11/02/2026
When I was in Uganda, I made a promise to myself that I would keep going back to visit the elderly.
But something really stayed with me.
So many of the elderly people I met are not being looked after. They are the ones doing the looking after.
They’re raising their grandchildren because their own children are gone. They’re caring for orphans with weak bodies, limited strength, and little support. They are farming, cooking, and struggling daily just to make sure these children survive.
These are people who should be resting.
They should be cared for.
They should be protected.
Instead, they are carrying the weight of an entire generation on their shoulders.
It broke my heart.
Who is caring for them?
Who is checking on them?
Who is making sure they have food, medication, or even just someone to talk to?
As a nation, we need to talk about this. Our elderly deserve dignity. They deserve support. They deserve to feel valued in their final years.
This is bigger than one charity. Bigger than one visit. Bigger than one person.
What can we do, together, to support our elderly caregivers?
I refuse to forget them. And I hope we don’t either. 🤍