There are days when a city just exists. And there are days when a city speaks.
On Saturday, Jinja spoke.
It did not speak in boardrooms. It did not speak in press conferences. It spoke with feet on tarmac. With white vests stained with sweat. With pink and blue ribbons pinned over hearts. With a brass band that refused to stop beating even when the rain threatened.
This was The Nile Cancer Run 2026.
It was not a run. It was a protest. A protest against a disease that has taken our mothers, our fathers, our sisters, our children, and told us to keep quiet.
Jinja refused to keep quiet.
From Main Street to Bell Avenue to, Obote Way, to Nalufenya road and to Radio Road, among others. From Pilkington College Muguluka students marching in perfect lines to a father holding his little daughter’s hand so she could learn early what it means to stand for others. From mothers pushing strollers to women holding phones high to record history.
Nile International Hospital opened the road. Busoga walked it.
The Exposure Uganda was there from the first whistle to the last step. We did not just take photos. We collected evidence. Evidence that when Busoga unites, cancer can be defeated.
We Expose, You Decide. Here are the photos.
They say ‘he’ who laughs last laughs best, but here in Jinja we say ‘she’ who laughs last laughs better.
