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Lawyer, feminist, travel-ist, Afroteller, philanthropist, beloved of God. Certified Professional Coach. CEO of @CivsourceAfrica, Author of Facing Mountains

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Let’s Celebrate Them! July is their anniversary month. Last year, Mr. and Mrs. Matembe celebrated 50 years of marriage. They weren’t able to host a celebration, but I promised I would take them out. We kept planning, and life kept happening. Before we knew it, their 50th had quietly become their 51st. But I guess, better late than never. This is still July, so please join me in celebrating this dear couple. Happy 51st Wedding Anniversary, Mr. and Mrs. Matembe! May you have many, many more. #HappyAnniversary #MarriageMilestones #CelebrateLove

Let’s Celebrate Them! July is their anniversary month. Last year, Mr. and Mrs. Matembe celebrated 50 years of marriage. They weren’t able to host a celebration, but I promised I would take them out. We kept planning, and life kept happening. Before we knew it, their 50th had quietly become their 51st. But I guess, better late than never. This is still July, so please join me in celebrating this dear couple. Happy 51st Wedding Anniversary, Mr. and Mrs. Matembe! May you have many, many more. #HappyAnniversary #MarriageMilestones #CelebrateLove

Jacqueline Asiimwe

62,297 просмотров • 16 дней назад

Gratitude Multiplied A few weeks ago, I received a call from my mom. “Jackie, there’s something on my heart. Worship Harvest has been so good to us. I feel we should host them so that we can thank them.” So we got to planning. Yesterday, my parents welcomed the church leadership into their home for an evening of fellowship and a meal. It was their way of saying, “Thank you.” As we used to do when Dad was still in active ministry, our family lined up to receive our guests. Then came the surprise. After greeting us, everyone returned to their cars. Moments later, they began walking back. Each person was carrying a gift. Box after box. Basket after basket. Some were so heavy they had to be carried by two people. “What is this?!” was all my siblings, my parents, and I could say as we stood there in complete disbelief. There is something profoundly beautiful about setting out to honor others, only to find yourself being honored in return. Yesterday, my parents experienced exactly that. We were completely undone. Apostle Moses Mukisa, Pastor Ary, and the entire pastoral team of Worship Harvest, thank you. Thank you for loving my parents. Thank you for honoring them. Thank you for faithfully walking with them over the years. Thank you for responding so generously to their invitation. Yesterday reminded me that gratitude has a beautiful way of multiplying. When it is offered freely, it is often returned abundantly. My parents set out to say, “Thank you.” What they received in return was an overwhelming expression of love, generosity, and honor. Mwebale nnyo, nnyo, nnyo. May God continue to bless you, increase you, and use you to be a blessing to many more. #GratitudeInAction #ThePowerOfThanks #Honor

Gratitude Multiplied A few weeks ago, I received a call from my mom. “Jackie, there’s something on my heart. Worship Harvest has been so good to us. I feel we should host them so that we can thank them.” So we got to planning. Yesterday, my parents welcomed the church leadership into their home for an evening of fellowship and a meal. It was their way of saying, “Thank you.” As we used to do when Dad was still in active ministry, our family lined up to receive our guests. Then came the surprise. After greeting us, everyone returned to their cars. Moments later, they began walking back. Each person was carrying a gift. Box after box. Basket after basket. Some were so heavy they had to be carried by two people. “What is this?!” was all my siblings, my parents, and I could say as we stood there in complete disbelief. There is something profoundly beautiful about setting out to honor others, only to find yourself being honored in return. Yesterday, my parents experienced exactly that. We were completely undone. Apostle Moses Mukisa, Pastor Ary, and the entire pastoral team of Worship Harvest, thank you. Thank you for loving my parents. Thank you for honoring them. Thank you for faithfully walking with them over the years. Thank you for responding so generously to their invitation. Yesterday reminded me that gratitude has a beautiful way of multiplying. When it is offered freely, it is often returned abundantly. My parents set out to say, “Thank you.” What they received in return was an overwhelming expression of love, generosity, and honor. Mwebale nnyo, nnyo, nnyo. May God continue to bless you, increase you, and use you to be a blessing to many more. #GratitudeInAction #ThePowerOfThanks #Honor

Jacqueline Asiimwe

11,995 просмотров • 1 месяц назад

I thought I loved trees….. this woman gives her life for them. Two years ago she broke a world record by hugging a tree for 16 hours. This year she’s walking around a tree for 100 hours. Why does she do this? For trees. For the earth. For climate. For now. For the next generation. The 100 hours will end on Tuesday 9th June at 2:00 pm. If you can go to Tembuzi Park to walk with Ariokot Faith Patricia or send her a word of encouragement here, it would mean a lot. Even more, it’s to ask yourself - what is the action you are taking to protect Mother Earth? OWINY hakim Acero😒💥 @NFAUG Uganda Tourism Board Tree Adoption Uganda Schools Tree Project Juliana Kagwa Moses Rutahigwa Joseph Beyanga Joe Walker CivLegacy Foundation GreatOutdoorsUganda Daily Monitor Crystal Newman The New Vision Amanz Willie LESLIE.

I thought I loved trees….. this woman gives her life for them. Two years ago she broke a world record by hugging a tree for 16 hours. This year she’s walking around a tree for 100 hours. Why does she do this? For trees. For the earth. For climate. For now. For the next generation. The 100 hours will end on Tuesday 9th June at 2:00 pm. If you can go to Tembuzi Park to walk with Ariokot Faith Patricia or send her a word of encouragement here, it would mean a lot. Even more, it’s to ask yourself - what is the action you are taking to protect Mother Earth? OWINY hakim Acero😒💥 @NFAUG Uganda Tourism Board Tree Adoption Uganda Schools Tree Project Juliana Kagwa Moses Rutahigwa Joseph Beyanga Joe Walker CivLegacy Foundation GreatOutdoorsUganda Daily Monitor Crystal Newman The New Vision Amanz Willie LESLIE.

Jacqueline Asiimwe

10,934 просмотров • 2 месяцев назад

Walking with the Man My Son Is Becoming What an honor it was to walk with him this morning. Firstborn with firstborn. Adult with adult. Mother with son. He is my firstborn. Born 24 years ago this March. There are days when I still see the boy I carried, the child I held, the young teenager I worried over. And then there are mornings like this, when I walk beside him and realize that he is not yet fully formed, not finished, not fixed… but becoming. I almost had to drag him out of bed. “I’m not a morning person,” he said, his voice still wrapped in sleep. And yes, the first few minutes of our walk felt like watching him slowly thaw into the day. 😊 But I waited. I slowed down. I let him arrive in his own time. And then the conversation opened. I realized I had never really asked him what adulthood feels like from his side of the journey. So I leaned in. “Tell me,” I said softly, “What has surprised you? What do you wish you had known earlier?” “Man!” he laughed. “Now I understand why you and dad used to complain about us leaving the lights on. Everything costs when you’re an adult. You pay for everything!” We laughed together. But beneath his humor was discovery, the moment a child realizes that adulthood is not just freedom, but responsibility. Adulting, he is learning, can feel like a never-ending cycle of bills. Now that he works to cover his own costs, he feels the pinch. We still support him, of course. But I can see something shifting in him: a growing awareness of effort, value, and gratitude. Then his tone changed. “Another hard thing,” he said, “is communication. People should just say what they mean and mean what they say. Adults skirt around things too much.” I smiled, and felt the weight of truth in his words. “Yes,” I told him gently. “That is one of the hardest parts of growing up. People hide. They avoid. They say one thing and mean another. Learning to communicate well is a lifelong journey. Keep being true to yourself.” We spoke about self-control, about choices, about the quiet battles no one sees. “It’s one thing for you to tell me not to do something,” he said thoughtfully. “But I also have to find my own why.” In that moment, I felt the bittersweet beauty of motherhood. You can guide, but you cannot walk the path for them. You can warn, but you cannot choose for them. You can love, but you cannot live their lives. My little boy is growing. Not loudly. Not dramatically. But steadily. One insight at a time. As we ended our walk, we sat down quietly. I took his hand, his hand now larger than mine, and I spoke my blessing over him. I told him my hopes for his life. I told him my prayer for his journey. And above all else, I told him this: He may still be becoming, but he must never forget that he is deeply, fiercely, unconditionally loved. Not just as a man in the making. But always, as my son. #Becoming #MotherAndSon #WalkTalkConnect

Walking with the Man My Son Is Becoming What an honor it was to walk with him this morning. Firstborn with firstborn. Adult with adult. Mother with son. He is my firstborn. Born 24 years ago this March. There are days when I still see the boy I carried, the child I held, the young teenager I worried over. And then there are mornings like this, when I walk beside him and realize that he is not yet fully formed, not finished, not fixed… but becoming. I almost had to drag him out of bed. “I’m not a morning person,” he said, his voice still wrapped in sleep. And yes, the first few minutes of our walk felt like watching him slowly thaw into the day. 😊 But I waited. I slowed down. I let him arrive in his own time. And then the conversation opened. I realized I had never really asked him what adulthood feels like from his side of the journey. So I leaned in. “Tell me,” I said softly, “What has surprised you? What do you wish you had known earlier?” “Man!” he laughed. “Now I understand why you and dad used to complain about us leaving the lights on. Everything costs when you’re an adult. You pay for everything!” We laughed together. But beneath his humor was discovery, the moment a child realizes that adulthood is not just freedom, but responsibility. Adulting, he is learning, can feel like a never-ending cycle of bills. Now that he works to cover his own costs, he feels the pinch. We still support him, of course. But I can see something shifting in him: a growing awareness of effort, value, and gratitude. Then his tone changed. “Another hard thing,” he said, “is communication. People should just say what they mean and mean what they say. Adults skirt around things too much.” I smiled, and felt the weight of truth in his words. “Yes,” I told him gently. “That is one of the hardest parts of growing up. People hide. They avoid. They say one thing and mean another. Learning to communicate well is a lifelong journey. Keep being true to yourself.” We spoke about self-control, about choices, about the quiet battles no one sees. “It’s one thing for you to tell me not to do something,” he said thoughtfully. “But I also have to find my own why.” In that moment, I felt the bittersweet beauty of motherhood. You can guide, but you cannot walk the path for them. You can warn, but you cannot choose for them. You can love, but you cannot live their lives. My little boy is growing. Not loudly. Not dramatically. But steadily. One insight at a time. As we ended our walk, we sat down quietly. I took his hand, his hand now larger than mine, and I spoke my blessing over him. I told him my hopes for his life. I told him my prayer for his journey. And above all else, I told him this: He may still be becoming, but he must never forget that he is deeply, fiercely, unconditionally loved. Not just as a man in the making. But always, as my son. #Becoming #MotherAndSon #WalkTalkConnect

Jacqueline Asiimwe

20,042 просмотров • 6 месяцев назад

Making the Invisible Visible: A Walk for Clean Air This morning, at the invitation of Public Square, I had the honor of using the WalkTalkConnect platform to highlight a cause that touches every breath we take — clean air. I walked with Eng.Tabaro and Ruth, two young professionals passionately advocating for clean air and climate justice. We used a small AirCasting monitor to track real-time PM2.5 pollution levels along our route through Kampala Central Division. The results were sobering: much of the air we breathed was classified as “Unhealthy for Sensitive Groups.” What does that mean in real terms? It means that children, the elderly, and people with respiratory conditions are at risk—just by walking through their own city. This is a serious health risk. “Why does this matter?”, you ask…. Because what we can’t see can hurt us. Fine particle pollution comes from vehicles, open burning, construction dust, and industrial emissions. These tiny particles get deep into our lungs and bloodstream, increasing the risk of asthma, heart disease, strokes, and even cancer. It’s a silent health crisis hiding in plain sight. As a country, we need to enact national air quality legislation, invest in clean public transport, regulate industrial emissions, and increase green spaces in our cities. Clean air is not a luxury. It’s a right. Today reminded me that we all deserve to breathe freely. Clean air is not a luxury. It’s a right. #WalkTalkConnect #KampalaBreathes #WalkForCleanAirUG Joseph Beyanga Joe Walker Anthony Natif Mujuni Raymond

Making the Invisible Visible: A Walk for Clean Air This morning, at the invitation of Public Square, I had the honor of using the WalkTalkConnect platform to highlight a cause that touches every breath we take — clean air. I walked with Eng.Tabaro and Ruth, two young professionals passionately advocating for clean air and climate justice. We used a small AirCasting monitor to track real-time PM2.5 pollution levels along our route through Kampala Central Division. The results were sobering: much of the air we breathed was classified as “Unhealthy for Sensitive Groups.” What does that mean in real terms? It means that children, the elderly, and people with respiratory conditions are at risk—just by walking through their own city. This is a serious health risk. “Why does this matter?”, you ask…. Because what we can’t see can hurt us. Fine particle pollution comes from vehicles, open burning, construction dust, and industrial emissions. These tiny particles get deep into our lungs and bloodstream, increasing the risk of asthma, heart disease, strokes, and even cancer. It’s a silent health crisis hiding in plain sight. As a country, we need to enact national air quality legislation, invest in clean public transport, regulate industrial emissions, and increase green spaces in our cities. Clean air is not a luxury. It’s a right. Today reminded me that we all deserve to breathe freely. Clean air is not a luxury. It’s a right. #WalkTalkConnect #KampalaBreathes #WalkForCleanAirUG Joseph Beyanga Joe Walker Anthony Natif Mujuni Raymond

Jacqueline Asiimwe

28,844 просмотров • 1 год назад

One of my favourite mother–sons rituals is our annual photo shoot. It’s our excuse to goof around, tease each other, laugh loudly, dance badly, and simply be ourselves. But somewhere between the jokes and the poses, something deeper happens: we are quietly creating memories. I’ve loved watching them grow through this ritual, from the days when I could hold both of them on my lap, to now playfully sitting on theirs. From me choosing their outfits, to them confidently suggesting what we should wear… though this time I announced that this was the last black-and-white edition. 🙈 I hope we’ll still be doing this when we are much, much older. May the ritual never grow old, even as we do. 💛 #MotherhoodMoments #RitualsOfLove #GrowingTogether

One of my favourite mother–sons rituals is our annual photo shoot. It’s our excuse to goof around, tease each other, laugh loudly, dance badly, and simply be ourselves. But somewhere between the jokes and the poses, something deeper happens: we are quietly creating memories. I’ve loved watching them grow through this ritual, from the days when I could hold both of them on my lap, to now playfully sitting on theirs. From me choosing their outfits, to them confidently suggesting what we should wear… though this time I announced that this was the last black-and-white edition. 🙈 I hope we’ll still be doing this when we are much, much older. May the ritual never grow old, even as we do. 💛 #MotherhoodMoments #RitualsOfLove #GrowingTogether

Jacqueline Asiimwe

15,884 просмотров • 6 месяцев назад

A Life Written in Words One of the first questions I asked him as we sat down was how many articles he has written over the years. It feels like Charles Onyango-Obbo, has been writing since the beginning of time. “At least 10,000,” he said, almost lightly. I am still trying to wrap my head around that number. Ten thousand pieces of thought. Ten thousand acts of discipline. Ten thousand moments of paying attention to the world and choosing to document it. That is not just writing. That is rhythm. That is commitment. That is the quiet endurance of someone who has chosen words as both craft and calling. It is also a lot of observing, reflecting, pausing, and thinking: the unseen labor behind every published piece. And beyond his own writing, he has helped shape journalism in East Africa and beyond, influencing how stories are told, how truth is pursued, and how public discourse evolves. He is a man of the word, a man of words, and a man of his word. What a delight it was to sit down with him for a Footprints podcast conversation. Listening to him trace the arcs of his life and career reminded me why we started this podcast in the first place: to sit at the feet of those who have walked long journeys and to gather the wisdom they have picked up along the way. Season 2 will take us back in time with our elders, through their stories, their turning points, their doubts, and their convictions. In a fast-moving world, these conversations feel like an act of preservation. Thank you for walking with us through Season 1. Season 2 is coming, and with it, more wisdom, more memory, more footprints to follow. See you soon! #FootprintsPodcast #WisdomAcrossGenerations #PowerOfStory CivLegacy Foundation

A Life Written in Words One of the first questions I asked him as we sat down was how many articles he has written over the years. It feels like Charles Onyango-Obbo, has been writing since the beginning of time. “At least 10,000,” he said, almost lightly. I am still trying to wrap my head around that number. Ten thousand pieces of thought. Ten thousand acts of discipline. Ten thousand moments of paying attention to the world and choosing to document it. That is not just writing. That is rhythm. That is commitment. That is the quiet endurance of someone who has chosen words as both craft and calling. It is also a lot of observing, reflecting, pausing, and thinking: the unseen labor behind every published piece. And beyond his own writing, he has helped shape journalism in East Africa and beyond, influencing how stories are told, how truth is pursued, and how public discourse evolves. He is a man of the word, a man of words, and a man of his word. What a delight it was to sit down with him for a Footprints podcast conversation. Listening to him trace the arcs of his life and career reminded me why we started this podcast in the first place: to sit at the feet of those who have walked long journeys and to gather the wisdom they have picked up along the way. Season 2 will take us back in time with our elders, through their stories, their turning points, their doubts, and their convictions. In a fast-moving world, these conversations feel like an act of preservation. Thank you for walking with us through Season 1. Season 2 is coming, and with it, more wisdom, more memory, more footprints to follow. See you soon! #FootprintsPodcast #WisdomAcrossGenerations #PowerOfStory CivLegacy Foundation

Jacqueline Asiimwe

11,121 просмотров • 6 месяцев назад

Today was an exciting day as we drove approximately 220 kilometers to interview Canon Janet Wesonga, one of Africa's firsts. In 1967, she became the first woman to hold the post of Mayor of Mbale, a remarkable achievement that she humbly did not mention herself. Instead, she spoke about her work in the Mother's Union, being the wife of a Bishop, and now advising on many matters. Janet is also a canon in the Church of Uganda, although she is no longer as actively involved in church matters given her advanced age. At nearly 96 years old (her birthday is at the end of April), Canon Janet still remembers driving around in her Volkswagen as she did her work. At the time, not many women drove, and she was a marvel. People would literally line the roads to stare at her as she drove. As the only female mayor at the time, she led 24 men, but she led well because she was respected, and people were civil in affairs of the district, were hardworking, and collegial. While Canon Janet is happy that more women now occupy leadership positions, she reminds us not to take this for granted and to continue to make a difference for the community. We are excited to share more of her story and wisdom on the upcoming Foot Prints podcast airing this April. Foot Prints is a product of the Mopane Leadership program of CivSource Africa. If you're interested in hearing more about Canon Janet's journey and insights, make sure to tune in! (Photos: Zahara Abdul 📷 Video: Thee Ghetto Duke)

Today was an exciting day as we drove approximately 220 kilometers to interview Canon Janet Wesonga, one of Africa's firsts. In 1967, she became the first woman to hold the post of Mayor of Mbale, a remarkable achievement that she humbly did not mention herself. Instead, she spoke about her work in the Mother's Union, being the wife of a Bishop, and now advising on many matters. Janet is also a canon in the Church of Uganda, although she is no longer as actively involved in church matters given her advanced age. At nearly 96 years old (her birthday is at the end of April), Canon Janet still remembers driving around in her Volkswagen as she did her work. At the time, not many women drove, and she was a marvel. People would literally line the roads to stare at her as she drove. As the only female mayor at the time, she led 24 men, but she led well because she was respected, and people were civil in affairs of the district, were hardworking, and collegial. While Canon Janet is happy that more women now occupy leadership positions, she reminds us not to take this for granted and to continue to make a difference for the community. We are excited to share more of her story and wisdom on the upcoming Foot Prints podcast airing this April. Foot Prints is a product of the Mopane Leadership program of CivSource Africa. If you're interested in hearing more about Canon Janet's journey and insights, make sure to tune in! (Photos: Zahara Abdul 📷 Video: Thee Ghetto Duke)

Jacqueline Asiimwe

12,303 просмотров • 2 лет назад

I am the first born at home and my parents often told me I was their guinea pig since they had never been parents before. I took the opportunity to milk that phrase on Monday 19th February when I told my parents that they were my guinea pig for the Foot Prints podcast. I am grateful that they graciously agreed to be our first guests on the podcast which debuts in April. Foot Prints is a podcast that will share stories of and wisdom from elders who have transitioned into retirement. We will share their leadership lessons; their hopes and fears during transition and how they prepared to enter and embrace this new season of their lives. Foot Prints is a product of the Mopane Leadership program of CivSource Africa

I am the first born at home and my parents often told me I was their guinea pig since they had never been parents before. I took the opportunity to milk that phrase on Monday 19th February when I told my parents that they were my guinea pig for the Foot Prints podcast. I am grateful that they graciously agreed to be our first guests on the podcast which debuts in April. Foot Prints is a podcast that will share stories of and wisdom from elders who have transitioned into retirement. We will share their leadership lessons; their hopes and fears during transition and how they prepared to enter and embrace this new season of their lives. Foot Prints is a product of the Mopane Leadership program of CivSource Africa

Jacqueline Asiimwe

10,885 просмотров • 2 лет назад

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