I have read all 3 parts and all the accusations against @IsaacSsemakadde seem plausible. But two questions remain unanswered: what is her part in all this? Obviously she must have a part in the problem. And secondly, where the hell is the father(s) of the kids?
This narrative reveals our experience with ULS President Isaac Ssemakadde, He said, I want you guys to be my distractions as I make my serious moves in the background.
He expressed an interest in leveraging our identity as a twin brand for potential financial benefit.
Part 1.
@Truthtellerftm Truth is here discussing his support for Hamas from a place of ignorance, jumping from subject to subject to suit his narrative. No substance whatsoever
Farmers in Jur River, Panyijiar, & Kapoeta North Counties now have access to portable solar-powered irrigation pumps & training on their operation, thanks to USAID RASS! 🌞This will boost dry season crop output & food availability all year 🌽 🥗#SustainableFarming#FoodSecurity
I couldn't agree with you more. Dr. Riek has grown accustomed to and content with his position as Kiirs Vice President. But he must recognise that change is necessary. Using refugees he has never met does not serve his purpose. Let him do his part to prepare for 2024.
The maturity and readiness of the maize, sorghum, and other crops showcase a promising outlook for a fruitful harvest. Farmersb are consistently provided with technical support to effectively minimize post-harvest food loss, ensuring optimal household food security.
Following a highly successful planting season, the USAID (RASS) Activity program participants are eagerly getting ready for an abundant harvest of maize, sorghum, and various other vegetables and crops in Akobo, Budi, Jur River, Wau, Kapoeta North, and Duk Counties.
It starts with a date. You see her approaching, she’s in a racy minidress that exposes most of her skin and accentuates her curves. You paint an imaginary bull’s eye somewhere on her hips as she sashays to your table.
“Hi,” she sings while sitting and tacking a long braid behind her ear while searching to see what kind of guy you are.
“Are you ready to order?” The waiter interrupts.
You order a lager and she orders wine and a carrot cake. The waiter says they’re out of carrot cakes and she smiles and orders a red velvet instead.
“You have a beautiful smile," you exclaim after the waiter leaves. She smiles again and this time you notice her dimples. “Thank you,” she responds.
Seriously that voice should be my ring-back tone, you think to yourself.
“Where did you buy it? My EX could use a smile like that,” you tease her.
This time she laughs loudly and hits your arm. “So you’re single?” she asks after biting a slice of red velvet, her manner now comfortable with you.
“Depends who is asking,” you say mischievously.
“I’m asking.” Cream gets smudged on her lower lip and she licks it and you already know what your answer is.
You find yourselves at your place. She’s seated on the couch and her racy minidress has climbed up. You look at her and look around your house and the closest thing you have to rubber is a pair of Converse shoes. You look at her again and she bites her lower lip which is now your Achilles heel. She calls you to her with her index finger and you say, ‘Valar Morghulis’ all men must die.
Three months later you’re in the hospital for your routine checkup, trying to convince yourself that she was too smart and pretty to have been a carrier of anything. You’re sweating and swearing to God that if he saves you this once you will wait till marriage.
“Is everything okay doc?” You ask panicked to the man who just walked in, wearing a lab coat.
“Everything seems fine, just a cold and that should clear in a few days.”
“Really,”—you say unbelieving—”nothing at all?”
“Yes,”—he opens his folder again—”all the tests say that you’re healthy.”
You thank him profusely and remove your phone as you exit the hospital. You tap her contacts and you text her,
“Hi, stranger?”