~God chaser.
~I love my personality type
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It’s probably my job to tell you life isn’t fair, but I figure you already know that. So instead, I’ll tell you that hope is precious, and your right not to give up... happy 2025.
Fuck Ruto
Fuck his wife
Fuck their Children
Fuck their unborn children
As a matter of fact fuck anyone who was in that wedding
That family has done enough damage to kenyans for me to separate them from their doings
And if you think I'm wrong, fuck you too!!
I think the most painful part about fighting for change is watching people you genuinely believed were part of the movement slowly water it down, shake hands with murderers, laugh with them, sit comfortably around the very oppressors they once condemned, then come back with all sorts of explanations and excuses for why they were there, why it was necessary and why we shouldn’t read too much into it. And you’re left wondering, was any of this ever real, or were some of these people simply well calculated psyops from the very beginning?
And then you find yourself asking an even harder question, are the lives we lost not personal to you? Because for some of us, they are. We remember the young people who lost their lives fighting for a better country, the families that had to bury their children, the blood that was spilled, and maybe that’s why it’s so difficult to understand how someone who stood beside you through all of that can suddenly sit comfortably, laugh and shake hands with the very people we were fighting against 🥹
And somewhere along the way, you begin to understand why people like Patrice Lumumba, Dedan Kimathi, Thomas Sankara and so many other African heroes were killed so brutally. It wasn’t always because they didn’t have people around them. Many did. The problem was that some of the very people they believed they were fighting alongside had already sold out long before the fight was over.
Perhaps that is one of the hardest truths about fighting for change, eventually you realise that people really do have a price. Politics is indeed a dirty game, and I have a feeling 2027 will expose even more about people’s character.
But I really hope the few who genuinely believe in change don’t give up. Is it easy? Absolutely not. But I believe there is something deeply fulfilling about knowing that even if you died today, you never sold out, never shook hands with murderers and never became comfortable with people who have blood on their hands simply because they offered you money, access or power. Does that make you a hero? Absolutely not. It simply means you remained honest about what you stood for.
And eventually, when money no longer matters, when power no longer matters and when all the noise has died down, I think being able to live with yourself knowing you never betrayed what you believed in is what will matter most.
WANTAM!
Akina Kaluma na Gladys Wanga wameanza vitisho ati mtu asikanyage Homabay next weekend
Watu wavue masuruali na wapake spirit kwa haga sindano inakuja 💉
WANTAM IS REAL
Call it jealousy, call it hatred, call it whatever, my hatred for that family will forever be constant...families have suffered and cried because of them halafu mko hapa mnajifanya, big nonsense...
I drove by State House today. There was a white hen and a black cockerel racing on the grass lawn immediately after the main gate. You see, these members of our family can only reside on the ground floor. There will be signs indeed.
Central Kenya is more developed because they hold their leaders accountable, not because we’ve had Kikuyu presidents. Kalenjins had Moi for 24 years and Baringo is one of the worst counties; we have Ruto who has done absolutely nothing.