How Weak Men Come About
It starts at home. The household is rich and civilized, and that is often understood as a sophisticated softness and smoothness. Feminine values take over. The mother rules at home and can afford to give her boy everything: to fulfil his every whim, to do everything for him. And so she does. With one child per family, it is often six adults – two parents, four grandparents – serving one boy. So the boy gets everything, for free, and immediately. He never takes the marshmallow test, because there is never anything to wait for. He never fails, because no one lets him. A boy becomes a man by meeting resistance, and his home has removed all of it.
And where is the father? Sometimes gone after a divorce, a weekend visitor. But even when he stays, he is gone. He leaves in the morning for abstract work the boy cannot see or relate to: meetings, emails, a screen. For thousands of years, a boy watched his father work, then worked beside him, then took over. He learned from older men by doing, and one day they told him: now you are a man. That apprenticeship has disappeared, and nobody ever tells him.
Then come the group dynamics at school. If the majority of boys already start like that, it becomes a self-reinforcing behavioral norm. Boys want to belong, so they all act soft. The one who wants to stay strong ends up alone, and loses. The predominantly female teaching staff reinforces it. The men teachers, a small minority, end up dominated by the feminine atmosphere of the school. There are no trees to climb and no fights to settle – the playground is padded. Competition becomes suspect, risk becomes a safety violation, and the restless boy who once got a football field now gets a diagnosis. The leftist curriculum only adds to that, teaching the boy that his strength is a problem to be managed.
Meanwhile the screen gives him everything a man used to fight for, for free. Video games give victory without a fight. Porn gives sex without courting a woman. Likes give status without achieving anything. Why pay the real price when the fake one costs nothing? So he doesn’t.
Then the leftist academia finishes him off. Three more years of learning that the men who built his civilization were oppressors, and that the right answer is always the softest one.
Then the HR-dominated corporate world simply keeps him that way. Promotion goes to whoever offends no one. The man who says the plan is bad is "not a team player". What school started, the office maintains for forty years.
The propaganda reinforces every mechanism along the way. In films, sitcoms and ads, the father is the idiot whom the wife and kids correct, and strength is either a joke or a threat. The boy learns early what a man is supposed to be.
And at the end, the state takes the last role he had left. It provides for the mother, so the provider becomes unnecessary. A man nobody needs has no reason to be strong.
And so it goes. Our men end up weak. This is not because they were born weak. It is because every institution they passed through rewarded softness and punished strength, from the first toy to the last performance review.
That is why we are being conquered by Muslims who laugh at us, seeing all of that.
The day you become broke you will realise you were alone.
Please refuse to entertain jokers and mediocre people around you.
The people you compromise your values to please will not be there when you are struggling.
Let people call you names, but don't lower your standards.
Be hard on yourself.
Be rebellious.
Don't accept what the masses have "normalised."
The threshold of normality is so low nowadays. Don't let it become your standard.
People today have normalised mediocrity, feelings, incompetence, dishonesty, victimhood, lies and shortcuts.
They know how to gaslight you when they can't compromise your belief system.
Build a tamper-proof belief system that can't be compromised.
Have high standards and remain FIRM, FOCUSED and FAITHFUL.
If you are an alcoholic, plan to avoid alcohol and alcohol events for 3 months.
All those so-called friends will disappear.
Or get broke, or jailed, or sick,
You won't see them.
That should be a wake-up call to stop drinking.
Alcohol is bad. No friends. Just pests.
Hospitals should NOT have "Customer Service Week."
Patients are NOT customers.
Customers have a choice:
• Patients are sick, they don't have a choice.
Customers are buying goods or services to fulfil their needs/wants;
• Patients are looking for a shelter (hospes) to heal from ill health, morbidity or infirmity.
#BetterTogether
Men,
A true barbershop plays roots reggae music.
Or hardcore rap music.
Or Congolese rhumba music.
A barbershop that plays soy & simp music like RNB & Bongo is a salon.
- A salon for soy men.
#MasculinitySaturday
PLO Lumumba: Look at the Dangote refinery that is being built; we are bringing in professional engineers from India.
Our universities have become worse over the years.
We have become certificate and degree conferring institutions
#ThePeoplesBreakfast#HomeOfHardTruths@ProfPLOLumumba@ctmuga & @mungalambuvi
Figures of speech that the average person can't understand,
• Irony
• Satire
• Sarcasm
• Humour
• Metaphor
• Hyperbole
Use them regularly to winnow low-IQ chaff from your life.
These can help you differentiate authentic people from cosmetic friends.
The truth is that,
Kenya is NOT dying because of a lack of resources,
Kenya is dying because of rot in values.
Debt without discipline,
Family without fathers,
Food without sovereignty,
Health without responsibility,
Education without wisdom.
These are the five malignant diseases eating our country and dimming the future of our nation.
We must stand up and defend the future of our nation!
EDUCATION: The Factory of the Unemployed.
We have confused schooling with education.
Our children spend years memorizing facts, not mastering life.
We produce graduates who can quote theory but cannot create solutions.
We teach obedience and not originality.
We pursue credentials and not competence.
Every graduation ceremony is another reminder that we are manufacturing degrees faster than we are manufacturing ideas.
HEALTH: The Nation of the Sick.
Hospitals are full, yet health is absent.
We celebrate new cancer centres while ignoring the lifestyles that cause cancer.
Our people are dying from sugar, obesity, stress, and indiscipline.
Kenyans are dying from diseases of comfort and neglect.
Men are collapsing before 40, women are dying in childbirth, and our youth are medicating anxiety with drugs.
We have built a health industry, not a healthy society.
Kenya is a sick nation pretending to be modern.
FOOD: The Death of Sovereignty.
Kenya imports what it can grow.
We have fertile land but empty granaries, hard workers but lazy systems.
70% of Kenyans live in rural areas, yet 85% of the food they eat is bought!
We abandoned our soil for supermarkets and our hoes for handouts.
A nation that cannot feed itself has already surrendered its freedom.
We now depend on foreign farmers to feed our children, which is humiliation disguised as global trade.
Last year July, I met Jirongo. We sat at Cedars, Lenana Road.
I expressed my disappointment with the elusive Luhya unity and the constant competition amongst Luhya siblings.
I then met Governor Natembeya somewhere in Karen. At the time, he was enjoying national attention with his Tawe slogan.
He was with Caleb Hamisi. I told the Governor that I am volunteering to unite him with Eugene and Jirongo, and also see it that through Eugene and Jirongo's parties, a union of ideas can be born.
At the time, Malava by-election campaigns were ongoing, and Panyako was running on Jirongo's party.
I then met Jirongo the next day at Kiprono Kittony's Sirwo Coffee Restaurant in Lavington.
He agreed to meet the Governor and then Eugene Wamalwa to unite them, so that they don't fall out.
We agreed that I should spearhead talks with younger Luhya politicians like Malala, Hamisi and Sifuna, then, together with Eugene, we would meet Mzee Atwoli, who would take us to Oparanya, Wetangula, and Musalia.
He also tasked me with meeting Governor Fernandes, so he would agree to end the conflicts between him, Nabii Nabwera, and Oparanya.
Our goal was for these Luhya politicians to discard political differences and start speaking for the M'baluhya.
Our other goal was for the older generation of Luhya politicians like Musalia and Gumo to support and mentor the younger ones.
From Busia to Busali, from Likuyani to Nyang'ori, from Kitale to Luanda, every corner of Luhya land would be speaking with one voice.
After the meeting, he called Panyako to follow up on Malava's campaign.
All was well.
He then said he was travelling to Libya and would be back in October.
We parted ways amicably, and I travelled back to Western.
A few days later, I saw Panyako with Natembeya, and I thought Jirongo had chosen not to field a candidate.
CJ was later disappointed that Panyako abandoned the party even after being funded to run on it.
Then Malala and DCP also dropped from the race, and I thought Jirongo had talked to him, as this was our behind-the-scenes discussion.
Since CJ had left, I chose to focus on other things.
On October 15th at around 6 am, I saw CJ's call and knew he was setting up another meeting, only for him to break the news of Baba's death.
This therefore meant we would wait. He set up a meeting in January 2026 because after the Funeral, there would be so much happening like by-elections in Malava, and then Christmas holidays.
"Amerix, we don't have time. If we don't unite these politicians now that Baba has left us, we shall be scattered," he said.
Unfortunately, CJ lost his life, on 13th December.
It was so devastating. A sad loss.
Now, when I see Caleb, Natembeya, and Eugene bickering, I get so disappointed.
Caleb has his party. Natembeya has taken CJ's party. Eugene has his party.
Even the fact that Kalonzo has ring-fenced "Ukombozi" yet Natembeya had all the time to amend Jirongo's party makes me wonder if Luhya political leaders are strategic and intelligent.
Political success requires strategy, cunning, Machiavellianism, persuasion, give-and-take and ruthless pursuit of goals, not just slogans and rallies.
Luhya politicians appear clueless, disorganized and and jealous of each other.
No one wants to see the other reach the top political summit.
Please, Abaluhya politicians, put aside your egotistical differences and work for the M'baluhya.
You will never attract meaningful collaboration if your house is divided.
Luhyas are stranded.
It is embarrassing.
I want to restart the journey of talking to these politicians.
Change or Perish.