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[💞💞 @Lynjeri21]

@GunnerPuls Rodri

[George T. Diano @georgediano]

What you see in Busia is an organic ODM crowd, with little to no orange branded merchandise. The opposition wing of ODM leaders led by Edwin Sifuna, Babu Owino, Siaya Governor James Orengo, Saboti MP Caleb Amisi, and Vihiga Senator Godfrey Osotsi, among others, represents the real ODM. Ruto has co-opted a semi-literate wing of ODM that is now largely driven by opportunism rather than principle. Now wait & See Oketch Salad orphans with their pedestrian thinking trying to discredit the founding members of ODM.

[George T. Diano @georgediano]

One day, I made the difficult decision to walk away from my matrimonial home in pursuit of mental peace. I moved into an Airbnb with nothing but a profound sense of emptiness. Today marks exactly one year since that moment, and I am grateful to God for how far I have come. I chose to rebuild my life from the ground up.

To any man facing challenges in his matrimonial home,, do not be afraid to let go and begin afresh when your well-being is at stake. I now live a genuinely fulfilling life. I spend quality time with my children on weekends and occasionally visit them at school during weekdays.

Their mother and I have maintained a cordial co-parenting relationship, which has made the journey healthier and easier for both of us. You see that thing called Mareej,,, Ogopa Nani!!

[Weeh Mzee™ @weehmzeee]

Mtoto wa bro ananiita ankle na mimi na muita knees

Hio ndio joint family 😂

[Simons @Simon_Ingari]

Boss: “You arrived 10 minutes late.”

Employee: “Yesterday I stayed late finishing that last-minute report.”

Boss: “I understand… but rules are rules.”

The next day, the employee arrived exactly on time.

And at 5:00 p.m. sharp, shut down the computer.
No extra emails. No work taken home.

If punctuality is non-negotiable, then effort must have boundaries too.
Recognition cannot be one-sided.

When mistakes are highlighted but dedication is ignored, the real message becomes clear:
“Do only what’s required. Nothing more.”

Empathy costs nothing.
The absence of it? That can cost you everything—especially your best people.

[💞💞 @Lynjeri21]

@zoomafrika1 They are 'Nguya' in Kikuyu ,Kenya .

[Cheruyot k Raymond @raymondkipkemoi]

@KaberiaCommoner A hungry man can’t afford principles. Poverty creates compromise. Power keeps citizens broke because empty stomachs negotiate fast.
Esau sold his birthright because he was hungry, not evil. Poverty kills ideology. Economic independence is political independence.

[George Njoroge @georgenjoroge_]

This is my friend, James Njuguna Kamau.

He started life with discipline stitched into his bones.
Kingeero Primary.
Alliance high school.
Top of his class every single time.

He graduated with first-class honors in Engineering at the University of Nairobi in 1967, then finished a PhD long before his peers even wrapped up their Masters.

He never smoked.
Never touched alcohol.
Never chased scandal of women.
Never stained his name.

He chose one woman.
Married her.
Stayed faithful to her for life.

He raised four brilliant children and sent all of them to the Ivy Leagues on merit, doors he opened with sacrifice, late nights, quiet work and money he never spent on himself.

He gave them the life he never had.
And they took it.
And they went abroad.
And they stayed there.

Now he is in his seventies.
A well respected professor.
A man who shaped generations.
But in the house he built with his wife, he is a ghost moving from room to room.

He stood in his kitchen today, staring at raw chicken, trying to remember how chicken tikka is made.
Because he’s alone.
Utterly alone.

His wife left four years ago to “help their daughter” in Melbourne after childbirth.
Routine visit, she said.
She never came back.

She now belongs to the children.
Birthdays are FaceTime calls.
Anniversaries reduced to emojis in group chats.
Her body is abroad.
Her heart left long before her flight.

And this man who lived right, loved right, did right, has been abandoned without ever doing anything wrong.
A bachelor again.
Not by sin.
Not by choice.
But by quiet, creeping neglect from the very people he built his world around.

This is the lonely end of a good man.

A man who never cheated.
Never strayed.
Never hurt anyone.
A man who believed that doing everything by the book would protect him in old age.

Yet here he stands:
Alone.
Heartbroken.
Still loyal to a woman who forgot to come home.

And the saddest part?

His story is not rare. This is the silent fate of many “good men”, men who poured themselves out until nothing was left for them.

So the hard questions linger:

If he was a polygamist… would at least one wife have stayed?

If he built stronger friendships, social circles, a life outside the family… would the silence be softer?

If he had someone, anyone, who checked in on him the way he checked in on everyone else… would he feel this invisible?

If he had lived even 20% for himself… would this ending still look this cruel?

This is not an invitation to abandon virtue.
It’s a plea to balance it.
Because loyalty is beautiful.
But loneliness is unforgiving.

And love, when it stops being mutual in old age, becomes a slow, quiet heartbreak that medicine can’t treat and time can’t fix.

To every man reading this:

How do we avoid ending up like this?

What systems, friendships and self-preserving habits must we build now so that at 75, we are not standing over a lonely kitchen counter, whispering to ourselves, “Where did everyone go?”

Because in 2025, being a good man is no longer enough.
Not by itself.
Not anymore.

[Maverick Aoko @AokoOtieno_]

I've never been more embarrassed on behalf of grown men

[Timothy Turunga @timothyturunga]

The professor loved good food, fine suits, and quiet company this three luxuries that politics rarely allowed. But on February 13, 1990, his lunch carried both spices and death. And it happened in his favorite Indian meal at an exclusive restaurant in Muthaiga

They say betrayal doesn’t always come with a gun; sometimes, it comes garnished with coriander and served warm on a porcelain plate. Professor George Saitoti, Kenya’s most loyal Vice-President, ate it unsuspectingly and history took a dark turn.

What he didn’t know was that the night before, Dr. Robert Ouko, his Cabinet colleague and friend, had been murdered, burnt, and dumped in Koru’s Got Alila. And now no one noticed when the country’s second most powerful man started collapsing from his own slow death.

President Moi later murmured, almost like a man confessing to God after mass, that “those who killed Ouko also poisoned Saitoti.”

In politics, Saitoti was the quiet sheep in a pen full of wolves. He trusted only three men Michael ole Tanju, Joshua Tonkei, and a mysterious figure known in Kajiado as “Sultan”, who guarded him like a bodyguard and prophet combined. Even his chapati needed their clearance before it reached his plate.

His only outside confidant? A certain young businessman called Jimi Wanjigi whose political shadow was just beginning to stretch across Kenya’s skyline. After the poisoning, Saitoti swore never to eat outside again unless it was at Kwacha House, under Wanjigi’s discreet watch.

For months, the Vice-President was treated secretly in his Lavington home, his skin peeling, his breath weak. The family feared the killers might finish what the soup had started. No newspaper wrote it, in those days, some deaths were not allowed to trend.

Saitoti had already stepped deep into the Goldenberg swamp, a shiny scandal that blinded even the clever. Kamlesh Pattni played the mask, but Saitoti was the mathematician who approved the equation.

He had solved for x and found that x = survival.

To stay alive politically, he sang Moi’s praises like hymns in a burning church. He was loyal not out of love, but out of fear

But Moi was a man who loved drama. In March 2002, during the grand Kanu-NDP merger, Saitoti walked into Kasarani expecting a crown only to discover that his name had been erased from the list like a sinner’s in Revelation.

When he protested, Moi thundered: “Kinyu, Professor! If your name is not there, it is not there!”

The crowd went silent. Power had spoken, and it spoke with cruelty.

Humiliated but burning with dignity, he took the microphone and delivered his immortal line:

“There comes a time when the nation is more important than an individual.”

Those who heard him that day say he looked like a man who had just seen the future and it wasn’t his.

From that day, he knew Moi’s prophecy: “Friendship and leadership are different things.” It was the softest way to tell a man that his dreams were dead.

Saitoti eventually broke ranks, joined Kibaki, and helped bring the Nyayo era to its knees. But fate wasn’t done with him. The man who had survived poison would later perish in a helicopter crash.

HIstory documents that 'the system' lives on, sipping tea, unbothered. When we get time we shall tell his death story maybe tomorrow...

For more #HistoryKE follow @timothyturunga

[Ja telo ™ @_juma_o]

Marriage life ain't for everyone, back in 2014 I happen to marry this girl from Nanyuki but we only lasted for 3 years. Love was sweet but I was seeing bad things, so we decided to give it a break.. the funny thing is that the girl refused to leave instead she insisted on staying.

One night I came back home late after spending the night with my boys, to my surprise I found her waiting for me in the living room while sipping some wine. "Where were you and what time is it?" Those are the questions she asked. Told her I was out with friends.

[Maverick Aoko @AokoOtieno_]

So people were actually paid to kill the Movement yawa?

Jana sikuwa active, ndio naona hizi vitu

Ghai...! Mimi basi nitakufa masikini

Those they could not buy, they're busy arresting to sell us Fear

Kama ulikula Pesa na wenzako walimwaga Damu, ulaaniwe milele

Amina 🙏

[Maverick Aoko @AokoOtieno_]

Ruto amechosha hadi Watoto yawa?

Ile Revolt inakuja hapa mbele, even those cheap influencer sellouts will not handle

[💞💞 @Lynjeri21]

Petition to Cancel the Dutch Royals’ State Visit to Kenya: Stand for Human Rights - Sign the Petition! https://t.co/epW8rQceWO via @ChangeOrgKE

[Allek @AllekWest]

I've been here before siwezi taka kurudia tena

[Playboii✞︎ @maganjih__]

Unapata morio haongeangi lakini akiona manzi yako ndio anageuka Crazy kennar

[Thirsty Kipsoiwet 🇰🇪 🇳🇱 @Makiadi_]

Huku Kenya, Sunday huwa the official “Father’s Day,”where Baby Daddies are allowed to have a “glimpse” of their offspring momentarily before being whisked away by a suspicious mother. In a world where women are steadily rising economically and claiming the “national cake,” while men continue to live in denial, marriage unions are the first casualty as societal dynamics are destabilized.

Utawaona the “distracted Dads” kwa amusement parks, wakikimbiza watoto wacheze all available games to beat the curfew imposed by their now-estranged lover. After the short “decathlon,” the kids are hurriedly taken to a fast-food restaurant for their favorite food as he uses any window of opportunity to prove that he is a “present Dad.”

Saa hizo, she calls calls every 10 minutes to ensure the safety of her munchkins in the presence of a “stranger.” Every call ikiingia, they exchange pleasantries for a few seconds before she screams, “Hebu patia mtoto simu!”She will then ask them for a summary of the activities they have undertaken before ordering them, **“Hebu rudishia baba yenu simu!”

He will then be warned as she reads out a long list of foodstuffs that should not pass near the mouth of her angels, lest it stirs up a dangerous allergy mentioned by their doctor. This “monitoring and evaluation” continues until their time is up, as stipulated by their divorce agreement. She will then swoop in and snatch her precious offsprings away.

In a game where the child’s love is fought over like rare minerals, as she drives towards her middle-class apartment huko Uptown, she will remind the kids that their Dad is a deadbeat, unambitious man who doesn’t even pay their school fees, na wakumbuke she is their shield and defender. So the naive kids may grow up resenting their dad, in a society already starkly stacked against men.

Who will save the Boychild in this cruel, unforgiving world?

Mutyo sana!

[JaPrado. @Dr_AustinOmondi]

Alcoholism is such an expensive vice. It is cheaper to feed 10 gluttons than kulewesha walevi wawili. Honestly ulitaka kuishi cycle ya maskini be an alcoholic.

[The Government Critic 🇰🇪 @magwaz3]

Sikuhizi Kasongo ako mpaka kwa mawingu 😂

[Nelson Amenya @amenya_nelson]

Wacha alie hasira imtoke juu yeye akicheza draft na Jaba yake sisi tunacheza chess. 😂😂