Politics is never an easy journey. For many years, I watched other men in my village rise to leadership positions while I remained unnoticed. My name is Ronald, and I come from Mbale, Uganda. From a young age, I dreamed of one day holding a political office where I could make a difference in my community. But the truth is, I was not very popular. People barely knew me, and even those who did often overlooked me. Still, deep in my heart, I knew I had something to offer, and I could not let my dreams die.
When the last election season approached, I felt torn. Should I compete, or should I just stay away to avoid embarrassment? Many friends told me it was a waste of time. They reminded me that politics needs money, influence, and strong public support, things I did not really have. Yet, my spirit kept telling me to try. I searched for solutions everywhere—reading books about leadership, attending small community events, and even speaking to church elders. Nothing seemed to give me the breakthrough I needed.TO READ MORE,TAP HERE
