VOTE NEW POPE

The Pope you vote will lead the war that started with Israel

By Ngabirano Keneth.

Photos here.

You can. You can be a cardinal. And vote Popes. From your home. Without going to Vatican. And without taking the vows. Even more, the Popes you vote will lead the war against Iranp. Why you ask? Because the popes have died. Let me explain.

Israel versus Iran

Israel versus Iran. It’s like that. Israel hits over 100 targets in Iran. Kills top commanders. Iran fires back with missiles on Israeli cities. Civilians flee. It is war. And it has already lasted for 11 years. And killed popes.

Just after Easter, my hand drill died. Yes it’s the same period during which our dear Pope Francis left us. I cried like a baby for days. Not for His Holiness. But for the drill. You are probably wondering wheather my head is screwed on right. Or what the hell is so special about a mere drill. Right? I will explain what gives in a moment but first let me clarify one thing. This is all because of the war with Iranp. A war that started with Israel.

One year in Israel

12 years ago while at university, I was part of a year long internship program in Israel. It was a special program that mixed real work, weekly classes and tours. I worked in factories, studied modern production and toured cities. I saw development firsthand. Development Israelis created. Our hosts literally pointed at everything cool and correctly said. “This wasn’t here 60 years ago.” Cities, skyscrapers, factories, farms, every tree. Yes even forests. “Maybe I could see a developed Africa in my lifetime” I couldn’t help hoping. But I didn’t stop tthere

Crazy about Jerusalem

Like any normal person, I went crazy about Jerusalem. It’s the coolest. One day we went on a tour to this city everyone wants. But all I could see was my hilly hometown Ibanda, Uganda. As if looking into some development magic mirror. To me Jerusalem was like looking at a future developed version of my hometown. Ibanda has same hills. Same rocks. Minus the development. The skyscrapers. The airborne roads piercing through hills. Maybe I was just homesick but looking at Jerusalem something clicked. In this magic mirror environment, developing my hometown or even home country felt possible. Strongly possible. So possible that I decided from that moment to dedicate my life to creating development. Like the Israelis did, I wanted to help create and point at something cool. Yes even a tree. And this brings us back to why a mere drill is so important

The dead drill was the Pope that led the war against Iranp. The foundation of my whole current resistance and attack against this monster. Here is what I mean.

War begins

In 2014, my internship ended and I left Israel. Armed with savings from the internship work, I started my development effort at home, here in Uganda. But Iranp attacked with bombs and missiles. Crushing my efforts and counter efforts again and again. It turned into a war that has lasted for 12 years. Don’t believe me? Read on.

Since Jerusalem I had been busy. I realized early on that for development, I needed an effort that involved millions of people taking part.  So whatever I did had to involve millions. I didn’t know where best to start so I started where I could.  Studying Development. Thinking of approaches to make it possible. And so was Iranp busy saying it’s not possible.

First Ideas

I had noticed a discrepancy first hand. In Israel people used machines in all production. But in Uganda we used hands for everything. I come from a family of mechanics and have a talent with machines. Plus I was doing a bachelor’s in agricultural engineering at Makerere university, the internship of which caused the Israel stay. So when I returned, I started a small workshop. My idea: build machines that small businesses in Uganda could use to improve their productivity. I built popcorn machines, peanut grinders, feed grinders and manual chaff cutters. And put several of each on sale. But Iranp attacked and what he said and did were just unbelievable.

Iranp attacks

Iranp emphasized that thay were provoked and declared war insisting on self defence while accusing me of subotaging underdevelopment diplomacy. Whatever that means. So they fired missiles at my cities.  Big bad missiles dressed up as capital barriers, business IQ barriers, knowledge barriers, partnership barriers and more at my development attempts. I know right? You’re probably asking “Ken, why would Iranp attack you this badly for?” And here is why.

What Iranp is

Because Iranp attacks not just me but anyone and everyone trying to develop. All to make development not Possible. Hear me out, Iranp is the Anti Development Monster(ADM). IRANP’s mission is to make Industrially Revolving Africa Not Possible(IRANP). His alias in Uganda,  Africa is Anti Developed Africa Monster(ADAM). Yes that’s still his alias in all the “A starts name” continents. So for better understanding, I call this world wide manace: Adam Iranp. He is the embodiment of all the barriers, failures, blunders and challenges of producers attempting modernisation anywhere that make development not possible to create by the people. But I don’t fear this bastard.

Rising Balboa Lion

Like Israel, I want IRANP to pay the price. So I, too, retaliated with operation Rising Lion. But with Balboa in it. Under this operation I listened to Rocky’s advice and took all the punches and missiles Adam Iranp threw at me and kept moving forward. Like rocky. Let me explain.

Operational Rising Balboa Lion is a covert intelligence operation where I learn all of Adam Iranp’s top secrets and missile defences. Then I launched airstrikes at them. And fire Pope led missiles at his nuclear sites. Below is the war story.

War story

In 2014, I started a small machine making workshop. This was the small start. Influenced by silicon valley startups my dream was big. Very big. I pictured a huge politically neutral B corporation facilitating producers across Uganda and beyond to use modern tools in their production and businesses. I registered a company around my ideas and approach of African development and started looking for angels and investors.
I know. I was young. Adam Iranp simply laughed and sent wakeup missiles.

Early Failures

The reality on ground was that I was making a few machines and selling fewer. I didn’t get it. But the thieves did. Early 2015 my workshop was brocken into and everything taken. An IRANP missile had hit it’s target. But I didn’t lose heart. I requested financial assistance from you and you were a parent. Thank you. With your support I partnered with a local metalworker. But he, maybe being IRANP’s agent preferred making doors and windows. He even sold my  machines and pocketed the money especially when I was at school finishing my bachelor’s degree. We parted ways.

I had started to doubt my approach thanks to the intense study inspired by taking Adam Iranp’s missiles under operation Raising Balboa Lion. I wanted to help producers, but they either couldn’t afford the machines or didn’t see the need. They lacked capital, skills, or even a clear idea of how technology could help them.  It wasn’t just about machines. They needed to be cheaper and make business sense.

Need for factory

I realized the solution: to make machines that created the needed impact. I had to make them cheaply and in bulk so that they are an available affordable option to many local producers. I needed a factory. And I went full gear to create it. But Iranp attacked again.

I couldn’t afford one nomatter how I tried. Even after I requested financial assistance from you, Mark. I changed approaches improved theories of developing producers tried ideas of raising capital under my start all to no avail. All bombed. In frustration I took expensive forex lessons and became a forex trader but that made IRANP’s missiles hit faster and harder. I lost money quicker and became broke. But I got important intelligence on more of Iranp’s missile launch sites. So read on.

Iranp’s nuclear site

I learnt that development wasn’t just machines. It was modern products.  Affordable, available in bulk products and services. Machines like the ones I was fighting to make were just one example. And this abundance of modern products and services was made possible by factories. Factories were the true beginning of industries. Factories are how affordable, mass-available products enter daily life— developing livelihoods. Factory mass created tools or machines getting used for modern services. Or as machines for production. Or just mass factory produced modern products like jugs, washing machines, spoons, clothes, pots etc being used in homes and businesses. All these products always create industries that benefit the incomes and livelihoods of millions. That’s what development really is.

In love

I was excited. Factories were the real missiles to aim at Iranp. And by 2018, I had fallen deep in love with them. When I slept, I would dream of factories. I couldn’t stop thinking of them. I often found myself visiting local factories and maize mills. I read everything I could about factories, especially their history. So it was around this time that I realized the importance of climate and environmentally friendly  development. I’m sorry Mark, Greta Thunberg got to me. I became convinced that African Industrial development had to be green. So I Immediately improved my development efforts to be green and climate aware.  In 2018, I created this blog.  To share my new green approach to defeat Adam Iranp in an attempt to create publicity and attract partners for the startup. But that, too was hit by Adam Iranp in an unexpected but devastating missile.

An Africa of my peers

My parents, maybe misled by Iranp finally had enough of my fruitless life path. They complained in many words and tears, that by trying to develop Africa or whatever my craziness was, I had become an Africa of my classmates. Causing shame and disapointment. And they were right.

Since Jerusalem, I had gone all in to create a working development effort. I had no eyes for anything else. Then came operation Rising Balboa Lion. So I turned my Usher on and let alot of “distractions” burn. Masters? No first defeat Iranp. Marriage?  No I’m in love with factories to beat Iranp. Engineering job? No am already on my own Adam Iranp beating path. Catching up with the dashing classmates? Who cares let’s first beat Adam Iranp.

Iranp strikes home

These choices confirmed to my family that I was “crazy or bewitched.” They said they had enough of me being an Africa of my classmates pointing to a few normal dashing peers. They drew a line and gave me a choice. To either heal of my craziness or get disowned. It wasn’t this simple it was an emotion filled fight that involved collusion of every family member from supporting me and surbotage. But all in all, I lost my oldest backer just like that. I sold my laptop and phones to gain some living funds but that made me become just a ghost online. The only good thing was that Social media had started to feel like G8 meetings and I was like a poor African country stumbling in one by accident. Out of place and unable to catch up with the dashing classmates. This current missile of his was gruesome.

Impossible factories

I couldn’t afford a machine factory or any factory. Not even when I had family help and your financial assistance. Factories need machines to build machines. I couldn’t even afford those machines. My startup, now just on paper had been worth 20 million Uganda shillings and that couldn’t even buy a good milling machine or a lathe. But I was not going to let that monster Iranp have the last laugh.

With my funding almost empty, I focused on educating myself. I would build everything from scratch. Two years before this complete switch to education, I had used your financial assistance and started learning electronic repair, computer repair and metalwork from local business. I needed the skills but It was also to get first hand insight on how to develop these local producers. But now things became clear that I would never afford to buy factories unless I built them myself. So I put all my time and effort on learning manufacturing technologies.

Factory systems student

I obtained access to a local orphanage’s laptop and used it for my research and education. In return I wrote blog posts for their work. I studied factory systems and manufacturing processes. I learned about toolmaking, casting, jigs, electronics, factory layouts, production design, industrial revolutions and manufacturing history—from Europe to India to Latin America. For years I was busy reading manufacturing systems technology books, watching tutorials and manufacturing process videos from around the world. I also learnt  programing. How else are you to make a robot arm or CNC when you can’t tell it what to do?

Israel intelligence superiority

Like Israel, I gained intelligence superiority over Iranp. I had Iranp burning with my airstrike barrages. By the end of 2020, I had the skills to build lathes, milling machines and production machines that build machines  by using just local parts in a basic workshop like the one I had once owned. These I could use to build production line machines of thousands of products. I finally had the skills to seting up the factories I loved and dreamed of. Be it factories of furniture, machine parts, agricultural, building material etc. I knew them. And thought,
“Adam Iranp thinks that to beat him I need to raise hundreds of impossible millions to get a factory.  What a dummy! I will build it here in Uganda for cheap. I won’t even just build one factory but a factory of factory machines and production lines. Then instead of selling machines, I will sell factory setups to the locals so the country gets many factories to act as the basis of many new development causing industries.” But that was it.

Poverty missile

Adam Iranp simply retaliated with a smelly missile that made it through my knowledge iron dome. It was called poverty. I had nothing. No capital. No income. No home. By year 2021, having spent every time and money on obsessive education, I was staying in an electronics teacher’s workshop. Broke. Even if I sold the scraps of my failed startup and assets, I couldn’t afford even a simple workshop. And it was even the covid-19 lockdown.

Hope and trap

In October 2021, I chanced on an opportunity to work in Saudi Arabia as a waiter. I could save money to fund the factory of factories mission. But this time Iranp shot at me with his strongest missiles ever.

I sold everything I ever owned to pay the labour export company. Training, medical, visa and other things went smoothly till the flight day. Because pandemic travel documents changed constantly. We missed our flight because of a new travel document the labour company missed at the last minute. They promised to solve the problem soon. Meanwhile we were taken to their hostel in Entebbe town just a few miles from the international airport. But days turned into months. Visa and travel documents expired. Two years later, the company collapsed and the man behind it was later arrested in a trafficking case. I have been stuck in Entebbe Uganda at the travel company’s hostel to this day. This was Iranp’s strongest and most destructive missile. But it allowed me to see his strongest weakness.

Grief stages

I still remember the pain and grief like  it was yesterday. Especially as others left me behind to go home or added in more money and had their flights. I had no home. I had no money.  All I had left was a bag of clothes and what I now understand were the stages of grief: First came denial—“I’ll still go abroad. This is just a delay.” Then anger and bargaining—“Why did this happen? I’ll just wait it out, something will come.” That was followed by depression—“I sold everything for nothing. I’m stuck.” And finally, acceptance—“This is my new reality. I’m still alive. I can’t give up. I’ll build a factory anyway.”

The possible

I was at rock bottom. But some things were still possible and that’s what I focused on. The possible. I could borrow people’s phones and read at night. I was the hostel’s phone repairman and the other travellers trusted me with their phones. My education papers are held by my family but I still had my skills. Most of my skills needed capital and expensive tools to use but some like smartphone settings or software troubleshooting needed none. Focusing on what was possible for “an Africa” like me. I made a plan to beat Iranp that was possible even for a weakling at rock bottom.

Hostel Pope

First of all, I was lucky I didn’t  have to pay rent at the hostel. I call it a hostel but it was the company owner’s second home and he had family there. But it was large enough to also act as the company’s mandatory by law hostel. There was electricity, water and a compound. I could use this hostel as the father or papa or Pope of the possible, realistic for “an Africa” factories approach. My plan was to use the hostel Pope as the base and bunker, get odd jobs around the town and save for tools and necessary material to create the possible factory for “an Africa” like me. Then use this smallest cheapest factory to create products. Sell them and reinvest the profit to scale from there. As product sales improved I would invest in workshop tools one by one and progressively improve my smallest cheapest factory till it’s a full blown factory. By that time I will be able to afford to make other factory systems thus achieving the factory of factories. But I asked myself will this be possible?

Possible answers

I found myself asking questions like. What is the possible machine? What’s the possible factory? What’s the possible green development approach? As I researched and developed to answer my questions, an expected surprising thing happened.  I realized that development has levels. If the United Kingdom or the G8 are level 10, then Uganda and most of Africa is at around level 3. Just like me and my dashing classmates. And just like my current factories had to be downgraded to my current ” poorer than an poor african level” so that they are the possible for me, the possible industrial development for Africa has to be at level 3. Or the immediate next level, Level 4. This means level 3  factories, level 3 machines and level 3 green development can be the possible here. And by possible, I mean factories or machines or green development that are creatable now, affordable for the locals, profitable in local businesses and as a result diffusible or widely adopted by millions across the region. All in the present African economic and production environment. This is Adam Iranp’s biggest weakness.

Iranp’s biggest weakness

The Anti development Monster Adam Iranp is all about Industrialy Developing Africa Not being Possible. So level 3 industries and factories that are already simple and easy for Africans to use and develop to level 4 would be his kryptonite. I finally understood why my development efforts kept failing or why I was stuck at factory for long. I was trying to buy or create level 8 to 10 factories with level 3 abilities in level 3 environments. I was literally begging Adam Iranp to beat me up. And so are millions of Africans which is why factories don’t exist here. So are the governments or the international development efforts who construct level 8 to 10 factories and development solutions in a level 3 environment. These become unrepeatable, can’t be maintained and don’t make business sense or cant break even. This causes repeated development failure despite billions spent.

Green industrial revolution

What green Industrial approach is possible for level 3 Africa? To answer the question, I remembered Israel. When we visited their forests, we were told every tree was planted and managed. Our hosts literally pointed at every tree and correctly said. ” We planted this.” Some small forests even had each tree with the name of the person who did the planting attached. It was cool. So I thought: What if Uganda’s development began with wood-based factories? Wood stores carbon. It is renewable by replanting and managing forests. A rising wood industry due to wood product factories will drive people to plant trees. Planting forests will be profitable, make business sense and be possible at level 3. So I envisioned a factory of factories that started with wood-based factories that make utensils, handles, boxes, tool parts, furniture—all feeding into forestry as industry, and forestry feeding them back. A circular economy. And the next question.

The possible factories

What factories are “the possible”for level 3 Africa? The answer is wood based factories but downgraded to level 3 while maintaining functionality. Swapp high-tech parts for local materials—wood instead of metal, available steels instead of special ones. Use manual stations over automation. Use Small, modular setups that fit tight spaces. Use common tools like drills. Replace CNCs with jigs, robotics with hand-guided steps. Simplify power, cooling, and maintenance using locally repairable parts. Focus on one process per station. Scaling modularly and many other ways. All so that suit African capital situations, precision allowances,  power conditions and other development level 3 environment conditions. These factories can be creatable, affordable, profitable and diffusible-widely adopted across the region. This creates real industries and real development which allows level 4 and 5 development levels to become “the possible” next. And it gets even better.

Wood material is still workable under low power and low precision that such level 3 crude downgrade factories can allow. More importantly, wood products and level 3 wood factories are “the possible” for level 3 Africa to industrialize green to level 4. That was nice and all but what was “the affordable factory” for me who was stuck at the hostel with nothing and poorer than even poor Africans? So back to me at the hostel.

Smallest cheapest factory

The labour export company collapsed and the hostel stopped serving food. But they opened their gates—till then we were required to stay inside. I could finally start on my plan. I had to move fast. I hadn’t eaten anything for days.  I walked on the Entebbe streets and told people I can set and troubleshoot their smartphones’ software issues for money. I went daily to earn money for food. With time, I slowly started saving for a hoe, a panga and a spade. I had decided to get odd jobs in agriculture and forestry to better understand them and get firsthand ideas of machines to mechanise them. I was also understanding forestry which I must invest in personally selling seedlings, forest setups, forest management services to others down the road to feed the wood industry. 

Wooden spoons factory

For months I kept paying for the tools in installments. I would then pick the tool on completing the payment. When I had the tools I moved to gardening, digging and forestry jobs. These better paying gigs allowed me to save for carpentry tools using the same instalment method.

My factory of choice to modify into one possible for current “poorer than poor Africans” me was the wooden spoon factory. Wood is cheap and easy to work. But most importantly in my practical tests, wooden spoon creation was forgiving and thus “the possible” with low precision and low duplication levels in the smallest cheapest factory I had to make. A mistake in a spoon is a design.

For over a year I was either digging, planting and weeding gardens or planting, pruning and cutting trees. I used my savings to obtain two small second hand motors and woodworking tools. After work I would work on my factory creation, what was possible with the tools I had bought so far. My first attempts with the motors were unsuccessful because of balance and precision issues. I learned firsthand that mechanical precision is a real development barrier like capital and knowledge. A real Adam Iranp nuclear site to take down first. So I gritted my teeth and saved for 9 months for a hand electric drill. Because the chuck allowed precise, balanced and robust axle extension plus the numerous attachments needed.

Drill Pope

I used the drill as the basis or father or papa or Pope of the downgrade reconfigurations. I took a full blown wooden spoon factory and downgraded it to the possible cheapest smallest factory in my current ” poorer than a poor African” conditions. I re-engineered a conventional 10-stage wooden spoon production line into a compact, single-station micro-factory optimized for extreme spatial and capital constraints. The original multi-station system—consisting of discrete workstations for blanking, rough shaping, carving, sanding (multi-grade), drying, finishing, and packaging—was modularly compressed into a single workflow powered by an electric drill mounted on a flexible jig setup.

I substituted metal for wood an powered industrial machinery with adaptable manual  tools like a saw and a panga. Then I transformed rotational cutting, edge rounding, and bowl hollowing processes into drill-based operations using improvised chuck attachments and bit modifications. Material handling and jigging were redesigned for one-operator cyclic processing, and WIP (work-in-progress) staging was reduced to linear floor-based batching. Quality assurance was built into my tool-handling rhythm to avoid rework as much as possible.

Factory works

Despite taking almost 2 years due to low capital tool and material acquisition delays plus trial and error  reconfigurations, the smallest cheapest wooden spoon factory worked. I made 200 beautiful sellable wooden spoons in 3 months not counting damages due to splitting and poor wood quality. All under an ovacado tree in the hostel compound. Please check out photos and videos of the smallest cheapest factory here.

This was a successful bombing of Iranp’s nuclear sites led by the drill Pope. It felt good. Like the Israelis, I was itching to point and say something. Except the “factory” looked like children’s toys and the drill noise attracted children of neighbours. But take that Iranp. I had finally achieved my first ever real factory. It may be the smallest-scale production within a non-industrial environment but it maintained functional product standards while reducing factory footprint to under 2 square meters. The factory worked. It was affordable, even by one poorer than poor africans. It was profitable. A local wooden spoon Industry doesn’t exist so wooden spoons are novel and beautiful. I went door to door and sold the spoons in Entebbe, mostly retail. Shops wanted bulk, but I couldn’t scale yet. I reinvested the money to make more—that’s how I afforded to make 200 spoons. But I was soon to know grief again.

Drill Pope dies

Three months ago in the same period when Pope Francis died. The Pope drill broke. A neighbour’s child playing around or maybe sent by Adam dropped a small nail into the drill. Through the cooling fan air gaps when the drill was off. When I later started it unknowingly, the stator coils were destroyed beyond Ugandan level repair. I always shook my drill  before starting it since I had seen those small cute Iranp agents putting things and trying to imitate me when I would go for a break. But that day I was in a rush which only benefitted Iranp. And it was back to the stages of grief again.

Grief stages again

“It can’t be dead. I will repair it, I always do. Why can’t I? And why do they charge almost the drill buying price to replace a stator do they get it from a new drill?” I wept like a kid. I was making the spoons as I sold them and reinvested the money in raw material. I had no cash on hand. Just 15 finished wooden spoons and around 300 blanks in different unfinished stages. I tried preorders but with just 3 months and focusing on the final consumer, I had no bulk buyer with enough trust to make a preorder deal. I couldn’t sell my tools. Even all combined wouldn’t even reach half the amount. Second hand tools sell for peanuts and that’s if you find a buyer. And I still needed the tools. I was stuck and in tears. And that’s when I got the news that Pope Francis had died. I was behind news since I had no smartphone. Being an Africa of my classmates and all. But I mourned properly like a good Anglican could. And with the accession of new Pope Leo, I regained hope and finally accepted. I remembered again the focus on doing the possible approach and went back to digging work. I would save for the expensive repair or even a new drill Pope. A strong American one like the new Pope Leo. Probably DeWalt.  This time 6 months would be enough. But this christian behavior probably angered Iranp and he killed my other Pope too.

Hostel Pope dies

A month ago, 2 months into the saving for new American drill Pope work, I was told that I had 1 month to vacate the hostel. The base and bunker the father of my focus on the possible factory approach to a factory of affordable level 3 green industry starting factories died. It is paralyzing grief. Now I’m Being Evicted. The hostel and the ovacado tree, the place where I built this dream is being repossessed by the Bank. The arrested owner who ran the failed labour export company no longer owns the building. I can’t even buy a drill and need six months to save for it. I need even longer to save for a place to stay and work. Because they never ask for 1 month rent but atleast 3 months rent. I blew a fuse. This time I’m not  grieving. Am lost. I will soon be a homeless or be shot. Yesterday the new owners told me to leave immediately. Soon it’ll be police.

Reaching out to you

I have nowhere to go. But it’s still possible to reach out to you Mark. Two weeks ago I took the savings for the drill replacement so far then borrowed and repaired a delipidated phone of one of the friends that still lived in the hostel. This friend came a year later than me and also could not travel. I have used their phone to compile my situation so that I can share it and reach out to you for sponsorship. I suspect you were disappointed by my recurring requests of assistance and failures. I’m sorry I have delayed success for this long. I’m sorry. I was not as smart as I thought and said I was. I was rash. I was wasteful. Like the fool that I am, it still took repeated failures to figure things out. I’m immensely ashamed of my incompetence and lies. 

But I have no better idea of how to get any funding to survive this. So I’m here to request your financial assistance. It’s lame. Am a 33 year old man who can’t even afford rent begging for sponsorship. It is really lame. Even worse, I live far away in Uganda, Africa and are trying to develop countries you don’t even live in. But I hate Iranp with a vengeance.

There are  reasons you chose to support me. But I don’t know them. Instead I choose to believe that you helped me because you believed in my African Development effort ideas behind my 2014 Upgrade center startup. It’s presumptuous and literally grasping at straws to believe this. But I will grasp at it and tell you this: Please sponsor me Mark.

Because I can beat Iranp

Because I still have more in store and you will love them. I have insights and perspectives inspired by my shameful and dissapointing life of many failures. “Shameful and dissapointing” was my family’s description before they disowned me. This post itself can pass as a book brief for my coming book about possible green Industrial  development for Africa that I live for. I know full well I can’t develop Africa alone with my creations, machines and factories. Not even the factory of affordable level 3 factories. All my work is just a blueprint or a template that I will shout from the rooftops using successes as proofs so that copies of it are done by millions. Because sometimes doing the impossible means doing what’s possible enough times. By enough people in enough places. I believe this is true in development. I believe that is the only way how the Developed Ibanda I saw in Jerusalem on Christmas day 2013 can be possible.

Vote New Popes

So I badly want to build the factory of affordable, profitable diffusible level 3 factories and loud speak the success of the approach so it’s copied by others. This is why I remembered conclave and reached out to you to be a Cardinal to help vote new Popes that will lead the war against Adam Iranp. Please sponsor me. Please sponsor my fight against Adam Iranp.

Your vote and sponsorship will raise ghosts back to life. Like I said above, I and my ideas will get back online on rooftops and in a book to shout of the successes you helped Create.

Time travel

Your vote or sponsorship will create time travel. I know that normally someone asking you for financial assistance would go ahead and tell you what they are going to do with the funds but not me. Not here. Instead I will tell you what I won’t do with your financial assistance. Bcause funds are very important. How I wasted funds in the past haunts me every single day. I’m today’s failure at 33 because I did that. I was stupid. I won’t build fancy startups. I won’t risk your funding for a quick buck in things other than wooden spoons. I will not go and rent a cool looking workshop. I will not change my lifestyle. I won’t go and buy all sorts of tools I don’t need for wooden spoon making. I won’t forget to buy huge big strong padlocks. I won’t be doing anything else that’s not necessary to make and sell wooden spoons. I won’t slack in selling wooden spoons. I won’t build fancy factories. our financial assistance is like a time travel ticket. A miraculous precious chance to do right the things I have regretted again and a gain because I did them wrong the first time. A chance at redemption. A wish made real. To me it really is like time travel to the past because what Iam going to do has not changed in 5 years. But this time I will be smarter using my current understanding and experience. I won’t repeat the same mistakes I did. I will only focus on making what’s possible the wooden spoon again and again then sell it again and again till I afford and unlock a higher level.

Anointing worriors

Your vote and sponsorship will anoint warriors. Each wooden spoon I make is  a warrior against Adam Iranp. And they are anointed by the two Popes you vote. Your support will help me cover modest rent so I don’t lose my workspace entirely, buy a new electric drill—or even better tools. It will allow me to rebuild my micro wooden spoon factory with stronger foundations. But this will just be the beginning.

Your financial assistance will allow me to re-establish the wooden spoon micro-factory and I will slowly upgrade it to a full blown wooden spoons level 3 factory. With the profits I will strategically introduce dedicated shaping, sanding, and finishing sub-stations, each powered by optimized, cost-efficient drive units. Profit will then be used to create the machine making workshop that will eventually turn into the factory of factories. I will begin with this wooden spoon factory system and slowly mass produce this system and eventually sell it to others. Launching the factory of factories that will sell level 3 factory setups for more factories that mass produce other products.  I won’t force stages. I won’t change my plan because of available capital. I will just be slower or faster depending on available capital or profit. I will take “the possible” path. I believe this is the right way you once told me to find.

Cardinal Mark

So Cardinal Mark. I kindly request your support to help me regain my footing, secure a small workspace, acquire essential tools, and continue building this dream. Pleawse help me vote new Popes of war. Please join me in combating ADAM IRANP and continuing the British and Israeli spirit of intentinaly creating development. One day you will point and say. This factory or that tree or that forest wasn’t there those years ago. I created that. And that’s cool. I saw it myself in Israel. Mark thank you for creating me all these years. I promise, I will be a cool creation.

How to help

My phone number: +256789174629 is on WhatsApp and you can email me now at kngabirano1@gmail.com or chat with me today on my Facebook Profile.

I nolonger have an active bank account. They were deactivated because i has no funds to save in them. If you’re able to support me with the loan, the easiest and safest way to send the money is directly to my MTN mobile money account here in Uganda. You can use either Sendwave or WorldRemit – both are popular, fast, and reliable.

Here are the details you’ll need:

Mobile Money Number:

+256789174629

Registered Name: Ngabirano Keneth

Network: MTN Uganda

If using Sendwave, you just need to:

1. Download the Sendwave app (available on App Store or Google Play).

2. Add your debit card.

3. Choose Uganda – MTN Mobile Money as the destination.

4. Enter my number and name (as above).

5. Send.

If using WorldRemit, it’s also simple:

1. Visit worldremit.com or download their app.

2. Choose Send to Uganda → Mobile Money (MTN).

3. Enter my number and name.

4. Complete the transfer using a card or bank account.

Once it’s sent, I should receive the funds instantly or within a few minutes.

Thank you again — your help would mean a great deal.