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<h1 class="mx-5">Mulamba Marlon Pius.</h1>
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<h4> A tantalizing story about my home village</h4>
<p> Once, in a quaint village named Buleba, there existed a heartwarming tale of two families from entirely different ethnicities who came together as if fate itself had orchestrated their union. The bond that linked them was unlike any other, a connection so strong that it seemed unbreakable. They were more than friends; they were brothers and sisters, sharing their joys and sorrows like a single family.
It was a picturesque village where harmony and unity were the cornerstones of life. Amidst the vibrant tapestry of Buleba's cultural diversity, these two families stood out as a shining example of togetherness. It was a bond forged in the fires of friendship, a relationship that was cherished and respected by all who had the privilege to witness it.
But, alas, even the strongest bonds can sometimes face tests they were never meant to endure. Tragedy struck when, at a tender age, my mother discovered she was with child. The revelation of her pregnancy sent ripples through the once-united families, and it was like a fragile thread holding a tapestry together suddenly unraveling.
The joyous laughter that once echoed through the shared gatherings was replaced by whispers and hushed conversations, as the news of my impending arrival spread like wildfire. The bond that was once the pride of the village now seemed irreparably broken, a delicate porcelain vase shattered into countless pieces.
What was once unity and brotherhood had turned into strife and division. The families, who had been inseparable, now stood on opposite sides of an invisible chasm, their hearts filled with animosity. It was as if a tempest had descended upon Buleba, tearing through the very fabric of the village, leaving its mark for generations to come.
My birth, once seen as a symbol of hope and new beginnings, was now regarded as the catalyst for the disruption that had shattered the tranquility of the village. I was considered the 'bond breaker,' a moniker that weighed heavily on my young shoulders, as if I had inadvertently caused the chaos that had erupted between the two families.</p>
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<h5 class=""><strong>My miraculous Birth-Day</strong></h5>
<p>On the 17th day of March in the year 2002, in a world where each day dawned with its own stories to tell, I came into existence, bearing the name "Mulamba Marlon Pius." My mother, Betty, was the guardian of my earliest days, while Philip, a pillar of strength, played the role of my father.
Betty's journey from my conception to my birth was a tumultuous one, marked by the relentless ebb and flow of social and economic highs and lows. Her life was like a ship navigating treacherous waters, battling fierce storms and basking in fleeting moments of calm. As the news of her pregnancy spread, many voices, like discordant notes in a symphony, urged her to "abort that child." Even her own father, who also doubled as my grandfather, added his voice to the chorus of despair.
The pressures upon Betty were relentless, like a relentless storm that threatened to engulf her. The walls closed in around her, and she found herself standing at a precipice, contemplating actions of unthinkable desperation. "I once thought of taking poison," she would later confide, her words a reflection of the immense burdens she bore.
As the gestation period inched toward its nine-month culmination, Betty made a decision that would alter the course of her life forever. In an act of both defiance and survival, she decided to run away from the watchful eyes of her parents. She ventured to a distant place, far from the familiar comfort of home. There, amidst a thicket of sugar canes, she gave birth to me, Pius Marlon. It was a momentous event, like a phoenix rising from the ashes, the birth of new hope in the midst of adversity.
With the birth of her child, Betty's heart carried both the weight of the world's judgments and the fierce resolve of a mother's love. She had taken a leap into the unknown, and the trials of her journey had left an indelible mark on her spirit.
But when she returned to her parents' home, weary but with the glow of new life in her eyes, she expected a warm welcome. What she encountered, however, was a chilling reception. Her own flesh and blood, bound by tradition and burdened by the weight of societal expectations, ordered her to send her newborn son to his father.
Perplexed and torn asunder, Betty found herself at a crossroads. Her heart ached as she made a heart-wrenching decision. It was a decision that, to this day, she carries with her, like a scar that tells a story of sacrifice. With trembling hands, and a torrent of tears that could fill an ocean, she placed her baby boy, Pius, in a cool and quiet spot alongside the road. It was a painful act, like a dagger through the heart, a decision made in the absence of alternatives, but one driven by love and an agonizing hope for a better future.
The story of Betty, of a mother's love and a son's journey, is one that illustrates the depth of human strength and sacrifice. It is a reminder that our paths are often lined with thorns, but within each trial, there is a lesson, a symbol of resilience, and the power of love to endure against all odds. Betty's story is a testament to the indomitable human spirit, where the heart, in its darkest moments, still finds a way to shine with unwavering love and hope.</p>
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<h5><strong>The motherless life.</strong></h5>
<p>In my early months on this planet Earth, joy and parental love seemed like distant echoes in the quiet chambers of my existence. The warm embrace of my mother was a fleeting memory, as she was peacefully but forcibly removed from my life, leaving a void that would shape my journey. In her absence, it was on my grandmother's breast that I sought solace, an unconventional nourishment of both human love and the milk of a gentle cow.
Life in those days was far from lavish, but it was infused with the steadfast care of my grandmother, who, in essence, became a mother to my father. Her love was a lighthouse guiding me through the tempestuous seas of infancy.
But fate had other plans, and my story took a new twist when one of my aunts, a woman named Pina, felt that I deserved more. With a heart full of determination, she took me under her wing, becoming the caretaker of a new chapter in my life. With Pina, I found myself in the embrace of a family anew, a place where playfulness and chants filled the air like the sweetest melodies. Percy, a towering presence, became my big brother, while Charity and Prissy took on the roles of caring big sisters.
In the warmth of their company, I began to find my voice and my place in the world, surrounded by the loving chorus of this newfound family. Yet, life's twists and turns would have me embark on another journey, as my path was redirected once again, this time by another of my aunts, Aunt Deborah. She, too, believed that I deserved more, and so I began my educational journey under her watchful eye.
It was with Aunt Deborah that I took my first steps into the world of education, from nursery all the way to primary school. Her guidance and wisdom were like a lantern, illuminating the path of my early education. She was a steadfast presence, a guiding force in those formative years.
My life had been a series of transitions, each marked by the belief that I deserved better, and the love of family, in its various forms, remained my anchor. As I navigated through these chapters, I learned that family comes in many shapes and sizes, and it's the love and care that define it, not just blood ties.
The story of my early years is a testament to the power of familial bonds, the resiliency of the human spirit, and the belief that we all deserve better, and that better often comes through the nurturing love and support of those who cherish us, no matter where life's twists and turns may lead.</p>
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<p>Once upon a time, in the lush, sprawling landscape of Luwero district, a young boy named Marlon Pius embarked on his academic journey with unwavering support from his beloved aunt, Deborah, and his guiding light, Uncle Deo. The year was 2005, and it was in this picturesque district that Marlon first set his eager eyes upon a chalkboard, perched proudly within the rustic confines of Kiira Primary School.
Marlon's earliest memories were etched within the walls of this humble institution, where he began his educational voyage from Nursery school all the way up to Primary Three. The chalk dust danced in the air as young Marlon scribbled his first letters and numbers, laying the foundation for a future filled with limitless possibilities.
In the vibrant tapestry of Kiira Primary School, Marlon discovered a small circle of friends who would accompany him on this educational odyssey. Among them were Angel, Bill, and Flavia, the sons and daughters of the very teachers who tirelessly imparted knowledge and wisdom within the school's hallowed halls. Their bonds were as strong as the iron-rich soil that surrounded them, a testament to the enduring friendships that form during one's formative years.
Marlon's world extended beyond the school gates, for he called Luwero's Bamunaanika village his home. It was here, amidst the gentle rustling of the lush vegetation, that he forged a profound connection with the land and its people. The earthy scent of Bamunaanika became the scent of his childhood, and the villagers, his extended family.
In the village, beneath the shade of ancient trees, Marlon learned the timeless proverbs that had been passed down through generations. He knew that, "A tree without roots is like a person without a past," and understood the significance of preserving one's heritage. As he played by the riverbanks, he often heard, "A river cuts through rock, not because of its power, but because of its persistence." Marlon embraced this wisdom, knowing that his journey through education would be a persistent, unstoppable force.
The years in Luwero were a time of growth and discovery for Marlon Pius, where he learned the value of unity, the strength of knowledge, and the beauty of community. He knew that like the intertwined branches of a sturdy tree, his roots were firmly anchored in the rich soil of Luwero, nourished by the love and support of his dear Aunt Deborah, Uncle Deo, and the friends who walked alongside him. The memories of chalkboard beginnings, the camaraderie of friends, and the wisdom of the village continued to shape him as he embarked on the next chapters of his life, carrying with him the enduring spirit of Luwero and its timeless lessons.</p>
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<p><b><a class="nav-link text-light f1" href="about.html"> Discover more about about Pius</a></b></p>
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<p class="f1"><b>Who Pius is?</b></p>
<p>One meek gent whose coding passion burns bright.
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