Nadia Matovu x Kabasigyi-Bakahondo

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Heads up—Nadia and I are not your typical relatives. Our friendship mirrors our grandmothers: one protects in the spiritual realm, while the other thinks strategically about entrepreneurship and opportunities for women.

Because of that, I have always been hyper-vigilant about who truly comes close to us—especially after watching my over-giving cousin get played by people who seemed close at first.

When our friend started collaborating with Nadia on YouTube, it became intensely personal for me. I had to watch carefully: who is here for the content creator/socialite vibe, and who is a real friend?

That vigilance isn’t paranoia—it’s protection.

I knew there would come a time in life when we could only trust each other with family matters and trauma, and I wasn’t willing to expose that space carelessly. This is why I reacted very strongly to Belinda Katumba and Duchesse Iraduhaye in 2025.

It was painful, though. Seeing a Canadian Muganda—and even some people I once considered “best friends”—turn against us and twist our Bakiga trauma cut deep. But reflecting now, I understand a few things:

Hyper-vigilance is protection.
I’ve seen these patterns before. Watching out for my cousin is part of guarding our family.

Trauma magnifies betrayal.
When trust is broken in spaces where cultural and generational pain exists, it feels deeply personal.

Family is where trust lives.
Nadia and I know that some things are sacred, and we hold them for each other.

Diaspora dynamics complicate everything.
Status, visibility, ethnic identity, and social hierarchies can make friendships more fragile than they appear.

Looking back, I realize my instincts were correct. I wasn’t overreacting—I was honoring our space, our trauma, and our legacy. Even in the hurt, this experience reminds me that protecting what matters most often requires vigilance, boundaries, and deep trust.

Heal. Grow. Glow.
— Kabasigyi-Bakahondo
#GodMadeMeAfrican #2021

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