Angela

We are Loved l We are Accepted l We are Justified. Gratefully and gracefully looking forward to eternity.

[Angela @angelawrm]

God would not be sovereign if He wasn't bigger than our worst failures or mistakes

[Angela @angelawrm]

Being fedup with the #Ruto regime aside, I genuinely wish Charlene Ruto a blessed marriage. Congratulations to them!

[Angela @angelawrm]

@AFRODAD2011 see this

[Yoko @Kibet_bull]

The odious debt

[Tumezoza kwa mneti @felix_odhiambo_]

Hey, the autopsy results came back. Bado nimekukufia

[The Kenyan Vigilante @KenyanSays]

Kenyan actress and musician Grace Wacuka has bravely opened up on social media about her ongoing battle with clinical depression and severe loneliness.

In a deeply emotional video, the Single Kiasi and Married to Work star revealed she is actively seeking professional help while dealing with poor sleep, overwhelming stress, and caregiving duties for her sick sister.

Her raw vulnerability has sparked a massive wave of empathy and supportive messages from fans and industry peers across the internet.

[Kingpin of Kenya @ClintonObonyo]

😭💔 My heart is shattered into a million pieces as I share this devastating story. Yesterday evening at 6:00pm, a precious little baby girl, just 9 years old, was walking home from school in Bagamoyo, Nairutia. She was so close to safety, just steps away from her front door, when a monster grabbed her violently and dragged her into the dark forest.
He defiled her in the most brutal way imaginable. Then, with no mercy in his soul, he hit her on the head with a stone, strangled her, and left her there to die alone among the trees. He thought she was gone. This innocent child endured unimaginable pain, shock, and terror... her tiny body collapsed from the horror of it all.
But our brave little warrior fought to survive. God was watching over her. She was found and rushed to the hospital where she is now receiving emergency treatment. The strength of this 9-year-old girl in the face of such evil is beyond words, yet my soul cries thinking of the trauma she will carry. No child should ever know such suffering.
The man responsible is still out there. He is not known in the community, but after committing this unspeakable act, he had the audacity to walk into a nearby home in the same forest area and borrow a glass of water. CCTV cameras in that compound captured him clearly. The brave girl positively identified him from the image.
If you know this man, if you recognize his face, if you have any information about his whereabouts — please, I beg you, inbox me or report immediately to the nearest police station. He is dangerous. His intentions at that home were likely evil too. He must be caught before he hurts another innocent soul.
If you see him...
WAIIIIII!!! 😭
The pain in our community is heavy today. Let us stand together for this beautiful, brave little girl. Let us demand justice that matches the depth of this cruelty. Pray for her healing, for her family’s strength, and for swift action against this devil walking among us.
Share this. Report anything you know. Together, we can bring this monster to justice and protect our children.

[Mutuku Ndeti @mutuku]

The aim to protect the public private partnerships that they are getting for their proxy companies.

[Moe @moneyacademyKE]

The cost of a healthy plate of food in Kenya has gone up by 76% over the past eight years, putting nutritious meals out of reach for many Kenyans.

[Angela @angelawrm]

Football has become too scripted. It’s controlled by betting companies

[Angela @angelawrm]

@nziokamul1 I’m curious why you say so…

[George Njoroge @georgenjoroge_]

THE QUIET FUNERAL OF CENTRAL KENYA

We have a big problem and nobody is talking about it.

Not in church. Not in the county assembly.

Not at the barber shop. Nowhere.

Let me tell you how I found out.

This year I needed to hire people.
A driver. A shamba boy. A gardener. A farmhand for my goats in Kingeero.

Simple jobs. Honest jobs. Jobs our fathers did with pride.

I am now on my TENTH driver. Tenth.

And it is barely August.

I am not quoting a government survey. I am not quoting NACADA.

I am quoting my own payroll.

Driver number one disappeared on a Tuesday. Found Thursday.

Driver number four came to work smelling like a distillery with a birth certificate.

Driver number seven asked for an advance on Monday and a funeral on Friday, his own liver was writing the eulogy in advance.

As I write this, my current driver is sitting in a police station.

Arrested for drunk driving.

From a MORNING assignment. Not a night out. Not a wedding. A morning assignment I sent him.

The sun had barely cleared Ngong Hills and this man was already gone.😕

Walk through any shopping centre in Central Kenya at 6am and count the men leaning on verandas waiting for the den to open.

Men aged 25 to 45.

The exact men who should be marrying, building, planting, carrying coffins of the OLD, not filling them.

These are working alcoholics.

They show up.

They function. Barely.

They drive your matatu.

They wire your house.

They handle your goats.

And every shilling they touch goes through a keg tap before it reaches home.

And here is the part that breaks me.

Go to the villages.

The shambas are being run by women.

The chamas are women.

The church is women.

The funerals committee is women.

The boys are at the base.

An entire generation of Kikuyu men is quietly drinking itself out of history, and we are watching it happen through our car windows on the way to work.

Who will marry the girls?

I am serious.

Our daughters are graduating, working, buying plots and looking around at a marriage market of men who cannot pass a breathalyser at 8am.

We keep asking why our girls are single at 35.

The answer is staggering home right now from a den in Wangige.

Who will cry for the boy child?

Everyone laughed when that phrase started.

Nobody is laughing in Central Kenya.

We buried the boy child a long time ago.

We just haven’t held the funeral, because the men who should carry the casket are drunk.

And the funerals themselves, have you noticed?

A 34-year-old dies and the eulogy says “after a short illness.”

No. Name the illness.

The illness is sold in a 300ml bottle for fifty bob behind the market.

The illness has a distributor, a supply chain, and protection.

We are the region of coffee. Of tea. Of hustle.

Of men who walked from Kingeero to Nairobi barefoot and built empires.

And their grandsons cannot walk from the den to the gate.

So I am asking, honestly, painfully, with ten drivers worth of evidence:

Who will talk about this?

The politicians won’t the dens are voters.

The church whispers about it once a year.

The families hide it out of shame.

We have a problem.

It is not coming.

It is here.

It has a police OB number and it is sitting in a cell wearing my company’s uniform.

Central Kenya is not dying of poverty.

Central Kenya is dying of thirst and it keeps drinking the wrong thing.

[Angela @angelawrm]

@DCI_Kenya how does one report a possible child trafficking case to you?

[STF @okeaSnikeT]

DCI can easily locate people from their anonymous social media handles but not child traffickers??

[NTV Kenya @ntvkenya]

Housing Dream, Budget Nightmare:

Government says it requires nearly Sh400 billion annually to sustain the affordable housing programme.

Warns that current housing levy collections are insufficient to meet the country’s housing targets.

#NTVTonight @Ben_Kitili

[Angela @angelawrm]

That the US is spending 1 billion dollars a day 🤯 on the #IranWar‌ and it shut down @USAID and other legitimately helpful US gov contracts to the world is very concerning

[Angela @angelawrm]

Do you remember when you joined Twitter? I do! #MyTwitterAnniversary

[Sholla Ard 🇰🇪 @sholard_mancity]

Citizen TV has just done a really disturbing story on Grade 10 students, something I warned about earlier this year.

Their report shows many Grade 10 students, including the ones in the pic below, are now stuck at home after mid-term because schools will not allow them back due to the fees.

In January, I warned about what this Ruto government was playing parents. I said the priority seemed to be getting the students to schools registered as “transitioned” in their systems, so the numbers could be presented to the World Bank for more loans.

After that, the real struggle of these students would quietly be forgotten. No one would care whether they had been chased back home for fees or dropped out.

Sadly, this is exactly what we are now seeing.

The students dropping out are not from wealthy families. They are the children of poor households who simply cannot keep up.

Why can’t we make education truly free?
Why build a system where the poorest children are the ones pushed out?

My heart bleeds for these students.

[Angela @angelawrm]

Musk really messed twitter up 😢

[𝙋𝘼𝙐𝙇. 𝐎. 𝐍𝐄𝐊𝐎 @ouma_neko]

What happened to that Kenyan taxi driver in Qatar is barbaric, unacceptable, and a painful reminder of what our people go through every single day in the Gulf. A man simply trying to earn a living was assaulted so violently that he nearly lost his life. This is not “misconduct,” this is attempted murder and it must be condemned without hesitation.

According to the dash-cam footage, the assault began after the Kenyan driver rejected an inappropriate advance from his passenger. Instead of accepting a clear “no,” the attacker grabbed him in a rear-neck chokehold that almost strangled him. The vehicle veered, nearly crashing, and that driver survived only by instinct and grace. No one should face death simply because they refused unwanted behavior.

Cases like this often disappear into silence. The systems in those countries have a long history of protecting their own whenever foreigners demand justice. And our own government? It has perfected the art of shifting blame, offering excuses, and pretending they are powerless. Kenyans abroad bleed, scream, and die and Nairobi drafts statements instead of solutions.

Our people in the Gulf are surviving conditions that no human being should ever be subjected to. Some are overworked. Some are abused. Some live like prisoners in employer homes. And when they rush to embassies for help, they find officials too busy enjoying diplomatic comfort to lift a finger. The suffering is real, but the offices meant to protect them are deserted when it matters.

Let’s not forget the shameful truth: our Head of State negotiated the weakest, most humiliating labor terms for Kenyans in the Gulf. He goes on and on in speeches about Singapore, Japan, Korea, Malaysia yet refuses to explain why a Kenyan doing the same job as a Malaysian or Filipino earns 35,000 while others earn 55,000–60,000. That gap is not an accident; it is a failure of leadership.

And that so-called Kazi Majūu project? It was nothing but smoke and slogans. Kenyans have died in Saudi Arabia from depression, abuse, negligence, sexual assault and the same ministry that promised protection cannot even bring bodies home with dignity. Families cry; the government shrugs.

What hurts even more is how victims are mocked instead of defended. When Kenyans raise complaints about mistreatment, the same officials responsible for their welfare call them “mannerless,” “problematic,” or “undisciplined.” So people suffer twice first abroad, then again when their own leaders insult them for begging for help.

And to those who think this is tribal banter whether the victim is Kalenjin, Kikuyu, Luo, Luhya, Somali, Meru understand this clearly: poverty, desperation, and exploitation do not check tribe before they strike. These are the jobs the president tells our youth to take, and when violence follows, no protection is offered. Only excuses. Only silence.

I condemn this attack. I condemn the wider injustice. Kenyans are not disposable. Our people do not deserve violent abuse abroad and indifference at home. Until our government defends its citizens with the same energy it uses to defend its image, this cycle of suffering will continue and every death, every assault, every broken family will sit squarely on the conscience of those in power who chose to look away.

[Alex Hormozi @AlexHormozi]

Most people think the hard part is getting started.

The hard part is continuing to do the work when the excitement wears off and the grind feels hopeless.

[Angela @angelawrm]

Wheuh Njoro wa Uba has got to be the best KE series #Appreciationpost