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That ominous gurgle from my fridge escalated into a death rattle at 3 AM - just as my ice cream cake for Liam's birthday party reached perfect consistency. Panic surged through me like electric current when I saw the digital display flicker into darkness. Saturday morning found me frantically pressing my forehead against appliance store glass, mentally calculating how many months this would gut my savings. The sleek French-door beauty whispering my name carried a price tag that made my knees wob

Sweat glued my shirt to my back as I squeezed through Kampala's Owino Market, the air thick with roasted plantains and diesel fumes. Vendors hawked flip-flops in my ear while a pickpocket’s fingers danced toward an elderly woman’s woven purse. My throat clenched—intervene and risk a knife? Do nothing and drown in guilt? Then my thumb found the chipped corner of my phone case. Three jabs later, real-time location tracking pulsed through the Ugandan Police Force’s mobile application, pinning our c

Last Tuesday's dinner almost became a social catastrophe. I was laughing over tiramisu with college friends when the waiter placed that leather folder on the table. My stomach dropped faster than the espresso shot I'd just finished. Earlier that day, I'd impulsively bought concert tickets - had I blown my entire entertainment budget? As others reached for wallets, I excused myself to the restroom, hands trembling as I pulled out my phone. That's when real-time transaction tracking became my life

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