Ric mulwale

@EMulwale

10 important facts that you should know before constructing your dream home 1. call us 2. we shall take care of the remaining eight.

Nairobi, Kenya

Joined May 2012

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Cyprian, Is Nyakundi

@C_NyaKundiH

almost 3 years ago

Chokaa Residents Face Eviction As They Cry Foul Over Astronomical Land Prices Set By Kirima Family Thousands of Chokaa residents in Nairobi's Njiru sub-county are on the brink of eviction as they are unable to meet the hefty price tags slapped on their plots by the Kirima family. A court ruling in October declared the land, previously thought to be public, as the rightful property of the late tycoon Gerishon Kirima's estate and ordered the residents to vacate by December 31st, 2023. The residents say the prices are way above the current land value in the area, which according to two independent valuations done by them, ranged from Sh4 million to Sh6 million per acre, depending on the location. But the Kirimas want residents to cough up a staggering Sh25 million per acre – four times the market rate. Independent valuations by ACIMA Consult and Milestone Land Access confirm the disparity. While the Kirima family asks for Sh2.167 million for a 30 by 60 foot plot, ACIMA places the same plot at Sh500,000. Residents suspect a divide-and-conquer strategy. Initial attempts at collective negotiation were met with individual letters demanding immediate payment. This tactic, they fear, weakens their bargaining power. In a desperate attempt to stop the impending demolitions, the residents have petitioned the Environment and Land Court to protect them. They have sought the intervention of the court to ensure that their properties are not demolished by the administrators of Kirima Estate (Anne Wangare Kirima and Theresia Wairimu Kirima) with the assistance of the National Police in the name of enforcing the orders of the court. The residents’ only hope now lies in the hands of the court, which is expected to make a determination on their petition on January 23, 2024.

C_NyaKundiH's tweet photo. Chokaa Residents Face Eviction As They Cry Foul Over Astronomical Land Prices Set By Kirima Family

Thousands of Chokaa residents in Nairobi's Njiru sub-county are on the brink of eviction as they are unable to meet the hefty price tags slapped on their plots by the Kirima family.

A court ruling in October declared the land, previously thought to be public, as the rightful property of the late tycoon Gerishon Kirima's estate and ordered the residents to vacate by December 31st, 2023.

The residents say the prices are way above the current land value in the area, which according to two independent valuations done by them, ranged from Sh4 million to Sh6 million per acre, depending on the location.

But the Kirimas want residents to cough up a staggering Sh25 million per acre – four times the market rate.

Independent valuations by ACIMA Consult and Milestone Land Access confirm the disparity.

While the Kirima family asks for Sh2.167 million for a 30 by 60 foot plot, ACIMA places the same plot at Sh500,000.

Residents suspect a divide-and-conquer strategy.

Initial attempts at collective negotiation were met with individual letters demanding immediate payment.

This tactic, they fear, weakens their bargaining power.

In a desperate attempt to stop the impending demolitions, the residents have petitioned the Environment and Land Court to protect them.

They have sought the intervention of the court to ensure that their properties are not demolished by the administrators of Kirima Estate (Anne Wangare Kirima and Theresia Wairimu Kirima) with the assistance of the National Police in the name of enforcing the orders of the court.

The residents’ only hope now lies in the hands of the court, which is expected to make a determination on their petition on January 23, 2024.

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Pauline Njoroge

@paulinenjoroge

about 3 years ago · Nairobi

A State of the Nation Address should focus on national indicators per sector and their impact on micro and macro economics of a country; measurable impact on a national scale e.g number of new businesses and an estimate of new employment opportunities that have resulted from the hustler fund. Not personal stories based on staged calls to kina Ondieki. I give Ruto 1/100. The 1% is for fluently reading his lies from a teleprompter.

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Author Sakwah Ongoma @CSakwah

about 3 years ago

Sue made us believe that she loved him. She did. I always teased him that he was her dearest beloved duck. The other ducks were jealous of him. But secretly, I fell in love with him. With every grain that he ate, with every cabbage fibre that he consumed, his muscle jutted out. I was filled with jealousy whenever Sue watched him. Sometimes she isolated him, from the rest of us, just to feed him on special meals that she cooked for her husband. James always hid some of the food under his wings, or beak. And while Sue, own owner, was digging cooking holes and fetching firewood, James shared the hidden meals with me. He was a gentleman. Even when other female ducks watched him, even when they walked closer to him, and shook their asses, and flapped their wings in a manner that I couldn't, he only had his eyes on me. James was the ulpha of Sue's poultry farm. He never chased after other female ducks even when Sue wanted him to pass his genes on. He watched other male ducks do it. Even when Sue locked him and Agness in a papyrus reed busket with the hope that James would mate with her, he did not. He told me that he could because all his thoughts were on me. I knew James was in love with me. But he never mentioned it to me. It was his actions that spoke. I was not ready. He never pushed me into it. And so, today, I was ready. I whispered into the ears of the man that I ever loved. I watched as his feathers rattled with excitement. He wagged his tail and flapped his wings. I told him that I knew of a place. It was green, with scented herbs and grass. He walked next to me, with his left wing bulged out, almost holding mine. He was tender and warm. His eyes were full of lust, and love, and I loved the mixture of the two emotions. He said that he loved the choice of the lodge. I told him that it has to be a place for our special day, on our first day. He did not have to chase after me like other ducks did, or like Sue's chicken did. I lay on the soft grass, and lifted my tail up, hence exposing my vent. I was wet, only for him. It was his first time but he did it like an expert. He ensured that I did not feel any pain, neither did I bleed so much. He was soft and tender. When he went in, I moaned ever slightly. He spread his wings out and covered me under them. I never wanted it to end. I wanted forever. Then we heard Sue and her visitor talking. "The fat duck was here," she said. Suddenly, my moment of ecstasy instantly became sad. James became cold on me. We knew exactly what was going to happen. The built man, Ombachi, grabbed him and pulled his away from me. I screamed and cried, but they ignored me. James did not resist. He was brave. Others before him screamed and wailed on such moments. He smiled, for the last time and said, "This is my happiest day of my life." I did not want to watch the sharp knives in their hands. I did not want to watch how the man manhandled him and squeezed his neck. He was ruthless and merciless. I wanted to scream at him, and ask him to be gentle on him. James was a gentle man, and he deserved a gentle death. But before I could scream to make a request, the man said, "DONE". James was no more.

CSakwah's tweet photo. Sue made us believe that she loved him. She did. I always teased him that he was her dearest beloved duck.
The other ducks were jealous of him. But secretly, I fell in love with him. With every grain that he ate, with every cabbage fibre that he consumed, his muscle jutted out.
I was filled with jealousy whenever Sue watched him. Sometimes she isolated him, from the rest of us, just to feed him on special meals that she cooked for her husband.
James always hid some of the food under his wings, or beak. And while Sue, own owner, was digging cooking holes and fetching firewood, James shared the hidden meals with me.
He was a gentleman. Even when other female ducks watched him, even when they walked closer to him, and shook their asses, and flapped their wings in a manner that I couldn't, he only had his eyes on me.
James was the ulpha of Sue's poultry farm. He never chased after other female ducks even when Sue wanted him to pass his genes on. He watched other male ducks do it. Even when Sue locked him and Agness in a papyrus reed busket with the hope that James would mate with her, he did not. He told me that he could because all his thoughts were on me.
I knew James was in love with me. But he never mentioned it to me. It was his actions that spoke.
I was not ready. He never pushed me into it. And so, today, I was ready. I whispered into the ears of the man that I ever loved. I watched as his feathers rattled with excitement. He wagged his tail and flapped his wings.
I told him that I knew of a place. It was green, with scented herbs and grass. He walked next to me, with his left wing bulged out, almost holding mine. He was tender and warm. His eyes were full of lust, and love, and I loved the mixture of the two emotions.
He said that he loved the choice of the lodge. I told him that it has to be a place for our special day, on our first day. He did not have to chase after me like other ducks did, or like Sue's chicken did. I lay on the soft grass, and lifted my tail up, hence exposing my vent. I was wet, only for him.
It was his first time but he did it like an expert. He ensured that I did not feel any pain, neither did I bleed so much. He was soft and tender. When he went in, I moaned ever slightly. He spread his wings out and covered me under them.
I never wanted it to end. I wanted forever. Then we heard Sue and her visitor talking.
"The fat duck was here," she said. Suddenly, my moment of ecstasy instantly became sad. James became cold on me. We knew exactly what was going to happen. The built man, Ombachi, grabbed him and pulled his away from me.
I screamed and cried, but they ignored me. James did not resist. He was brave. Others before him screamed and wailed on such moments. He smiled, for the last time and said, "This is my happiest day of my life."
I did not want to watch the sharp knives in their hands. I did not want to watch how the man manhandled him and squeezed his neck. He was ruthless and merciless. I wanted to scream at him, and ask him to be gentle on him. James was a gentle man, and he deserved a gentle death. But before I could scream to make a request, the man said, "DONE".
James was no more.

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