A Nation’s Heartbeat on Parade

The Ugandan sun, a relentless drumbeat, hammered down on potholes simmering with discontent. A Thursday unlike any other, a Thursday where the air vibrated not with the rhythm of commerce, but with the collective pulse of a nation yearning to be heard. From every corner, a tributary flowed – students, influencers, lawyers, mothers clutching the……

Tears Water the Seeds of Change

My Dearest Hearts, The news fluttered into the living room like a wounded bird, its message sharp and unsettling. You, my brave, beautiful children, are planning a march to Parliament. My stomach churns with a cocktail of worry and pride. You, my Gen Z warriors, are ready to take up arms, not of steel and……