@Safaricom_Care Please conclude the conversation in the DM, with details and not vague answers.
I would be glad to see how transparent, honest, and reliable you are.
Hey @Safaricom_Care , it's been almost 24 hours, you haven't responded to the issue I raised in the DM. Is there something that was not clear so that the matter is resolved quickly?
On July 17, 2012, Martin Kirimi stood at the Namanga border post with his new wife, Mary Mwangi. They had married just three days earlier at Seagull Gardens, a bright Nairobi affair full of laughter. Their honeymoon had been planned with care. A ten-day escape to Zanzibar, delayed by a day for yellow fever vaccinations and mapped down to the last detail. Bus to Dar es Salaam, ferry to the island, return flights booked no risks and no shortcuts.
Before boarding the DA Express bus, Martin made one last call. They had arrived safely at the border, he said. He would buy a Tanzanian SIM card in Dar es Salaam and call again once they reached Zanzibar. That promise became the final sound of Martin Kirimi and Mary Mwangi while they were still alive.
The bus rolled south. By July 18, as their families in Kenya waited for the expected update, a different announcement interrupted the airwaves. The MV Skagit, a passenger ferry operating between Dar es Salaam and Zanzibar, had capsized in violent seas near Chumbe Island.
The early reports were confusing......more than 150 people were feared dead, many were missing, and rescue operations were overwhelmed by the weather. Names were not yet known. The ferry had gone down on the exact day Martin and Mary were scheduled to cross to Zanzibar. For their families, the coincidence was deadly.
Phones were checked obsessively and lists were scanned as hope shrank. Perhaps they had missed the ferry; perhaps they had arrived late. Perhaps, just perhaps. By the morning of July 19, the ocean began to answer. Fishermen working off Chumbe Island recovered a womanβs handbag drifting among the debris.
Inside, soaked but readable, was a Kenyan passport: Mary Mwangi, 26 years old. Not far away, another item surfaced. a clear plastic sleeve containing a wedding photograph taken days earlier. Martin Kirimi stood smiling, his arm wrapped around his bride. The Indian Ocean returned what it could. There would be no phone call from Zanzibar, no honeymoon photographs, and no anniversary stories.
Martinβs brother, James, flew to Tanzania and joined hundreds of other relatives gathered at a makeshift morgue in Zanzibar. James moved slowly along rows of bodies that the sea had stripped of identity, faces bloated, skin peeled back, features erased by water and time. He searched for his brotherβs face, Maryβs wedding band, or any stubborn human detail that might survive the ocean. He found nothing.
The ferryβs passenger manifest was an insult masquerading as documentation.... incomplete names, initials without surnames, and numbers that refused to add up. A list compiled with such negligence meant that Martin Kirimi and Mary Mwangi were not formally recorded among the passengers. On paper, they had never boarded.
The bus company confirmed the couple had safely disembarked in Dar es Salaam on the evening of July 17. Then, Dar es Salaam absorbed them completely. Their hotel in Zanzibar had no record of their arrival. No check-in, no luggage, no signatures. The couple had reached the mainland and then slipped into absence, as if the journey itself had quietly erased them.
As the search staggered on, a harsher truth surfaced: the MV Skagit had been allowed to kill. Originally built and operated in Washington State, USA, the ferry had been retired in 2006 after years of documented mechanical failures. American maritime authorities had been explicit in their final assessment... the vessel was unfit for open-ocean travel. Its aluminum hull was compromised, its stability questionable, and its lifespan exhausted.
The restrictions were unambiguous. The Skagit could carry a maximum of 148 passengers. It could only operate in calm waters. It was forbidden from sailing more than 20 miles from shore. The Dar es Salaam Zanzibar crossing is 45 miles of open ocean.1/2
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@mutethia_karuma On the other hand, this underscores the essence of transferring practical knowledge to new entrants. Seniors must take this a honorable responsibility to train attachees, interns, and graduates.
@mutethia_karuma This is very true. The 8-4-4 curriculum really focussed on much theory that there's a gap of what's taught in class vs what's there in practice. Also, the Theory bit is too wide and shallow. Does diploma cover these areas?
THE ASSOCIATION OF CONSULTING ENGINEERS OF KENYA (ACEK) STATEMENT ON THE PROPOSED DECLARATION TO DECLASSIFY AND
DEFUND THE ENGINEERS BOARD OF KENYA (EBK)
We are pleased to have hosted the Cabinet Secretary Ministry of Roads and Transport, Hon.Kipchumba Murkomen EGH and Eng. Joseph. M. Mbugua, CBS, the Principal Secretary, State Department of Roads, during the official opening of the 5th Engineering Partnerships Convention.
#DeKUT
Across the spectrum of professions, younger people, especially graduates, are locked out of the means to kickstart their careers. So they simply get degrees and then quickly do other blue collar stuff.
For many others in actuaries, engineering, etc there are a series of expensive and not available additional qualifications required before registration to practice.
For doctors, nurses and other health careers even after registration, it is almost impossible to begin a health ventures without huge capital outlay, overcoming regulatory barriers, business planning and management knowledge and importantly the need to build a career. Yet jobs are no where.
Migrating means additional near Kshs 1 million for exams and travels. Money, many canβt access. And where there are no exams, agencies are the new con game for young people and their families (Uasin Gishu).
This makes life for new graduates an imprisonment. Yet the narrative by most leaders and most media houses is that graduates do not have the market fit skills to get jobs - nonsense especially advanced by skewed research publications from the malicious institutions.
Young people are in an apartheid situation.
Seniour professionals who are meant to help them are fearing them. Most especially in law (from LSK campaigns) taking advantage to exploit their vulnerabilities proudly.
Beyond the protection of labour rights, doctors are keen to ensure the younger doctor does not become worse than they already are.
I handled very damaging scenarios of young girls whoβve worked hard all their lives in education only to end up being sexually abused by old men at County Public Service Boards.
Young men who carrying the hope of their communities have to die by depression when they are asked for 700,000/- bribes by CPSBs. Money that if they had, they would pay for US exams and migrate to be drs abroad.
These stories are heart breaking. And a country should not accept them.
Graduates are in apartheid treatment.
The drs have decided to protect their vulnerable. Every profession should follow suit.
Thatβs how we build a just country.