Teacher: “Why were you absent yesterday?”
Student: “I was at my grandfather’s funeral.”
Teacher: “I’m sorry to hear that.”
Student: “Thank you.”
The teacher nodded and moved on.
Then another student raised his hand.
Student #2: “That’s weird.”
Teacher: “What is?”
Student #2: “His grandfather died last month.”
The room went quiet.
The teacher slowly looked back at the first student.
Teacher: “Your grandfather died last month?”
Student: “Yes.”
Teacher: “And yesterday was his funeral?”
Student: “Also yes.”
Teacher: “How?”
The student shrugged.
Student: “It’s complicated.”
Now the entire class was listening.
The teacher sat on the edge of her desk.
Teacher: “Go ahead.”
Student: “My grandfather had three families.”
Silence.
Teacher: “Three… families?”
Student: “Yep.”
Teacher: “At the same time?”
Student: “Apparently.”
The class exploded with laughter.
The teacher raised a hand.
Teacher: “Wait. So there were multiple funerals?”
Student: “Three.”
Teacher: “Three funerals?”
Student: “One family organized one. Another family didn’t like that one and organized their own. Then the third family got offended and organized a different one.”
A student in the back nearly fell out of his chair.
Student #3: “Your grandfather had sequels?”
Student: “Basically.”
Teacher: “And you attended all of them?”
Student: “Mom said we had to.”
Teacher: “How many people showed up?”
Student: “Hundreds.”
Teacher: “At each funeral?”
Student: “Yep.”
The teacher stared at the ceiling.
Teacher: “I don’t even know how to process this.”
The student wasn’t finished.
Student: “The second funeral almost got canceled.”
Teacher: “Why?”
Student: “The first family accidentally booked the same venue.”
The class lost control.
The teacher was laughing now too.
Teacher: “You’re telling me your grandfather’s families double-booked funerals?”
Student: “Triple-booked, technically.”
Teacher: “Of course.”
A girl near the window raised her hand.
Girl: “Did the families know about each other?”
Student: “They do now.”
The room erupted.
Teacher: “How did they find out?”
Student: “At the first funeral.”
The teacher covered her face.
Teacher: “Your poor grandfather.”
Student: “Honestly, I think he’d have loved the drama.”
Teacher: “Why do you say that?”
Student: “Because he left a note.”
Teacher: “A note?”
Student: “Yep.”
Teacher: “What did it say?”
The student pulled out his phone.
Cleared his throat.
And read:
“To everyone attending: if you’re surprised to see unfamiliar relatives, imagine how I felt trying to remember all your birthdays.”
The classroom exploded.
Even the teacher had tears in her eyes.
After a full minute of laughter she finally managed to speak.
Teacher: “Your grandfather sounds impossible.”
Student: “That’s exactly what all three widows said.”
To be submissive is to capitulate, to surrender.
A subsmissive woman;
Can't communicate her thoughts.
Must suppress some of her emotions.
Is akin to a slave.
Has negative energy.
Women were meant to be divinely feminine.
They are;
Radiant.
Have a glow about them.
Soft and kind.
Express their mind.
Show all their feelings without suppression.
BREAKING: KTN has aired a major investigation alleging Kenyan IDs are being sold to people in Somalia for as little as KSh 15,000. We share some of the revelations.
Look at the images below.
The 2nd image shows Hassan Mohamed Nur's Somali identification documents. According to those records, he was born in Mogadishu on 14 December 1985.
The third image is a copy of a Kenyan ID featured in the KTN investigation. Key details have been blurred.
According to that Kenyan document, the holder was born in Tarbaj on 1 July 1985.
Same person. Different birthplace. Different date of birth.
If this were simply a case of lawful naturalization, why would the date of birth be different?
The investigation further alleges that the individual now holds a Kenyan passport.
And it doesn't end there; residents from Somalia and Ethiopia are being sold IDs. And it's scary. I am sharing more examples shortly. Follow me here- sholla ard
Wawawaaaaah ladies and gentlemen...this generation is fire mwanafunzi anasomea mheshimiwa live damn it i like every second of this video!! huku ni wapi??
Young man just changed my whole perspective about Fatherhood
Maybe the reason we have so many absent fathers , they didn’t play with dolls enough to imagine themselves as father figures 🙆♂️