AL Sike🇰🇪

Believe

[Eric @amerix]

Men,

You can recover from financial loss,

You can recover from an illness,

But years spent with a chaotic woman are years you can never reclaim.

They are gone.

So, choose wisely.

#MasculinitySaturday

[Alinur Mohamed @AlinurMohamed_]

Don't say anything. Just repost.

[The Psychology Of Money @Psy_of_Money]

Bill Gates once said, “Success is a lousy teacher. It seduces smart people into thinking they can’t lose.”

- The Psychology of Money

[Eric @amerix]

BODA BODA industry is a menace.

It is a breeding ground for political thuggery and criminals.

It contributes to intentional & unintentional injuries that are killing young people.

Instead of taxing digital players, heavily tax the bodaboda industry.

It is useless.

[George T. Diano @georgediano]

Officers from Nderi Police Post in Kikuyu. These semi illiterate mongooses are becoming a menace.

[Larry Madowo @LarryMadowo]

I consider it a compliment that this nepo baby calls me a traitor (msaliti).

The role of journalism is to speak truth to power, not to praise fragile bullies who celebrate extrajudicial killings

[Nandi 🤍💜🤍 @pallnandi]

Stop dating people who can’t cover basic necessities like transport, food, clothes, and data. If they can’t manage themselves, they aren’t ready for a relationship. Focus on building yourself first, don’t adopt another adult.

[Ja Leto @_falsi1ke]

3 people who are very difficult to advise in life, a man with money, a woman in love and an African mother following a prophet.

[N.M.A @peculiarchichii]

When a woman says "we grew apart” and divorces her husband, it's simply hypergamy at play.

She meets someone at work, gym, or online who excites her more (higher status, better provider, more attention).

She files, claims we grew apart and the society cheers her up

The man is left wondering what happened to the woman who once loved him.

She NEVER loved you, she loved the Idea of you.

[Sholla Ard 🇰🇪 @sholard_mancity]

I just watched Junet Mohamed on Citizen TV, and I want to speak plainly.

What we witnessed was not tough journalism. It was sanitization.

Even then, something was obvious: Junet is no longer speaking from strength. He is defensive, careful, relying on wordplay instead of conviction.

For years, some politicians survived by defending Baba on TV, which was good. That posture alone could win elections. But on the ground, they did nothing.

That era is over.

Today, they are being forced to stand on their own, and the emptiness is showing. Oburu does not resonate the way Baba did, and this explains the rush toward a "broad-based" pact. It is not ideology. It is survival.

When Junet was asked about ODM’s direction and the UDA question, he avoided clarity.
When asked about agents’ money that disappeared, he drifted into deflection.
This is not confidence. It is fear.

And the media must be careful.

Journalism is not meant to comfort power. It exists to apply pressure on behalf of the people.

Ask the hard questions. Ask them clearly. Ask them consistently.

Because when weak leaders are manufactured, everyone pays the price.

The media must remain the voice of the people, not a shield for power.

[Bathong Tshepo @TshepoBacela]

Never tell a woman you live alone 😂

[AL Sike🇰🇪 @al_sike]

@brendah_042 Can't you realise you're the fast borrower? 😁

[Donald J. Trump @realDonaldTrump]

Move slowly, carefully --- and then strike like the fastest animal on the planet!

[Eric @amerix]

Men,

2 important Laws for a MAN

MURPHY LAW:

If you continue to show fear over something happening, it will likely happen.

WILSON LAW:

If you stop reading and learning, you will stop earning.

You are the master of your own destiny.

Learn to say NO.

#MasculinitySaturday

[Eric @amerix]

Most people who say,

"We want change,"

— are usually not ready for the change they are talking about.

Most people who say,

"You are corrupt. Corruption is bad."

— They are the most corrupt when appointed to positions of influence.

Change is hard. It needs discipline, sacrifice and painful introspection.

Most people are not ready for it.

For example,

Most of these NGO activists are commercial buccaneers who pocket money at night from corrupt NGOs while shouting "Good governance" during the day.

Unless you commit to live a straightforward, disciplined and morally righteous life, you will turn out worse than the corrupt politicians you are criticizing.

[Eric @amerix]

71-year-old Robert F. Kennedy Jr., who is the U.S. Secretary of Health and Human Services, is here doing 20 pull-ups.

It is now your turn, Duale [Kenya's secretary of health].

Leadership is not about speeches, threats, or assurances. Lead by example.

Duale, it is your turn.

[AL Sike🇰🇪 @al_sike]

@MasculinitySato Hope

[George Njoroge @georgenjoroge_]

THE LONELY END OF A GOOD MAN.

The Story of Desmond Maina

There’s a man I know.
Most people in Nyamakima know him too.
His name is Desmond Kimani Maina.

If you had met him ten years ago, you’d have sworn he had life figured out.

He married a church girl quiet, gentle, raised in purity, the kind of woman everyone said was “wife material.”

They built a family of four children: two boys, two girls.
A picture-perfect home.

Desmond worked hard, harder than most.
He was among the first Kenyans to fly to China in the early 2000s to import electricals.

He started small; one suitcase, then two, then half a container, then a full one.
Soon, he became one of the biggest distributors in Nyamakima.

Money came in.
Progress followed.
He moved his family from South C to a beautiful home on Kiambu Road.
A home he was proud of.
A home he believed would never know chaos.

Then life cracked open.

One afternoon, after returning early from a trip, Desmond discovered something that almost broke him beyond repair: his wife had been seeing the neighborhood evangelist and it happened under his own roof.

Everything he believed in shattered.
He kicked her out, not out of anger alone, but out of deep betrayal.

But one year later, the wazee sat him down.
They told him forgiveness was the honorable path.
That children need their mother.
That homes must be rebuilt, not abandoned.

So he brought her back.

But something died in that house the day she crossed that line.
They functioned… but they never healed.
They lived together… but never together.
Forgiveness sat in the mouth, but never reached the heart.

Still, Desmond stayed.
He provided.
He paid the best schools.
And the miracle?
His kids excelled far beyond what he imagined; all four earned scholarships to Ivy League universities in the UK and the US.

He sacrificed everything for that.
He sold land, delayed his own comfort, said “yes” to every expense and never complained.

Then the eldest daughter had a child.

And immediately, without hesitation, his wife offered to move to the UK to help her.

“Just for a few months,” she said.

She left.
She never really came back.

Suddenly, Desmond was alone in a five-bedroom house.

A house filled with memories but empty of warmth.

Then life hit him again this time without mercy.

Regulations changed.
Importing electricals became a minefield.
Two of Desmond’s containers were seized by KRA and KEBS and labelled counterfeit.
They were burned.
80 million shillings gone in smoke.

He fought.
He protested.
He pleaded.

But when the flames rose, so did his downfall.

The business collapsed.
His savings dried up.
The bank foreclosed the Kiambu Road home.
He packed what he could and moved into a one-bedroom apartment in Thindigua.

The man who once travelled the world…
The man who once supplied half the shops in Nyamakima…
Now sat in a small room with second-hand furniture and an empty calendar.

What hurt him most wasn’t the money.
It wasn’t even the house.

It was the silence.

His wife stopped calling.
His children, those he gave the world, became distant shadows living perfect lives abroad.
They had new priorities.
New families.
New circles.

The man who sacrificed everything for them became a forgotten footnote.

One evening I visited him.
He laughed the way men laugh when they’re trying not to break.
Then he said something I will never forget:

“I built a kingdom for everyone. But when the roof fell, I was the only one standing inside.”

This…
This is the lonely end of a good man.

A man who married in purity.
A man who forgave.
A man who worked.
A man who raised children into greatness.
A man who built a home from nothing.
A man who gave until he was empty.

And in the end?

He became a casualty of his own goodness; drained, abandoned, forgotten.

Not because he failed.
But because he believed loyalty would circle back.

It didn’t.

[AL Sike🇰🇪 @al_sike]

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