middle East are part of plan devised by Ayatollah Ali Khamenei shortly before his death

The plan allegedly involves creating upheaval in global markets and raising the stakes to pressure the US and Israel, according to an insider. Legendary 🤌🏿

[Wealth @thecapitalistt0]

Study Why You Should Never Own Property in Your Own Name

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[African Hub @AfricanHub_]

Botswana’s 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:

“If 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 buyer’s interest is not truly valuable.”

[Switch @prophetswitch]

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Take a listen

[曼联球迷 @_Utdbaki]

Manchester United vs Little City

Full Match 🎬 https://t.co/nw2WPmiFLS

[QuietQuill👨🏽‍💻 @sharp_denis14]

@premierleague @ManUtd 2

[QuietQuill👨🏽‍💻 @sharp_denis14]

@samuelluckhurst Wilcox may think he’s bigger than the club, but Manchester United has a way of humbling everyone. His time won’t last.

[QuietQuill👨🏽‍💻 @sharp_denis14]

@rioferdy5 Lost & devastated, I feel United should be bought by new owners. We need our club back competing for trophies, not trapped in the same hire-and-fire loop.

[QuietQuill👨🏽‍💻 @sharp_denis14]

@SkySportsPL Can you help me make sure this reaches INEOS. He was fired for being honest. The problem is poor management decisions. You don’t hire someone, change their role, then blame them. INEOS needs to hear this. Amorim left like boss & for that I respect him. Good luck gaffer.

[Alex ✯ @UnitedAlex7]

🗣️| Gary Neville SUPPORTS Ruben Amorim

[QuietQuill👨🏽‍💻 @sharp_denis14]

@SkySportsPL @Carra23 you should as well be reminded that you’re barely competent enough to be a pundit. Just wondering where you get the audacity with your career stats.

[QuietQuill👨🏽‍💻 @sharp_denis14]

@FabrizioRomano Wilcox should have been the one to go. It’s high time United stopped this cycle of hiring and firing managers, the real problem lies with the club’s management.

[QuietQuill👨🏽‍💻 @sharp_denis14]

@markgoldbridge Constant shouting usually signals a lack of tactical insight. You’re probably among the United fans expecting the Ferguson days to magically return. Progress takes time, we’re moving in the right direction, even if some are too blind to notice.

[QuietQuill👨🏽‍💻 @sharp_denis14]

Tonight’s nightmare is Mbuemo, @ManUtd how on earth is he still on pitch?😢

[QuietQuill👨🏽‍💻 @sharp_denis14]

@Alameen___Abba @grok what is the name of this movie