Raymond Natukunda

[Arsenal @Arsenal]

Arrived as a boy. Left as a champion.

N5 will always be your home, Gabi ❤️

[Black Mamba Millionaire @BlackMambaMilli]

This is possibly the greatest advice ever

[Sardieq @SardieqWP]

Ardie Savea. Respect.

I could never understand why Scott "Razor" Robertson chose Scott Barrett as captain over Ardie Savea.

Such a small gesture 👇🏽 But so powerful.

#RSAvNZL #Springboks

[Ron Kazooba Kawamara @Ronkawamara]

I have struggled to find words for the death of my King, His Majesty King Oyo Nyimba Kabamba Iguru IV. P

I have seen him grow all his life. I watched him learn to play football and basketball, ride bikes, go to school, leave for university, graduate, and, year after year, grow into his Crown. I watched the boy become a man, and the man become a remarkable King.

We were supposed to be planning his wedding, not his funeral.

Perhaps that is what makes this so difficult to accept. None of us believed the King would die. Even His Majesty believed he was coming home. On the day he passed, we had expected him to be discharged. Only a week earlier, he was still speaking with doctors about new treatment options and participating in the daily family prayer hour. He was happy that Arsenal had started the season with a stronger squad. He was looking forward to this year’s Empaango.

He was still making plans. Still hopeful. Still living.

Oyo loved Tooro deeply. He loved Uganda. He loved his family, and he had a special closeness with our children. But above everything else, he loved God.

He was truly a servant King: humble, gentle, and remarkably close to ordinary people. No one was too small to matter to him. He knew the names of his farm workers and bodyguards, and remembered people he met along the way. The Crown never made him distant from people; it made him feel more responsible for them.

Today, our hearts are especially with the Queen Mother Akiiki. She raised a young boy carrying an extraordinary burden into a gentleman and a great King. What she gave Tooro, through him, can never truly be repaid.

His loss is immeasurable. For our family, the pain is almost impossible to describe. For Tooro, an era has ended far too soon.

But Oyo’s legacy will not die.

It will live in his young son. It will live in the people he served, in the causes he championed, in the Kingdom he loved, and in the contribution he made to Uganda. And above all, it lives with God, the King of Kings whom he loved and served.

I will remember many things about His Majesty. But I will also remember Amooti Oyo: my cousin, my friend, the boy I watched grow up, the Arsenal fan, the father, the son, the brother, and the gentleman behind the Crown.

We were not ready to say goodbye.

Rest in eternal peace, Your Majesty.

The King is dead. The Crown mourns, but the Crown stands.

Long live the King.

[UgHistory @UGHistory256]

1999.

The boy in the green Aga Khan sweater sat at the front of the class, his hand up before his classmate even finished the question.

He knew the answer.

His name, according to the register, was George.

Outside the gate, royal guards waited.

But in here, he was just a boy who loved answering SST questions.

He was seven years old and the world's youngest king, but right now, none of that mattered.

The teacher had asked a question about yesterday's homework, and his hand was already in the air, fingers stretched toward the ceiling like he could grab the answer from the air itself.

His green sweater was slightly too big at the sleeves, the way school uniforms always are when you're still growing into them.

He sat at the front, not because anyone had put him there, but because that's where you sit when you want to be seen, when you want to be called on, when you have something to say.

The other children knew him as George.

Some of them knew about the crown, of course, you can't exactly hide being the Omukama of Tooro when your guards wait by the gate, but children are practical creatures.

A king who shares his lunch is just a friend.

A king who laughs too loud in the playground is just a boy.

And George laughed loudly.

He ran fast.

He argued about whose turn it was on the swings.

He was, in every way that mattered, exactly like the rest of them.

When the bell rang, he didn't walk out like a monarch.

He spilled out with the others, bag hanging on one shoulder, green sweater untucked, already talking about what was for lunch.

The guards were there, as they always were, but they kept their distance, and he kept his joy.

At home, the real kingdom awaited: the balcony with the miniature pool table, where his sister Ruth was already waiting.

She was older, watchful in the way sisters are, the keeper of his small secrets and the only person who could beat him at pool without him minding.

Their laughter filled the house.

Ruth would straighten his collar or hand him the cue, and he would line up his shot with the concentration of a chess grandmaster, tongue poking out slightly.

The weight of Tooro, the councils, the ceremonies, it all stayed outside.

In here, it was just the two of them, brother and sister, building their own small world on a balcony in Kampala.

Then the evening came, and with it the dogs.

Three German shepherds who knew nothing of thrones or titles, who only knew that the boy with the smole was their favourite human.

He ran into the garden, and they circled him, barking with delight, and he ran with them, arms wide, laughter spilling into the fading light.

He was not a king in that moment.

He was not the heir of centuries.

He was just George, seven years old, running with his dogs, alive and bright and burning with the simple joy of being alive.

That was 1999.

The boy in the photograph, the one raising his hand, the one in the green sweater, he grew up.

He became the man his people needed him to be.

He carried the weight, wore the crown, answered the call.

For thirty-one years, he was their king.

But those who loved him best will always remember the other George, the one who sat at the front of the class, who played pool with his sister, who ran with his dogs at dusk.

The kingdom announces that Rukirabasaija is gone.

But George?

George is still there, in the green sweater, hand in the air, ready with the answer.

He always had the answer.

He always will.

The boy in the green sweater.

The hand in the air.

The dogs in the garden.

The sister on the balcony.

These are the things that crowns cannot contain and history books often forget.

But they are the truest things.

They are the things that made him loved.

#ughistory #Tooro @ObukamaBwaTooro @toorokingdompm

[Kenneth Shaaka 沙克 @shaaka777]

It was as if the CEO had appeared before a group of boda boda riders, the questions were superficial, technically uninformed, operationally naive, totally lacking sector expertise. Oversight without expertise is just theatre.(Aba boda munsonyiwe 🙏)

[Buregyeya Apollo, PhD @ApolloBuregyeya]

Arch bridges exist, and they need neither steel bars nor even the steel wire Balaam went searching for. We know politicians sometimes use scientific evidence the way drunkards use streetlight poles, to lean on when convenient, to urinate against when it is not, but rarely for illumination.

[AF Mpanga Advocates @AFMpangaUG]

AF Mpanga has advised on a patent strategy for a laparoscopic device designed for low- and middle-income countries, covering OAPI, ARIPO and South Africa. Grants secured through OAPI and in South Africa. Read full article: https://t.co/u867MaNBdr

[Car Grails @GrailArchive]

F1 drivers are talented, but Rally drivers are actual psychopaths

The first car wasnt even driving, its literally jumping😂

[rxhul_ @RxhulUTD]

Fckin hell man. No wonder he always managed to turn his team’s fortunes around every season. 😬

[Mwesigye Samantha @scamwesigye2]

📌📌📌📌📌
In Re: URSB!

[O.r.tega @OrtegaTalks]

In my next series: I will offer some reflection, as to the questions we should all be asking and learnings for future infrastructure projects in Uganda

[DBwambale @TheMutaD]

The Constitution of the Republic of Uganda has ONLY 4 NON-DEROGABLE rights.

Freedom from torture
Freedom from slavery
Right to a FAIR HEARING
Right to habeas corpus

Everyone who says they should be done away with, SHALL need them one day. It's the way of ALL human existence.

[Premier League @premierleague]

A first piece of silverware for @Arsenal this season! 🔴

The Gunners defeat Man City 3-0 to win the Community Shield 🏆

[Raymond Natukunda @the_tenderer]

Balaam, Nameere: When Ministry of Local Government becomes too local https://t.co/Kwn3gCDBk8

[Thando @ThandoNtshiza]

Unrelated, but do you guys know what literally means?😭

[DBwambale @TheMutaD]

The problem is the system. No individual is going to fix that, especially if spectacle is the preferred mode that entertains the unwashed

[Arsenal @Arsenal]

A force of nature.

Guimaraes is a Gunner ✍️

[Kenneth Shaaka 沙克 @shaaka777]

To the false allegations that URC spent 25 Billion on staff training & that Ugandans masqueraded as Spanish citizens.

The committee had the contract which was clearly with a consulting firm not with individuals.

Inquest by ambush in order to play to the gallery is not helpful.