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PEACEPRICE - #MAGA  #Noble https://soundcloud.com/monkssnap/maga

YESU MULAMU  - https://soundcloud.com/monkssnap/yesu-mulamu

KIZITO CHAMPION: - I am the champion no one wrote, the vibes burned before they reached a hand. I am the road without footprints, the song still waiting for its first note. I am the prayer of silent lips, call me by my name #KizitoChampion https://soundcloud.com/monkssnap/kizito-champion

Digital Tribes | #Ebola | #PHEIC - its about common sense, humanity, and the courage to think for yourself. Because truth is not afraid of questions. https://soundcloud.com/monkssnap/freedom-1

MO'Karma™ | Digital Tribes Ebola | PHEIC There are moments when the most important questions are not about what we already know, but about what we have not yet taken the time to investigate. While the world's attention is focused on Ebola outbreaks, WHO emergency declarations, and international public health responses, millions of people continue to live in some of the most resource-rich regions on earth — surrounded by gold, cobalt, coltan, and other minerals that power the global economy. Yet these same communities often carry the heaviest burden of disease, environmental exposure, poverty, and uncertainty. This article is not an attempt to replace science with speculation, nor is it an effort to challenge the established evidence that Ebola is a viral disease. Rather, it seeks to ask questions that deserve serious and honest answers. How much do we really know about the relationship between public health, mining activities, and environmental exposure in East Africa? Why do discussions about tourism, trade, investment, and border security often dominate international headlines, while questions about water quality, heavy metals, and environmental contamination receive far less attention? And how do global media narratives affect communities that are already struggling with both disease outbreaks and economic hardship? With a spirit of inquiry, courage, and respect for evidence, this article explores the intersection of Ebola, PHEIC declarations, mineral extraction, and claims regarding arsenic exposure in parts of eastern Democratic Republic of Congo and neighbouring Uganda. The purpose is not to draw premature conclusions. The purpose is to insist on a principle that should guide journalism, science, and public health alike: Follow the evidence wherever it leads. Ask questions without fear. Demand transparency without prejudice. And remember that people living near some of the world's most valuable natural resources deserve the same scientific curiosity, independent research, and public accountability as any other community. Because truth is never threatened by investigation. Truth requires it. #Ebola | #PHEIC https://www.linkedin.com/pulse/mokarma-digital-tribes-ebola-pheic-mo-monkssnap--clouf

Fort Portal is one of them. And once it enters, it tends to stay. https://soundcloud.com/monkssnap/fort-portal

Text: " let us not hate one another. We were created to live together. Those who spread evil and division will never defeat humanity. The heart already knows what goodness is. Let us stand together and build this world with love."  #LovePeace.

#TuliWamu 2026 #FIFA https://on.soundcloud.com/ynVTzObEueNpitOAsu

Trauma — CPTSD ICD-11 - modern civilization has become highly advanced at building systems, technologies and identities — while millions of human beings quietly carry trauma inside their nervous systems. Across Uganda and large parts of Africa, war, poverty, displacement, climate injustice and generational suffering have created societies where survival often replaces healing. Trauma — CPTSD ICD-11 was created from both lived experience and collective awareness: a belief that healing cannot happen through silence alone, but through human connection, storytelling, emotional safety, women’s empowerment, ecological dignity and community-based restoration.  This is not only about trauma. It is about rebuilding humanity in a world slowly forgetting warmth.https://soundcloud.com/monkssnap/ptsd

Empaako: .....not just language. It is a hand placed softly on the shoulder before anger arrives. It is dignity spoken aloud. It is a people deciding that human beings shall meet each other gently first. A little worship goes a long way. And perhaps that is what the Tooro people understood long before the modern world began measuring intelligence in machines instead of manners. Amoti. Abbooki. Akiiki. Ateenyi. Adyeri. Atwoki. Abwoli. Araali.Acaali.Bbala.Okaali. These are not merely names. They are shelters. A man can walk through grief and still be called Akiiki — the beloved one. A woman can carry silence for years and still hear Amooti — peace of mind. A child can grow beneath conflict and still be reminded: you are wanted here. And this changes a society. Because Empaako represents the opposite of humiliation. The opposite of modern language sharpened into knives. The opposite of the cold efficiency that forgets the soul. In many places words are used after conflict begins. In Tooro culture, language is used before conflict begins. That is wisdom. Not decorative wisdom. Structural wisdom. Respect not as performance. But as infrastructure. A person does not need a speech to feel human again. Sometimes one sacred name is enough. How dignity lives in repetition. How love can exist quietly. How culture survives not through noise, but through small human rituals repeated across generations beside firelight, rain, cattle paths, and evening prayer. Empaako is social intelligence long before sociology invented the term. UNESCO recognised Empaako as endangered intangible cultural heritage not because it is exotic, but because it carries something painfully rare in the modern world: A language of human dignity. UNESCO describes Empaako as: — conflict reducing — identity building — peace creating — socially unifying This is remarkable. Not because Africa preserved an old tradition. But because humanity forgot why such traditions existed in the first place. The world builds taller systems every year. And weaker human beings. Empaako remembers another possibility: That civilization may begin not with power — but with how one human being calls another by nam.- https://soundcloud.com/monkssnap/mpaako-yawe

LOVE & PEACE: …di song come first. Like people do when dem finally no fear to be seen proper. Di real meaning stay hidden inside di lines. One small light inside darkness…and one song wey already know everything about love and peace https://soundcloud.com/monkssnap/love-peace

Africa Rivers: ... I standing near de river in de night time. Me I not even knowing properly where de water going. Maybe eeh… flowing every side at once. De water moving slowly under my feet, same way memory moving when it refusing to die completely. One old journalist from Western Uganda one time gave me some old tired papers full of river names old kings stars and names people nowadays fear saying loudly. At first me I thought everything there was confusion only. But slowly-slowly small-small I started understanding one thing simple but dangerous somehow: Africa was never built by borders. No. Africa was built by water. And water ehhh…water never forgetting anybody.      https://soundcloud.com/monkssnap/africa-rivers

Engaro Ibiri Kunabisa Ngana: ... Two heads dem better than one... eehh... Not only for sounding wise. People say it because they are trying to survive this life. This one is not only a song. It is a witness. It is a prayer. It is a hand inside darkness. About people trying holding each other up while the world is breaking apart slowly-slowly. About darkness. About brotherhood. About fear passing from one generation to another. And about that quiet love which still refuses to die.      https://soundcloud.com/monkssnap/engaro-ibiri

NO RHYTHM. NO SOUL: ..... rain drops falling. Drums still sleeping beneath soil. Men bowed for money too much until they forgot even their own names. But old mamas still stamping earth at night. Eh-heh… And somewhere beyond town noise, beyond taxis, churches, bars, and ministers — love was still breathing small-small inside the dark.  https://soundcloud.com/monkssnap/no-rhythm-no-soul

A Star Like You: ..... two tired souls, eh. No romance. Both carrying too much night inside chest. This song is for people still searching for one safe place where the heart can rest small-small before darkness comes.  Night is already heavy enough. You do not have to carry all this darkness alone, eh.” https://soundcloud.com/monkssnap/a-star-like-you

Mountain of the Moon: ... eeeh this song came from the mist near Mountain of the Moon. From rain touching skin softly. From long nights near fire and silence. From love not needing too many words. Me, I went up tp Mountains of the Moon like stranger, but I came back different…like somebody who had seen something bigger than himself. In Tooro, time moves another wayPeople talk softer there. Wind feels older there. And night near Mountain of the Moon makes even loneliness sound holy somehow. This song is for people who loved something, someone, they never fully managed explaining. https://soundcloud.com/monkssnap/mountain-of-the-moon

Lake Saka: ....ehh...mist over water resting soft-soft across Tooro side, eh mama … and some wounds, they heal through talking small-small. Others ehh … they need water … silence … time moving slow like evening cows going home. This song no came from one place only, no no … It came from drums breathing far inside them hills …from wind passing gentle through papyrus reeds near the lake side … from names we still carry hidden deep-deep inside the heart. Lake Saka remembers everything, my bro. Every laugh. Every sorrow. Every soul. And the water keeps singing low-low in the night for all people still searching for the road taking them back home. Eh-eeeh …Lake Saka.-----https://soundcloud.com/monkssnap/lake-saka