Discharge of inadequately treated/ toxic effluent into river kibos which drains into Lake Vctoria . Why are authorities allowing these sugar factories being allowed to endanger peoples lives .
To @DCI_Kenya Kenya and @Safaricom_Care ,
I am reporting what appears to be organized criminal activity taking place along the Karatina route this morning.
Multiple road barriers had been set up by rowdy youths who were stopping private vehicles, demanding money, and intimidating motorists. In order to pass safely, I was forced to send money electronically and give out cash at several points. So far this morning, I have lost over KSh 9,000.
Attached are screenshots of some of the transactions and the phone number(s) used. I attempted to reverse the transactions but was unable to do so.
From what I witnessed, motorists who did not have cash or were unable to comply risked vehicle damage, including broken side mirrors, stoning, and theft. I personally encountered around 7 barriers.
I kindly request @DCI_Kenya and @Safaricom_Care@SafaricomPLC to urgently investigate these numbers and transactions. This appears to be organized criminal activity targeting motorists.
Please follow up on the attached number(s) and transaction details.
Thank you.
About 10 years ago the World Bank regretted advising African governments to privatize education. It shifted to recommending investment in human development.
Unfortunately, African governments had forgotten how to pursue quality education - after decades of following such advice.
Now the instinct is to do what they have been doing.
Once you know they have gotten accustomed to your advice, tell them you were wrong and they don’t know how to right the ship.
A 22-storey building under construction in Westlands has partially collapsed, leaving workers trapped.
Response teams remain on site conducting search and rescue operations.
More updates to follow.
The burial of Bill will take place on January 31st at Kadiju Village, Kisumu. However, we remain deeply pained because the suspect has not been arrested and justice has not been served.
Our fight for justice continues until accountability is achieved.
Power.
#JusticeForBillKaund
The vehicle KDU 122Y of Mr. Abdi Kafar Sheikh hit and killed our fellow medic Dr. Bill Kaunda who was walking on the pedestrian lane, We are seeking justice for the late Bill following the release of the suspect, vehicle and no action taken towards the case. #justiceforBillKaunda
Former poor people turned billionaires and advisors designed this new university funding model to stop new poor people from the imagination of ever making it through education. They have kicked away that ladder in style.
From the skills gained by building the SGR, right now we should be having small companies building private inter-county railways.
Or what is skill transfer?
Man, I don't have much to say lately. It's a chaotic world. The poor marry, so do the rich. Some die, some are born. I ate meat, I ate veggies. I lost my job, but I got another. And I love it in nature, man. The ocean, the trees: they do something to me, man.
And when I am running, the wind feels like therapy in my face. I also concluded that I have no type, no mechanical standards with people: everybody is an experience. A book I unravel. There are times I wished the novel would go on forever, but I guess I am no life's author: I am only a reader. I can only exist in the moment. Not focus too much on the ending.
There are women I thought I would marry, man. And I loved holding their hands, kissing their foreheads. But I guess it was never meant to be. And it is sad, but it's life, man. That's the joy of it. To feel with abandon. Then heal just as resolutely.
I used to believe I was entirely good. But I got blocked for the first time this year, so I guess I can't be all that. When I tell my stories, I am an angel and rainbow, but I must have hurt people in my past, and I guess I am a little heartbroken by it. I wanted to be perfect. And I always meant well but intentions never count when we hurt people, do they?
And I want to live with the rules, man. But they are so exhausting. Do this, and do that and they still don't guarantee shit. Because after all of it, I am still going to die. You could do everything right, and still lose. And that's just how it is. That's just how it is.
So I guess my only rule is living for now. I will be more pessimistic when I give up. But I have hope still. I see myself with a nice house somewhere with a lot of trees, man. Someone I will wake up to and call "baby". I mean it's stupid when you think it up, but what's the alternative, man? Wake up to a fucking cactus in a pot in my 40s?! Call a cat "honey"?
And my friends look at me and say,"you are too white, brother". Too romantic for life. But I am not the one chasing emptiness with gin. Night after night with nothing to show for it, except bland tales about the pretty girl at the bar, and the big boys that spend cash like it's water. Knowing everything about everyone except ourselves. Chasing everything but us, man. Living vicariously through others, delegating our existence to another. Like a man who has love at home, but won't stop lamenting doomed love. Parroting hell for relevance until he becomes the statistic he spoke into life.
And why must it always be investment. Can't even spend my money in peace. Everybody is preaching and the gospel is all stacking it up. But I saw a local dude in some torn shorts, with his wife and kids in Lamu, laughing to their last teeth by the beach. I mean it's not much, and it could be better. But it's not nothing. Right? We are not going to be dollar millionaires, and I guess that's fine, man. We don't have to be to live life. Most of us won't. But we can still be loved. We can still eat and drink. And that's what they call living, man. So I don't want to talk about the latest cars and flashiest watches. I will settle for the occasional laughter God sends my way.
Until I have lost the light in me, then I will join you. But for now, I want to live. I want to wake up with some excitement. I want to exercise, man. I want to dream. I can't be mechanical about it. I am not a car. Just another dude, who a million years from now won't mean shit. But I've got to live. I've got to live.
I am a father in distress. My sons, Kwame Jamari Oduor and Tafari Zane Oduor, were taken under the pretense of a grandfather visit. I suspect they are being trafficked to Australia without my consent.
Hello guys! For more than four years now, every time I’ve come here with a plea, we have come together and made the impossible happen. From floods, to burying protesters, to raising millions of shillings for families in crisis ,there has never been a single request that this community has not carried with me. And today, I’m coming again, humbly, with a situation that has truly broken me.
A while back, I mentioned a boy from Korogocho who had missed months of school because his family couldn’t afford fees. When I shared that here, 50 of you immediately stepped up to sponsor children back to school. That same boy’s situation is much worse than we knew. His mother is living with the effects of a stroke, one of his sisters is living with disability and needs constant care, their father is completely absent, and the only person holding that home together is a young girl who is still in high school.
When I visited them and saw how they are living, wallahi my heart sank. They all share one mattress in a single room. The pictures below show exactly what I saw and I genuinely believe we can change this within a week.
My goal is to Move them into a two-bedroom house. Find one volunteer willing to cover their rent monthly directly to the landlord which is less than 10,000 KES and help them get a few basic household items so they can live with dignity.
This family is suffering in ways that no one should have to endure. If you’re able to support, please send your contribution to 0769518054. Even the smallest amount will help us get them out of that room and into a safer, healthier space as soon as possible.
Thank you, truly. Every day I’m in awe of the kindness, generosity, and humanity in this community. May Allah bless each one of you for always showing up.