On a serious note, why have you normalised your name and phone numbers being displayed on the text message to the recipient of your M-Pesa transaction?
Isn't this a serious breach of your private data?
Yes, it is.
The recipient of your money should only see the transaction code, the amount received and the date and time of the transaction. Your phone number and name in the text message should be truncated or blurred.
The @CA_Kenya has chosen to ignore this serious violation perpetuated by Telcos because this is how our data is mined and sold to rogue microfinance and scammers.
Our names and phone numbers are unique and are tied to our ID and biometrics, including in the election database.
The communication authority should instruct mobile phone companies that have stored our private data to urgently truncate our names and phone numbers and keep them private.
Mtu wetu syndrome ~ Ruto is working
Bigwigs ~ Riggy G is Ruto’s project
Affordable bloggers ~ Riggy G is tribal
Wapumbavu ~ Okuyus should suffer
Leaderless & partyless ~ Riggy G is not an option
Woke millennials & zillennials ~ Old guards are the problem
Concerned Kenyans ~ What should we do then?
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@WashiraX@JimiWanjigi once said a year or two ago,that the rate at which Kenya 🇰🇪 government is borrowing(odious debts) it will come a time when they’ll be forced to raid our banks and mobile money accounts just to payoff the lenders and find their insatiable appetite for spending.
Let’s stop lying to ourselves. The leadership style of Moi and Ruto follows the same poisonous script: absolute power wrapped in fear, loyalty enforced through intimidation, dissent crushed, and the State turned into a personal survival machine. Different faces, same playbook.
One ruled through silence and fear; the other rules through chaos and propaganda. But the outcome is identical institutions weakened, corruption normalized, and the country held hostage by one man’s insecurity.
And let me say this, loudly and without apology: Kalenjins are not the problem. They are hardworking, dignified Kenyans who have shed blood, sweat, and tears to build this country like everyone else. They are farmers, teachers, workers, professionals, patriots. They did not design repression. They did not loot public coffers. They did not weaponize the State. That crime belongs to individuals, not a community.
But history is ruthless. When leadership repeatedly emerges from one region with the same authoritarian DNA, people don’t fear the tribe they fear the pattern. If Kenya keeps producing leaders who govern through fear instead of vision, the future danger is real: people will begin to fear a Kalenjin presidency or even a Kalenjin Deputy President, not because of ethnicity, but because trauma teaches societies to associate power with pain. That would be tragic, unfair, and completely avoidable.
That is why the Rift Valley must not isolate itself. It must stand with the rest of Kenya, not against it. This country will not be saved by ethnic bunkers or siege mentalities. Kenya will be saved when Kalenjins join Luos, Kikuyus, Kambas, Luhyas, Somalis, Coastals everyone in saying one thing with one voice: this struggle is against Ruto’s leadership, not against Kalenjins.
Ruto is not Rift Valley. Ruto is not Kalenjin destiny. Ruto is a political project driven by greed, paranoia, and survival instincts. Defending him in the name of community is how communities get burned for the sins of one man. History has already taught us this lesson once. Ignoring it a second time would be unforgivable.
The future of Kenya demands courage: the courage to reject bad leadership even when it wears familiar skin; the courage to protect a community’s dignity by refusing to let it be used as a human shield; the courage for the Rift Valley to say, “Not in our name.”
This fight is not ethnic. It is moral.
Not tribal. It is national.
Not against Kalenjins. Against tyrant @WilliamsRuto.
And Kenya must choose now, before the cost becomes unbearable.
@Josh001J Masengeli will take the day.
He's so much into combat and daily Police operations.
Lagan will follow after. Let's closely monitor how events unfold. A few months to come. I don't see anyone giving up the role from the two.
KAIKAI’S KICKER
Tonight’s message cuts deep from Mbeere to Kiambu, the mountain is restless. Not confused. Not divided by accident. Tired.
Tired of being used as a battlefield while others reap the rewards. Tired of being told the enemy is your neighbour, your clan, your dialect while the real architect of the chaos smiles from State House.
This is not organic. It’s strategy.
Keep Mt. Kenya fighting itself. Kiambu vs Mbeere. Murang’a vs Nyeri. Old elites vs young hustlers. As long as the mountain is busy tearing itself apart, it cannot speak with one voice. And when the mountain is weak, it’s easy to rally the rest of the country against it.
Divide the base. Isolate it. Then rule over the ruins.
That’s the game. And it’s an old one.
Mt. Kenya is not tired of leadership it’s tired of manipulation. Tired of being reduced to voting machines, sacrificial lambs, and convenient scapegoats when things go wrong.
The mountain is waking up. And when it finally refuses to fight itself, the entire script collapses.
You don’t really understand this until you’ve had a few almosts
A few dates where the conversation was fine, the food was decent, they laughed at the right moments, you nodded, you smiled, you did all the human things, and then you went home and felt nothing. Not heartbreak. Not excitement. Just this blank, polite calm like you finished a meeting. You lay in bed at 00:26 scrolling for a little dopamine hit because the whole night didn’t land anywhere in your body
Or you meet someone who is objectively great on paper and your brain keeps trying to force it. They’re kind. They show up. They text back. They’re stable Your friends approve. And still, when you’re alone with them, something in you stays locked. You can’t explain it without sounding insane. “They’re perfect, I just… don’t feel it.” So you keep going for a while because you want to be normal and grateful and adult. Then one day you realize you’ve been living on a mild sedation. Not unhappy, not alive.
That’s when the math hits you.
Real connection is not common.
not even close
We talk about it like it should be easy because there are billions of people and apps and “put yourself out there” and a culture that makes love sound like a buffet. Pick someone. Swipe. Upgrade. Repeat. But genuine click is not about access. It’s about alignment. And alignment is rare in a way people don’t want to admit because it makes the world feel colder.
Think about what has to line up for it to happen
Two nervous systems that don’t trigger each other into shutdown.
Two senses of humor that match.
Two levels of intensity that don’t leave one person feeling chased and the other feeling abandoned.
Two life rhythms that can actually share air.
Two people who find each other at the same time in their lives, not one ready and the other half asleep.
Two sets of wounds that don’t hook into each other like velcro.
Two people whose idea of “home” is compatible.
That’s before you even get to attraction. Before you get to values. Before you get to sex. Before you get to the boring reality of laundry and bills and sickness and family and the way people change.
then add the fact that we are all walking around with invisible histories. Old loves. Old betrayals. Childhood stuff. Self-protection habits we pretend are personality traits. Half the time you’re not even meeting the person. You’re meeting the version of them they think will be safe to show.
when you genuinely click with someone, it feels like a miracle not because you’re dramatic, but because your body knows the odds.
It knows how many conversations you’ve had where you were translating yourself.
How many times you laughed a second late.
How many times you edited your excitement so you wouldn’t seem like too much.
How many times you didn’t say what you meant because you didn’t trust the room to hold it.
Then one day you say something stupidly specific, like a childhood memory nobody else cares about, and they don’t just listen - they light up. They understand the joke inside it. They catch the tone behind the words. They respond like they’ve been waiting for that exact frequency.
That moment is fragile in a way people don’t respect.
Because it’s not just “we get along.” It’s “my nervous system recognizes yours.”
And you can lose it so easily. Not always through some dramatic betrayal. Sometimes just through timing. Distance. Life getting heavy. People getting scared. Someone’s depression turning them into fog. Someone’s ambition turning them into absence. One bad season where you stop choosing each other and start surviving side by side. It doesn’t take a villain. It just takes neglect, which is so much more common.
That’s why connection is beautiful. Not because it’s poetic.
Because THIS improbable
@ntvkenya ..together with Uhuru..I like the sound of that. It confirms responsibility for both the bad and Good during Uhuru's tenure. No more room to reserve the negative for Uhuru alone.
The lonely end of a good man.
He built the house everyone envies.
Walls thick, roof expensive, comfort everywhere.
But peace never moved in.
Men don’t collapse from poverty alone.
They collapse from noise, pressure, expectations and never being allowed to rest.
You can give her everything.
Provide, protect, sacrifice, build.
And still feel like a stranger in the very home you paid for.
A man will endure hunger.
He will endure hardship.
But prolonged unrest drains him quietly, until one day he’s gone.
RIP to our beloved brother, May your soul find the peace this house never gave you!