Senator Osotsi paints a clear picture of the political gimmicks the government is employing in Western Kenya. At this rate, wataanza kupelekea watu meli, mattresses na hata vitanda 🙊
When will the deductions from workers' payslips stop?
Was this levy meant to be a temporary intervention to finance a housing programme, or has it quietly become a permanent tax on employment? Kenyans deserve a clear timeline, not endless deductions.
We must bring to a stop an administration that is burdening wananchi with the high cost of living. Voting for Kenya Kwanza on August 9 means voting for affordable prices of fuel, food, among other basic commodities.
KTN issues an open letter to President Ruto, urging him to honor his 2022 campaign promises and address the growing gap between his pledges of relief and the burdens citizens now endure.
#KTNPrime
We must bring to a stop an administration that is burdening wananchi with the high cost of living. Voting for Kenya Kwanza on August 9 means voting for affordable prices of fuel, food, among other basic commodities.
William Ruto 'went for broke' in 2022 and very nearly went broke. Had it not been for some timely intervention from Minnesota, he would have grounded some of his choppers towards election day. Three short years down the line the Husler-in-Chief now literally owns Kenya. With extensive personal, prospective and proxy commercial interests in SHA, ECITIZEN, Safaricom, Nation Media, KPC, KICC, JKIA, KPA, etc William Ruto is today one of the richest men in Africa if not the world. The only problem with this is the fact that his meteoric fortune has not been acquired through innovation or industry but at the expense of poor struggling overtaxed Kenyans and a battered economy. You, fellow Kenyans, are funding and financing one man's legendary obsessive personal ambition and unbridled greed. This has got to be the greatest Mchanga in history. MUST GO MUST GO
#RutoMustGo
William Ruto asking Kenyans for more years to “streamline SHA” is not leadership it’s an insult.
This man did not fall from the sky yesterday. He was Deputy President for 10 solid years.
Ten years sitting at the center of power. Ten years in Cabinet. Ten years approving budgets, policies, and systems. Now he wants to pretend he just discovered governance?
That is either gross incompetence or calculated dishonesty. Pick one.
If SHA needed streamlining, why wasn’t it fixed when it we still had NHIF ?
If healthcare needed reform, why wait until people are dying, hospitals collapsing, and workers striking?
If systems take time, what exactly was he doing for a decade campaigning, lying, or looting?
A leader with priorities would fix health, food, education, and cost of living first.
Ruto’s priorities are elsewhere:
Endless foreign travel
Church politics and public prayers instead of policy
Propaganda, blame-shifting, and threats
Taxing hustlers while protecting cartels
You don’t ask for more time when you’ve already had 15 years at the top of government.
You ask for more time when you are new. Ruto is not new. He is worn out.
Kenya does not suffer from lack of time.
Kenya suffers from lack of honest leadership.
Ruto is not unable to deliver he has chosen not to.
He is not confused he is deliberate.
He is not overwhelmed he is exposed.
Kenyans must stop listening to sweet words and start counting results.
No hospitals fixed.
No cost of living relief.
No dignity for workers.
Only excuses.
A man who failed with power will fail again with more power.
Anyone asking for more years after failing this badly is not asking for trust he’s asking for permission to continue failing.
Kenyans should open their eyes.
This is lies recycled as hope.
Junet is innocent. Uhuru wanted Raila to LOSE in 2022. And the architect of this FAILURE was Matiangi. I was there. I saw it. STRATEGY: Use Baba as a Decoy in 2022, but give Ruto the Presidency for 10 years! Then in 2032, make Matiangi President. No opposition. This was the PLAN
Jirongo azikwe na touch. Ikizima izime na mtu. Shida iko wapi?
Why are some people afraid of this touch?
Infact I will come with my own touch!
Kenya needs a renaissance
THE LONELY END OF A GOOD MAN.
This is the Story of My Friend, Moses Kinuthia, my campus buddy.
Since he has allowed me to share. We were in JKUAT together. Young. Loud. Brilliant.
Full of plans about the future and how we would conquer the world.
Today, Moses is an IT Director at one of the leading commercial banks in the country.
On paper, he is the definition of success.
A man who did everything right.
A man who climbed every rung through discipline and sacrifice.
But this is the part nobody sees.
His day starts before the sun.
He leaves home quietly at 5:20 AM, careful not to wake anyone.
The children are asleep.
His wife barely turns.
Moses tiptoes around the house he pays for, moving like a visitor in the place he built.
He gets to work before everyone because that is where his life makes sense.
At the office, doors open.
People greet him with respect.
Colleagues seek his advice.
Managers rely on him.
In that building, Moses still exists.
But in the house he returns to every evening, he has become a ghost.
When he gets home, the living room is always full kids watching shows, his wife on the phone, her sister in law using the TV.
There is never a seat left for him.
Never a moment that feels like his.
So Moses has learned a ritual.
He walks to his car, closes the door gently, leans the seat back and watches the 7PM news on his phone.
Sometimes he sits there long after the news ends, just staring at the roof of the car, breathing slowly, trying to feel human again.
When there is a football match, he connects his phone to the car speakers.
He used to shout at the TV with joy once, now he celebrates in silence, alone in the driveway, like a boy hiding with stolen sugarcane.
Inside the house, nobody asks where he is.
Nobody wonders why he eats dinner late.
Nobody notices that he spends more time in the car than in his own living room.
His 13–year–old son, the one he dreamt of bonding with, is always locked away in his room gaming.
The gaming console Moses bought — hoping for father–son weekends is still in its box.
His wife said the cables “make the house look untidy.”
So the box stays on the top shelf.
And the distance between father and son grows quietly, day by day.
Weekends are no different.
On Saturdays, Moses sometimes walks into a house full of chama ladies sipping tea, laughing loudly.
He greets them, forces a smile and walks back out before he blocks the doorway.
He strolls around the estate until his feet ache.
He listens to the sounds of other families in their living rooms; laughter, loud TV, playful arguments things he does not remember the last time he experienced.
When he finally returns at dusk, his younger daughter is watching cartoons on the bedroom TV.
The only other TV is in use.
So Moses sits on the edge of his bed, watching highlights on his phone, pretending he is fine.
Bills keep coming.
The mortgage letter.
The water disconnection threat.
The residents association notice.
Security warnings.
School fees.
Everyone depends on him.
Nobody checks on him.
Yet he never complains.
Because he believes a man must carry the weight silent and steady.
But silence has a cost.
Last month, he told me something that broke me.
“Bro, I feel like I’m disappearing in slow motion. I am alive, but I don’t think anyone would notice if I stopped showing up.”
This is the lonely end of a good man.
A man who gave everything.
A man who showed up every day.
A man who traded his youth, his rest, his hobbies and his peace for his family.
And somehow, without doing anything wrong, he became invisible in the story of his own life.
He is not hated.
He is not mistreated.
He is simply used and unseen which is sometimes worse.
He sits in his car after work because it is the only place he feels the world pause long enough for him to breathe.
He eats alone.
He celebrates alone.
He stresses alone.
He survives alone.
Not because he failed as a man but because good men often fade in the very homes they built