Your KSh 1,000 in Feb 2019 now buys only KSh 670 in Feb 2026.
Kenya’s Consumer Price Index climbed from 100 in Feb 2019 to 149.20 in Feb 2026, meaning the average consumer basket now costs 49% more.
This translates to a 33% loss in purchasing power over six years.
Inflation eased recently, but price levels remain elevated, keeping pressure on food, rent, transport and school expenses as income growth trails cumulative inflation.
Typically, the first step in building a dashboard is writing queries to fetch the required metrics, then building the UI later. I don't yet have a clear picture of how the final layout will look like, but starting with the queries feels right. The UI can be refined later.
Instead of arguing about AI replacing Software Engineers, why don't we spend the time to build tools and platforms that provide real value to our communities and humanity at large, leveraging the AI. It has indeed made work easier. I believe that will be time well spent.
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.
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"We believe in a particular order not because it is objectively true, but because believing in it enable us to cooperate effectively and forge a better society."
"For who knows what is good for man while he lives the few days of his vain life, which he passes as a shadow? For who can tell a man what will be after him under the sun?"
Watching the news today, you could say everything was well planned out — from the events themselves to where they took place, all following the protest. You can see the major players stepping in and performing their parts. Work on the hearts and minds.