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[HAKI ZA WATOTO/ CHILDREN'S RIGHTS @Atulo_Joe]

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Here is a video to help understand the Super El Niño better…

[Anne Soy @annesoy]

I’ve reported on Ebola for over a decade (& health for over 20 yrs) so I’m not usually surprised to hear disparate theories about disease outbreaks. But recent posts by a number of Kenyan thought leaders have left me dumbfounded. Here’s Dr Wandia Njoya, a university lecturer:

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[HAKI ZA WATOTO/ CHILDREN'S RIGHTS @Atulo_Joe]

@PiocheBrio Pole sana mzee.

[Safe Engage Foundation @SafeFdn]

Today, Safe Engage Foundation (SEF) welcomed representatives from @girleffect for a courtesy visit aimed at exploring opportunities for collaboration and identifying areas where strategic partnerships can drive meaningful, sustainable community empowerment. #YouthEmpowerment

[Legend @legendfran04]

“7pts in 7games”. “Carrick ball”
Been waiting to use this video😭😭😭

[Owichezzz @PiocheBrio]

Hey @ntsa_kenya hawa ni akina nani?
Na mbona payment option ni card pekee yake?

[Rany Jazayerli @jazayerli]

As a Muslim I have been workshopping and refining the perfect answer to this accusation for 25 years, and he just...tweeted it out. He is so damn good at this.

[Complex @Complex]

Woman who lost her battle with cancer left behind a note on what matters most (2017)

[via/ FB Holly Butcher]

[Parklands Residents Association @parklandspamoja]

Dear Parklanders,

Our ELC case and courts orders have come to effect from Oct 14th 2026.

Please read the article below and reshare within your local social networks.

Summary:-

*Development Permissions in Parklands Area Now Null and Void.*

All development approvals applied for or granted for properties in the Parklands area are now null and void, according to a notice issued by the Parklands Residents Association following Nairobi City County Government’s failure to comply with court orders requiring the establishment of a planning forum and the preparation of development plans for the area.

In a notice dated October 15, 2026, the association reminded parties named in Petition No. E012 of 2025 of a judgment delivered by the Environment and Land Court in Nairobi on October 14, 2025. The judgment directed the county government to establish and operationalise the County Physical and Land Use Planning Consultative Forum within six months and prepare and gazette the County Physical and Land Use Development Plan and the Local Physical and Land Use Development Plan for Parklands within 12 months.

The court, comprising Justices O. A. Angote, A. Omollo and C. G. Mbogo, declared that Nairobi City County Government had failed to establish the consultative forum as required under Section 14 of the Physical and Land Use Planning Act, 2019.

It also ruled that the actions and omissions of the county government and relevant county officials concerning developments in Parklands since August 2019 had violated residents’ constitutional rights to human dignity and a clean and healthy environment under Articles 28 and 42 of the Constitution.

Under the judgment, the county government was required to establish and operationalise the consultative forum within six months and submit a compliance report to the court within that period. It was also directed to prepare and gazette the two development plans within 12 months, in accordance with the law.

According to the association’s notice, the deadline for establishing the consultative forum expired on April 14, 2026, while the deadline for preparing and gazetting the development plans expired on October 14, 2026.

The association states that the required forum had not been legally constituted and operationalised and that neither of the two development plans was in place when the deadlines expired.

Consequently, the notice states that development approvals applied for or granted for properties in Parklands with effect from October 15, 2026, are null and void.

The affected approvals include those relating to changes and extensions of use, increased development density, lease extensions and renewals, subdivision and amalgamation of properties, demolitions, building works, easements, wayleaves, and certificates of compliance and occupation.

The court had expressly ordered that failure to comply with its directives on the consultative forum and development plans would render approvals issued after the expiry of the 12-month period null and void.

The petition was filed by Kamalkumar Rajinkant Sangahani, Jags Kaur and Teddy Obiero on behalf of the Parklands Residents Association against Nairobi City County Government and several county officials responsible for planning and development.

The other parties named in the proceedings include the National Land Commission, the Director-General responsible for Physical and Land Use Planning, professional associations representing planners, surveyors and architects, the Kenya Private Sector Alliance, the Kenya Alliance of Residents Associations, the National Council for Persons with Disabilities, the Land Registrar for Nairobi, the ministry responsible for lands and urban development, and the National Environment Management Authority, among other interested parties

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[HAKI ZA WATOTO/ CHILDREN'S RIGHTS @Atulo_Joe]

Life and its seasons. One time you’re laughing so hard you cry, the next season, which sometimes comes so so soon, you’re so sad you don’t even have the ‘strength to cry.’

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It's called Vtabu. https://t.co/2OQcC6vQOA

[Mbiti Mwondi Maino,MD @mbiti_mwondi]

I should be the CS of health Kenya Ambieni Duale,Ps Muthoni ama Oluga waweke CV zao tuone kama wanafikia a 32 year old bouncing baby boy! A young,energetic,experienced,tech savvy,non corrupt son of the soil.
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[Ngao Wilson @_ngaowilson]

A very interesting case that we argued in July that now comes up for judgement today.

Very consequential and important!

[HAKI ZA WATOTO/ CHILDREN'S RIGHTS @Atulo_Joe]

@AntohSZN Karibu mzee. Uko poa?

[Mr. JAIYE 📸 @Jaiyejeje0m0]

This is very very important

[Peter Girnus 🦅 @gothburz]

I am a member of the Norwegian Nobel Committee.

There are five of us. Five people, appointed by a parliament most of the planet could not find on a map, who decide, once a year, which human being the world has agreed to call good.

I know. I know. I think about it on the tram.

We meet in a building on Henrik Ibsens gate, a street named after a man who wrote almost exclusively about people discovering they are frauds, which nobody on the committee finds funny except me. There is a room with a long table and the portraits of the dead laureates looking down, Mandela, the Dalai Lama, a great many earnest men in spectacles, and one portrait we do not discuss, which is Kissinger, 1973, awarded while the bombs were still falling, after which two of our predecessors resigned and the satirist Tom Lehrer said political satire was now obsolete. We keep him on the wall. A reminder. Every family has the uncle.

It is October in Oslo, which means the sun gives up around four in the afternoon like a civil servant, and it rains the particular Norwegian rain that isn’t quite falling, just hanging there, judging you. I arrive with wet shoes. I always arrive with wet shoes. There is coffee, because this is Norway and there is always coffee, we drink more of it per person than almost anyone alive, and someone’s wife has sent kanelboller, the cinnamon buns, and we sit, five Norwegians, damp, caffeinated, sugared, and we decide the moral standing of the entire species.

Let me tell you how it actually works, because the world imagines a cathedral and it is, I promise you, a book club with a mandate.

287 nominations this year. 208 people, 79 organizations. Anyone can nominate, that’s the secret nobody understands: a professor, a parliamentarian, a former laureate, so the “nominee” list is meaningless, it’s a suggestion box, and every autumn some congressman nominates his own golden retriever and the press writes “SHORTLISTED.” Nobody is shortlisted. There is no short list the public ever sees. There is us, and the coffee, and the rain, and the portraits, and a Norwegian stubbornness that is older than the prize itself.

We read reports. The institute’s advisers write them, thick dull documents, and we argue. Our chairman told the BBC once that in the final meeting “there is a high temperature.” High temperature, for a Norwegian, means someone slightly raised an eyebrow and then apologized for it. We don’t do high temperature. We do a long silence, and then Kristin says “well,” and everyone knows exactly what “well” meant, and it’s settled. That’s our shouting. “Well.” You’d have to be raised here to hear the violence in it.

Now. This year. I will not say the name, because we never say the name, but you know the name.

A certain head of state wanted this prize the way a child wants a thing in a shop window, which is to say loudly, and in public, and with the full belief that wanting it was itself the argument. He said he deserved it. He said he’d ended eight wars, a number that grew most times he said it, like a fish. He had other heads of state phone us. Israel’s prime minister posted it on the internet, “Give him the Nobel.” The leaders of Cambodia and Pakistan announced they’d nominated him, as though announcing it were part of it, as though we tally mentions. A man flew around the globe collecting endorsements for a Norwegian committee the way you’d collect signatures for a petition to the council about a noisy dog.

And here, uff da, is the detail I treasure, the one that makes me smile into my coffee. The nomination deadline is the 31st of January. He took office on the 20th. So for all the phone calls, all the posts, all the gilded lobbying, the only nominations that could possibly count for this year’s prize were filed in the first eleven days of his term, before he had, by his own arithmetic, ended a single one of the eight wars. He campaigned all year for a prize whose window had shut while he was still hanging up his coat. We didn’t have to reject him. The calendar did. We just watched. Norwegians are very good at watching. We have long winters.

People think we sit there weighing his deeds. We don’t. That’s the thing I can’t make the world understand. We’re not grading his homework. We don’t owe anyone the prize for a ceasefire, however real, however loud the announcement. “He made peace” is not a sentence that ends in a medal, the way he believes it does, the way he believes every good thing ends in his name on it. The will of a dead Swede says the prize goes to whoever did the most for fraternity between nations. A dead Swede, I should add, who made his entire fortune inventing dynamite and selling arms, and spent his last years horrified at his own obituary, which called him a merchant of death, and so bought his way to immortality as a man of peace. The whole prize is one guilty arms dealer’s attempt to launder his name. We are, all of us, administering a dead man’s public relations. I find this clarifying. It keeps me humble. It should keep everyone humble, and it keeps, by my count, no one humble at all.

So who did we give it to?

An eighty-five-year-old woman. A judge. Born in Durban, under apartheid, granddaughter of a Tamil man who came to South Africa as indentured labor, a bus driver’s daughter from the poor Indian quarter, who became the first non-white woman to run a law practice in her province, who defended Mandela’s people when defending them was dangerous, who sat on the Rwanda tribunal and the court at the Hague, and who, at eighty-five, is right now a judge weighing whether a genocide is a genocide. When we told the world, our chairman said the rule of law “underpins the system we have set up to ensure peace,” and that “peace requires justice.” She wasn’t even in Oslo. She was in Nuremberg. In courtroom 600. The actual room where they tried the Nazis. You cannot stage that. God staged that, and God, it turns out, is a better satirist than any of us.

She did not phone us. She did not post. No prime minister demanded it for her on the internet. She had, as far as our deliberations are concerned, the one qualification the loud man could never manufacture, which is that she wanted the work and not the medal. The medal finds those people. It flees the ones who chase it. This is not a rule we wrote. It’s just the only pattern the hundred-odd years of our mistakes has ever shown.

The reaction from across the ocean was immediate. His spokesman posted that we “place politics over peace.” Ja. Perhaps. We’re five damp pensioners in a rainy city; of course it’s political, it was always political, it was political when we gave it to a sitting American president nine months into his first term for the promise of things he had not yet done, and we have been quietly embarrassed about that one for fifteen years, so believe me, we had a particular reason this year to prefer a woman with fifty years of verdicts behind her over a man with eight wars in front of him and a deadline already behind him.

Here is what he will never understand, the thing I’d tell him on the tram if he ever took one. We are the one prize he cannot buy, cannot post his way to, cannot have a friendly dictator phone in for him. Not because we’re incorruptible, nei, we’re as vain and wrong and human as the portraits on our wall. But because the entire point of the thing, the only power a small cold country’s book club has ever held, is that it goes to the person not performing the wanting. The moment you demand it, you’ve proven you don’t understand what it’s for, and proving that is itself the disqualification. He ran the most expensive campaign in the history of the prize and the campaign was the reason. He was never losing to Navi Pillay. He was losing to the concept.

It’s dark now. Four o’clock dark. The buns are gone. Kristin said “well” an hour ago and we all went home. I’m on the tram with my wet shoes, and somewhere across the water a very powerful man is explaining to a camera that the prize is rigged, that we’re corrupt, that he’ll win it next year, and he genuinely might, we’re only five idiots and we’ve been wrong before, Kissinger is still on the wall.

But not this year. This year an old woman in Nuremberg, in the room where the law once stared down the exact kind of man who thinks wanting a thing loudly enough should make it his, got a phone call she didn’t ask for.

That’s the job. We don’t reward the man who ends the war and announces it.

We reward the woman who spent fifty years deciding what a war was.

He’ll never see the difference. That’s rather the whole point of him.

Takk for i dag. I have to change trams.

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[The Odira Odira @OdiraTeddy]

Jurisprudence is philosophy. It asks what law is, what grounds its authority and how it relates to morality. Scott J. Shapiro makes this clear in “What Is Law (and Why Should We Care)?”