@ivymuthe Bro unacomplain imejaa kenya do you know how many of these chinese cars are here in Australia? Thausands its like every 3months a new brand is designed. No one is dumping anything. Before yapping uliza hata grock before ukuje utuonyeshe how scarsce your mind is
I have realized that unfortunately as I grow older I am becoming weaker. I am more emotional especially on things that affect me directly;Love,family,Friendships. I dont even eat as much as I did eight years ago. Leo chapati mbili nimekula tumbo ikafunga gate buana. Just two?! Unajua Kuna wakati tuliswaga chapati nane na supu ya viazi. Me and my other 2 highschool cousins. My grandmother spent the whole night rubbing our stomachs with Salt.
But perhaps the most important lesson we come back from the village with unknowngly,is how unfocused we are,and if we are focused it is on the wrong things. We live on a contraflow lane. A capitalistic environment that points us to focus our hardwork on the most unnecessary things. Buana we are looking for money to buy iphones,others to buy Samsung Tvs,others to buy Gucci overpriced clothes because they’re original,others to pay rent in overpriced apartments in kilimani. Have we stopped for a moment and thought about what we are actually doing in these concrete jungle? The only person benefiting from our spending are the apex capitalists. Tunaishi maisha ya ubrukenge sana buana
Meanwhile in ocha,your peers are thriving. Family wise,Community wise and even assets wise. You tell this guy you have an iPhone worth 85 sausand and he asks you what can it do that mine cant. Unaona kweli kuna mtu mjinga apa. But above all,these people are contented,in the simplicity and in the nature of life. Weh! Mimi nataka by 40 niondoke taoni. Nairobi nitakua nakuja end month kama periods🌚
This year stretched me in silence, tested my discipline, and taught me lessons no classroom ever could, but I didn’t quit, I kept showing up even on days when progress felt invisible, choosing consistency over comfort, faith over fear, and long-term vision over short-term ease, carrying my dreams across borders and through pressure, surviving seasons I never posted about, growing into someone I once needed, grateful for strength I didn’t know I had, proud of how far I’ve come, and committed to keep moving forward—quietly building today so my future can speak loudly tomorrow.
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.
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