I came across this monologue on Instagram yesterday and the first thing I have to say is: it got me!!
I genuinely thought this was just a babe doing a GRWM while telling us the story of her ex-best friend.
And obviously, I wanted the tea😂.. We all love gossip, No?😭
If January me, met September me, they would not be able to handle how many plot twists were thrown my way.
From things I never saw coming to lessons I never thought I'd learn.
It's been a wild ride!
I met Dolly Parton once backstage at a concert. She was so incredibly gracious, warm, and kind to everyone. At one point, she leaned over to me and whispered "Ruto Must Go" Eternal rest to Dolly, she was such a darling and a legend!
Fraud is such a terrible thing, man. You’ll work hard for years, looking forward to retirement, only for someone to clear out your accounts overnight. I feel so bad for old people who have to suffer through things like that after spending their whole lives working.
Things just got awkward live on TV.
Opiyo Wandayi claimed they had agreed a deal with matatu operators to end the strike and even said there were no questions only for one of the matatu leaders to go live moments later and completely contradict him.
This is exactly the kind of courage Kenya needs.
Speak the truth publicly. Don’t let leaders rewrite reality while cameras are rolling.
#Rejectfuelprices matatu
A "small" 50 KSh increase on your daily commute adds up to 100 KSh a day. That’s 500 KSh a week, and over 2,000 KSh gone a month—just to get to the exact same job.
But employers aren't rushing to increase transport allowances
A coworker died yesterday morning😭.
HR knew by 9 :00 AM, but they kept us working all day. They finally told us around 4 :30 PM, then had the nerve to say, "You can head home early if you need to"—knowing we all finish at 5: 00 PM anyway.
This morning, it’s back to "business as usual." Some of my friends are literally sobbing at their desks, but they’re expected to work and be productive. No time to grieve.
It’s a cold reality. Within a week, the company will have his job posted online. Within a month, someone else will be sitting in his chair.
But his family ,his children will still talk about him every day,they will ask where is daddy , His wife will mourn him for ages ,he was the love of her life .
At work, we are just a "resource" that can be replaced in a week. At home, we are the world. Stop giving your best energy to a desk that will forget you, and giving the "leftovers" to the people who never will.