Who introduced this thing of National Prayer Breakfast held annually on the last Thursday of May in Kenya? Millions are wasted at this event at the Safari Park Hotel along Thika Road. How does this help Kenyans? Prayers alone don't lower the cost of living. Abolish that event.
@GraceVictoriaW1@MillicentOmanga I think we should choose her Because she sings Gospel SDA songs, at her front door home, i believe that should be enough..
Whilst presence is not submission - it's validation for your hosts that they are 'kosher' especially when your presence is positioned as a mantle piece. Optics without intent or impact is not progress, it's performance.
We will not forget that Gloria Orwoba was the first woman in this country to stand in Parliament and propose banning social media platforms, specifically X. She should not mislead the public her actions suggest that, if given power, she could be even worse than Adolf Hitler.
Dear Gloria Orwoba,
I still remember that day at Kamukunji Police Station with painful clarity. You came there as the complainant, after I called you out for supporting the Finance Bill 2024.
You looked me in the eye right there in front of the OCS and other officers and said, “William Ruto will be re-elected, and I do not need any of your votes in 2027. I will be nominated again.” Your words weren’t just confident they were dismissive, final, and laced with a kind of power that felt untouchable.
But it didn’t end there.
You went further far further than anyone should. You said, “I can orchestrate your poisoning, and you will die a slow death.” Those words have echoed in my mind ever since. They were not said in jest. They were cold, deliberate, and meant to instill fear. From that moment, trust disappeared completely. I stopped eating anything unless it came from my lawyer, or @MkenyaMzi or @edmondwabwire, because fear had already taken root.
And then came the instructions that followed. You told them to deny me bond. You told them to torture me. And they did. You may never fully grasp what that period did to me, but I live with its consequences every day. Even now, two years later, I am still treating illnesses that began during that time. My body remembers what happened, even if others choose to forget.
So when I hear that you can walk into a station and demand an apology, I cannot help but feel the weight of that irony. It is heavy. It is painful. It is, in many ways, incomprehensible.
I do not need an apology from you. Not because what happened was acceptable but because I understand what drove it. You were, in that moment, consumed by power. And power, when unchecked, can make people say and do things that reveal who they truly are.
But understand this: words and actions do not simply disappear. They linger. They settle. They shape lives. And while time may pass, accountability has a way of finding its moment quietly, steadily, and without force.
I carry my truth. And one day, in one way or another, it will speak for itself.