@OttoSam50178310 It just showered here in Kitgum town, it lasted something like six or seven minutes! And the sun is up immediately smiling at us, and with it, the heat level has gone up. It was cloudy and slightly cooler though before this fake rain!
For those doubting rain-stoppers, shame!
I am glad to be attending the 81st session of the @UN General Assembly and interacting with different delegations. The high-level segment of the General Assembly opens tomorrow with addresses from the Presidents of United States of America and Brazil. #UNGA81#OlaraOtunnu4SG #NextSG
President Trump just ordered U.S. flags lowered to half-staff nationwide for a full week in honor of Dolly Parton.
That is extremely special. Presidential half-staff orders are almost always reserved for presidents, vice presidents, justices, members of Congress, governors, or major national tragedies. Pure entertainers and cultural icons almost never get a nationwide presidential directive like this!
Whitney Houston only got state-level recognition in New Jersey, and even Elvis didn’t receive a formal federal order of this scope.
A weeklong national tribute for the Queen of Country is genuinely rare. It underscores just how deeply her music, philanthropy, and larger-than-life presence cut across America.
Dolly Parton is dead, and the church never knew what to do with her.
Half my feed is posting rhinestones today. The other half never trusted her, because she would not wear the uniform.
She never preached a sermon.
She just did the works.
One man. Fifty-eight years. In an industry that eats marriages. No scandal reel, no reality show, no trading up. Just Carl, and a promise kept until death did them part.
She could have built towers in Nashville. Instead she built in the mountains she came from, so the people she came from could work.
Two hundred million books. Given away to children, free, no strings, while the rest of us argued about what to read.
A million dollars for a vaccine in the middle of a plague, and she called it what it was: helping.
She was a feminist who never used the word, a superstar who never left home, and a believer who never made you watch her pray.
"Yea, a man may say, Thou hast faith, and I have works: shew me thy faith without thy works, and I will shew thee my faith by my works." James 2:18.
We spent years asking whether she was one of ours.
She never asked whether we were one of hers. She was too busy feeding children.
I do not know her heart. That was never my job. I know her works, because the whole county she came from lives on them.
"Wherefore by their fruits ye shall know them." Matthew 7:20.
You want to honor her today? Put down the tribute post. Put a book in a kid's hands. Stay married. Do the works.
That was the whole sermon. She just never said it out loud.
@ShamimNambassa You spelt it right, yes. But nyabo next time don’t eat boo with a fork & certainly not accompanied by rice please! Boo is best eaten with a combination of sweet potato, kwon Kal (kalo) or ugali (unga as Ugandans love to call it) in that order of preference & With washed fingers.
If you have ulcers or digestive health issues like gastritis I recommend cabbage juice.
It's high in glutamine and sulforaphane that heals the mucosal walls of the gut and reduces inflammation in the body.
Mix mostly cabbage with ginger, cucumber carrots, water and blend.
Watchtowers in Acholiland. One of the tragedies of colonial history writing is that it created false divisions b/w "kingdoms" & "acephalous societies." According to this vision, kingdoms were off doing their own thing, while communities in Acholiland or Tesoland did the same. 1/4