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SN1 EP1: SEPERATION Attention: this post is not to seek validation from anyone here, but it is meant to clarify claims (Rated PG). I will start off this tete-a-tete with the baby mama, then Mutuzo later in the due course. Everyone has to get served with equity and equality...

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Tamale1 year ago

You have given more 5yrs and 50reasons of being single

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TexasAllianceforLife2 years ago

When TAL Public Policy Analyst Deirdre Cooper's unborn child was diagnosed with Trisomy 18, she never questioned whether to move forward with the pregnancy & birth. As she says, life is always the compassionate answer, even for the hard cases. Hear her & Bosco's full story here.

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Lawyer1 year ago

If I was in your shoes that lady would now be six feet underground discussing with kafeero and mozey radio.... I'm not patient and calm to your level boss.

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Mwami Njovu🐘1 year ago

Those of you who don't know how we got here; 1. Asan Kasingye (@AsanKasingye) started all this by maliciously bringing his issues with DPC Kira Road on X. 2. Mr. Hashtags (@paulwebs1) rebutted with a photo of himself and other friends captioned with a story of how they were erroneously arrested and forced to delete photos taken in the police cell of Kira Rd Police Station. The caption partly blamed Kasingye for causing a meeting with CID officers and other police officers over Paul Webb's post. 3. Asan Kasingye bluffed off Paul Webs and dared him to provide for any link to suggest that Kasingye was behind his arrest or something like that. 4. Paul Webs eventually brought all the evidence, screenshot of the post he made in 2019 and the link as Kasingye had dared him. 5. At this stage, Kasingye was defeated and did what bad losers do, he blocked Paul Webs. 6. Kasingye has a big following and some bootlickers, among those is Mutuzo (@Mutuzo_M). This Mutuzo single Mama quoted Paul Webs' post that Kasingye dared him to post with a completely unrelated matter of Paul Webs' baby Mama seeking for help. 7. Mutuzo further shared WhatsApp screenshots of the baby Mama seeking to talk to Paul Webs about financial support of his son. 8. A bunch of wannabes and feminists jumped on the wagon to attack Paul Webs with all colours of insults. 9. Paul Webs, ran a poll seeking approval whether to post videos and other graphic contents to disprove Mutuzo and other miserable feminists; the poll was 80% in favour of posting more evidence. 10. It is at this point that Paul Webbs posted this first of many evidence we shall see if this Mutuzo lady doesn't stop snooping around her nose in matters that don't concern her. -End- Discalimer; I'm team #MrHashTag

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Owoyesigyire1 year ago

That tik tok sound, "omutemu wuyo" .

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Mafia King 🇺🇬🌎1 year ago

Bro where do you meet alshabab baby mamas??😂

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Eng. Akech Andrew1 year ago

You see when a man doesn't speak everyone will think he is the problem but we are trained to keep somethings and protect our families. Men are never the problem in fact we can do anything to see the people we love happy.

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Sophie🧚🏼‍♀️1 year ago

Kyova olaba bagamba tosala gwa kawala nga towuliriza gwa kalenzi

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Simple Shamim1 year ago

Babade bagenda mu kooti Naye buno obujulizi ndaba busiba bbo 😂😂😂

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Dr. Eve Nakato1 year ago

This mother urgently needs mental health care!

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iRagaba | C. Ronald 🔆1 year ago

Me — even if you point a knife at me jokingly, it’s damn over

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Gbenga Samuel-Wemimo

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I’ve talked about this on tiktok so I’m gonna talk about it here as well. My mom sexually assaulted me when I was a child. I’ve called her out on this for a long time & been labeled a liar. I decided to go get a lie detector test & I managed to pass. My mother took a lie detector test & failed… She had an excuse as to why she failed too, listen below & tell me if it makes sense. I was around 9-11, all I remember is her doing this to me & how it went down. My mother was extremely homophobic & any time I did something she deemed feminine, she would try to punish me for it. This one specific time I was using the family computer with the daughter of a woman who was living with my mom at the time. I decided to play Fancy by iggy azalea & I was singing along, my mom calls out to ask “who’s playing that” so I come to her as she called out & when she asked I lied to her…I was scared so I told her the little girl was playing the song. She called the little girl in the room and asked her instead of me. The little girl proceeded to tell my mother how it wasn’t her who was playing the song & it was me. My mother thrusts at me & starts beating me mercilessly. Screaming “you wanna be a bitch?!” “This what you want?!” & as she’s beating me she shoved her finger inside me saying “you like d*ck in yo a** b*tch?!” Her boyfriend at the time had to pull her off of me & tell her to stop. I even remember her going to wash the fecal matter off of her finger. I may not get the legal justice I deserve but I will continue to tell my story to be an advocate for people who faced something similar with really no safe space to speak on it. I allowed her to condition me to think for years that I had to forgive her, we had to work on our relationship because “we were all we had” but I was being lied to by the narcissist I call a mother. There was no work that would ever be done, just me tolerating stuff I don’t have to while keeping secrets that aren’t mine. Help me get my story out there, I have 3 younger siblings & she’s been exploiting them & I for monetary gain on the internet since I was a child. Every time I did something she didn’t like she would broadcast it to her followers on Facebook. Now I’ve built my own platform, now my voice can truly be heard.
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I’ve talked about this on tiktok so I’m gonna talk about it here as well. My mom sexually assaulted me when I was a child. I’ve called her out on this for a long time & been labeled a liar. I decided to go get a lie detector test & I managed to pass. My mother took a lie detector test & failed… She had an excuse as to why she failed too, listen below & tell me if it makes sense. I was around 9-11, all I remember is her doing this to me & how it went down. My mother was extremely homophobic & any time I did something she deemed feminine, she would try to punish me for it. This one specific time I was using the family computer with the daughter of a woman who was living with my mom at the time. I decided to play Fancy by iggy azalea & I was singing along, my mom calls out to ask “who’s playing that” so I come to her as she called out & when she asked I lied to her…I was scared so I told her the little girl was playing the song. She called the little girl in the room and asked her instead of me. The little girl proceeded to tell my mother how it wasn’t her who was playing the song & it was me. My mother thrusts at me & starts beating me mercilessly. Screaming “you wanna be a bitch?!” “This what you want?!” & as she’s beating me she shoved her finger inside me saying “you like d*ck in yo a** b*tch?!” Her boyfriend at the time had to pull her off of me & tell her to stop. I even remember her going to wash the fecal matter off of her finger. I may not get the legal justice I deserve but I will continue to tell my story to be an advocate for people who faced something similar with really no safe space to speak on it. I allowed her to condition me to think for years that I had to forgive her, we had to work on our relationship because “we were all we had” but I was being lied to by the narcissist I call a mother. There was no work that would ever be done, just me tolerating stuff I don’t have to while keeping secrets that aren’t mine. Help me get my story out there, I have 3 younger siblings & she’s been exploiting them & I for monetary gain on the internet since I was a child. Every time I did something she didn’t like she would broadcast it to her followers on Facebook. Now I’ve built my own platform, now my voice can truly be heard.

Pansexual Intellectual 🦦

351,523 views • 1 year ago