He wrote a letter to the Anglican church leadership in England to distance ACK Kenya from the decisions the Anglican church was making regarding LGBTQ
He phoned that Baite female CJ Koome personally and asked her hard questions about the recent decision by .ke courts to allow registration of LGBTQ NGO’s
He phoned the archbishop of Canterbury and asked him very hard questions about the Anglican church stand on LGBTQ
He has recently appeared of multiple .ke national news media platforms speaking vehemently against LGBTQ
Now this is getting to a persistent level
If he persist more along this line, the global forces of darkness pushing LGBTQ down our throats will have to remove him from that position he now holds as head of ACK Kenya.
The Anglican Church is NOT a democratic institution na iko na wenyewe.
One will have to go, either him or the global LGBTQ forces who at this time have overwhelming POWER at their disposal…including POTUS and King Charles and top global leaders and international org’s etc
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Tutu was very Pro-lgptqpz. To the extent of saying he’d rather go to hell than worship a God who’s anti-lgbtqpz.
And his daughter was a lesbian married to another woman.
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!