CLEAN SURROUNDINGS, HAPPY LIVING.

         When hygiene becomes hope; 

“A cleaner space. It is a stronger place.”

In the vibrant neighborhood of Bugolobi, the aroma of fresh chapati filled the air. Children played netball on dusty courts. Am named Daya. Many knew me for my powerful voice on Daya Let’s Talk Show. My thoughtful words on Daya We Talk inspired others. I carried something even greater than my media platforms. I had a deep love for my community.

For years, l had noticed how poor hygiene silently affected my neighbours. Clogged drainage channels overflowed when the rains came. Piles of uncollected rubbish sat at street corners. Children played barefoot near stagnant water, and illnesses spread quietly in the shadows.

One morning, as the rain tapped gently on my window, my favourite kind of weather l made a decision. Using my voice and my influence, l would bring change.

I started small. On my talk show, l aired an episode titled “Clean Spaces, Healthy Lives.” I invited health experts to speak about sanitation. Local leaders also discussed waste management. Everyday residents shared their experiences. The conversations were raw, honest, and eye-opening.

But l didn’t stop at talking.

The next Saturday, armed with gloves, brooms, and garbage bags, l stepped into the streets myself. I invited my listeners, friends, and even the She Cranes fans l often cheered with to join me. Together, they cleaned drainage channels, swept market areas, and sensitized shopkeepers about proper waste disposal.

            Hygiene in our community.

I organized school visits, teaching children the importance of handwashing, keeping their playgrounds clean, and protecting their water sources. With my warm voice and encouraging spirit, l made hygiene feel like a shared mission, not a burden.

Soon, monthly community clean-up drives became a tradition. Local businesses donated supplies. Health clinics offered free check-ups during the drives, teaching about waterborne diseases and safe food handling. The marketplace grew cleaner, the streets were clearer, and the smiles were brighter.

I also lobbied local authorities, pushing for regular garbage collection, public toilets, and safe water points. My articles on Daya We Talk documented both the struggles. They also celebrated the victories. These stories inspired nearby communities to start their own hygiene campaigns.

Years later, Bugolobi wasn’t just known for its lively sports matches and bustling markets. It was admired as one of the cleanest, healthiest neighbourhoods in the region. At every clean-up drive, every health talk, and every children’s lesson, l was there. My gloves were on, and my smile was wide. Rain or shine, I reminded everyone that a healthy community begins with clean hands, clean spaces, and open hearts.


       Our hands, Our streets, Our health.