Students must understand that there are consequences when they set other human beings on fire.
When I visited Naivasha maximum prison I met the only suspect sentenced to death for the May 24, 1999 arson attack in Nyeri High School that claimed the lives of four prefects.
The student was 33 years old or thereabout when I met him. He was convicted by a juvenile court and later committed to life imprisonment after he turned 18.
The 2001 Kyanguli fire tragedy claimed the lives of 67 students. Two 16-year-olds were arrested and charged with murder. The judge handling the matter resigned in 2006 amid corruption-related allegations. A new judge declared the court matter a mistrial.
I took my time with the file, and it was clear that someone had done everything to make sure the two boys escaped justice. I tracked one down to an office in the CBD. He is somewhere out here.
The July 13, 1991, St Kizito High School massacre remains the most disturbing and heart-wrenching story I have covered.
The boys stormed the girls' dormitory. Reason? They had refused to join them in a strike.
In the ensuing violence, 71 school girls were raped and 19 of them lost their lives, mostly due to suffocation after being tightly packed into a corner during the attack.
Some were arrested and as usual, parents worked the justice system and many escaped the hangman’s noose.
But in a dark twist of events, most of the accused “turned mad”, and others ended up as drunks.
I remember visiting a lady now in her fifties who was still overwhelmed by the events of that night- oh she cried.
I met most of the boys then now men. Drunkards. Wasted.
Let’s see how the tragic Utumishi Fire tragedy plays out but if the prosecution proves those arrested are involved, it will be the end of school and freedom.
I have been to Nyeri, St Kizito, Kyanguli, Endarasha, and Bombolulu Girls' High School.
It's a life-changing experience!
No amount of justice or compensation can bring back the lives lost.
The world is not FAIR.
The fairness trap is a mental prison created by the weak to shackle the strong.
The world is not fair.
It works on the laws of PHYSICS and BIOLOGY.
The lion doesn't care about the life of a gazelle; it just eats the gazelle.
So, is the world fair?
No. It is not.
You are waiting for a referee to step into the game and award you a penalty.
He doesn't exist in this game called life.
There is no referee, there is only VALUE.
If you don't create VALUE, you deserve nothing, and nobody will save you.
If you solve a big problem in a few minutes and get paid big, don't sabotage yourself by judging yourself for earning big in a few minutes. You have solved a big problem in 5 minutes, and therefore, you are being paid for spending 5 years learning how to solve it in 5 minutes.
Kill the judge in your head.
Don't judge yourself.
Be shameless in the execution of your skills.
Is the world fair?
No. It is cold and indifferent. It doesn't care.
Is the hiring process fair?
No. Therefore, bypass the hiring process by networking and marketing your value.
Is the game rigged?
Yes.
So, why play the game of losers?
Men don't play by the rules. They trade their money for assets.
Are politicians fair?
No.
They will never be fair.
Therefore, exploit the loopholes they created for themselves and build your leverage alongside them.
You can choose to complain, or you can choose to step into the ring and become a man of value.
You can continue complaining about fairness or go coldly and shamelessly for the crown lying at the edge of the abyss.
You can continue feeling and prioritizing your fragile emotions or you can start engaging your logic and think.
As others whine, you build tools to leverage your value.
You are either the Prince or the Peasant.
The enemy is not poverty,
The enemy is the void in your head that you have refused to conquer.
Your enemy is the battlefield sitting between your ears.
The choice is yours.
#BetterTogether
Installed a car tracker from a company in Kenya that advertises "top security, state of the art" features.
But after looking into it...
• Android app on Google Play is from a Chinese developer
• iPhone app is generic, you must manually enter the server IP
• Web dashboard looks like it was built in 2005. Not sure if this was meant to be shared with end-users, but I got access using the server IP. (hii ya .aspx ni backend gani?)
The whole platform appears to be a white-label system built in China.
After inspecting the web dashboard, I found the API it uses. Calling the API directly returns tracking data with no authentication needed.
The identifier seems to be an auto-increment field. I queried a range of IDs and got 96 valid vehicles out of 100 with:
• license plates
• locations
• mileage
• vehicle status
Plotted on a map, I could see where all these cars are.
No hacking. No reverse engineering. Just an exposed API.
Worst part? My own car is in that dataset.
We definitely have developers in Kenya who could build secure, modern tracking platforms instead of relying on insecure white-label systems.
🔴🚨BREAKING FROM HIGH COURT AT THIKA: ⚖️ YOU CANNOT HIDE BEHIND A BROKER AFTER POCKETING LAND MONEY
In Florence Njeri Macharia v Carolyne Wanjiku Kimundui & another, the High Court at Thika has called out a land sale trick many Kenyans know too well. A buyer paid KSh 1.3 million for Kamiti/Anmer/1338 through a middlewoman, plus KSh 21,000 “membership” fees. Months later, strangers appeared claiming the same plot had also been sold to them. Police reports followed. Criminal charges followed. Partial refunds followed. But not the full money. The seller tried a familiar defence on appeal: “I never authorised the broker. She was not my agent.” The Court was not impressed.
The Court went straight to the law of agency. Agency does not require a fancy written contract. It can be implied from conduct. If you send someone to sell on your behalf, receive the proceeds, sit in refund meetings, and even refund part of the purchase price yourself, you cannot later pretend the broker was freelancing. The Court found apparent authority. The middlewoman bound the seller. The appeal was dismissed. The order to refund KSh 740,000 stood. You cannot benefit from a transaction and disown the hand that executed it when things collapse.
This is more than a refund case. It is a warning shot in the land market. Sellers cannot weaponise brokers as disposable shields. If someone acts for you and buyers reasonably believe they represent you, the law will fix you with liability. For buyers, the lesson is brutal and practical: paying through a “broker’s account” is a risk that may take years to unwind in court. Due diligence is not paranoia. It is survival. Land deals built on secrecy, urgency, and middlemen without traceable authority are not investments. They are litigation in waiting. Retweet widely.
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This is the process so far as I am at trying to claim the financial assets of my late father on behalf of my mother.
1. Visit the office of unclaimed assets and get necessary directions and documents
2. Get all your siblings to share copies of IDs and sign that they have no dispute
3. Share the list to the chief to confirm and stamp that there are no other sibling's
4. Get the list to Assistant County Commissioner
5. Return the list to the Unclaimed assets and get list of all financial assets of the decease, fill the necessary forms.
6. Take the list and docs to a commissioner of oaths to certify and take oath
7. Return them to unclaimed assets office and get letters to take to various institutions that held those assets. e.g banks, Saccos, Safaricom etc.
8. If shares then go to the specific company then go to NSE for both to confirm the listing
9. Thats where I am now, I don't know after I return to the assets office, what more processes to follow
It's a hectic task meant to frustrate!!
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You call it a coincidence, we call it God's intervention. Prayer.
The college I applied for came from a newspaper advert, and I nearly missed it if not for a series of "coincidences'.
Our village life in the 90s and early 200s was simple: no electricity, no cellphones, no email. The only technology we enjoyed was a battery-powered radio.
News from Nairobi either came by letters (which took 5 days to 3 weeks), or by word-of-mouth from someone who took the bus. Which is why, when someone died, radio funeral announcements had to be made, or relatives would learn about it months later.
We would read newspapers our dads brought from the city: This happened every 3 weeks or longer - when they visited.
One such day, the college I wanted to apply to advertised, and my father happened to visit that weekend with the paper! I applied. And hoped to get admitted, and learn about it in good time.
There was no widespread use of phones or email.
Everything came by post, including important correspondence, and our post office was 7km away. We visited once a month or more because letters were rare for us
One day, I received a registered mail (think of it like the emails with the "urgent" sticker in the REF). Obviously, I waited for market day when there would be matatus to Oyugis town. When I opened the mailbox, it was a KIMC admission letter. This was 2 days to the deadline.
I had to find a phone booth, call my dad, rush to the city, and get admitted before that deadline, or it would be gone for good.
Getting admitted was no mean feat. People paid bribes for that letter, as they do for military jobs now. The Kenya Institute of Mass Communication was only taking 2 candidates per district countrywide (We had districts before the new constitution gave us counties, dear GenZ). I was one of two admitted from Rachuonyo district: KIMC was the Harvard of communication training then, and just before my time, admission was a guaranteed job at KBC, the national broadcaster. In my time, NMG would advertise that a diploma from KIMC was required for certain newsroom and studio jobs.
I made it to the KIMC admission desk on deadline day. We did not have school fees; my parents couldn't afford 50k without a loan (adjusted for inflation, that should be around sh 160,000 today- source: Gemini). And bank loans back then took several days to get approved. I had 4 hours to get the money, or my chance was gone. The admission officer was counting on us to miss the deadline so he could hurriedly offer it to a long waiting list of rich Nairobi people. He told us so to our face. KIMC admission back then was considered a gold ticket, and people paid bribes to get in.
Long story short, Dad got an expedited loan from his workplace, and we paid my fees 10 minutes before the deadline.
The series of events that have made me who I am today is a mixture of grit and grace, positioning and opportunity, coincidence and luck. The luck part I attribute to unforeseen forces of nature, which I attract with faith and prayer.
𝐅𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐨 𝐂𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐠 – 𝐀 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐆𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐮𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐊𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 🐘
Early this morning, Amboseli National Park, Kenya - and indeed the world - lost a true icon. Craig, the legendary super tusker famed for its immense, ground-sweeping tusks and calm, dignified presence, passed on at the age of 54.
Born in January 1972 to the great matriarch Cassandra of the CB family, Craig lived a life that few elephants ever do.
Craig was one of the last remaining super tuskers in Africa - a rare class of bull elephants whose two tusks weigh over 45 kilograms (100 lbs) each. Fewer than a handful remain today, making him a living monument to Africa’s natural heritage.
He fathered a number of calves, ensuring that his powerful bloodline and gentle character live on across generations.
Beyond its extraordinary tusks, Craig was deeply loved for its remarkably calm nature. He appeared to understand its place in the world - often pausing patiently as visitors photographed and filmed him. Widely documented and admired globally, he became a true ambassador of Amboseli and a symbol of what successful conservation looks like.
In 2021, Craig was proudly adopted by East African Breweries Limited (EABL) through the Tusker brand, reflecting his worldwide appeal. His long life and survival to such maturity were made possible through decades of dedicated protection by Kenya Wildlife Service (KWS), working in close collaboration with conservation partners and the local community.
Continuous monitoring, anti-poaching efforts, habitat protection, and community stewardship ensured that Craig lived freely and safely - demonstrating what collective commitment to wildlife conservation can achieve.
Drop a memory of Craig down below and let's celebrate its legacy. #TunzaMaliYako