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[Brown Ashtua @brown_ashtua]

Premier League Matchday 7
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[Brown Ashtua @brown_ashtua]

Premier League Matchday 7
https://t.co/ln8s2DTiwr

[lynne254 🌹🌺🇰🇪 @aderline254_]

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[Mobutu @aeroterrah]

I have lived with muslims , Christians and other religions but I've never seen the dead being buried at night. Even the way the shovels are being swung is undignified.What sin did he commit

[SIDI @sidisnoops]

Grind be Real 💪

[SIDI @sidisnoops]

No explanations today, just machines. 🚘
Feeding my eyes and disturbing your TL 😂🙏🏼

[SIDI @sidisnoops]

Let's do sumn

[SIDI @sidisnoops]

A biker narrowly avoids trouble by going off the road… that was way too close! 😳 🏍️💨

[Abdullahi Maalim @ahmirguy]

Stay focused always

[JaHomaBay @HassanMcOjwang]

Brentford has been robbed!

Barcola is the most useless signing if the season!
Munoz will be a good player!

Liverpool survived

Haaland is a beast!

Isak is coming good!

Maresca is reviving Foden!
Football and hatewatch lost today💔💔😭😭😭

[kibet 💲💲 @kibet_222jr]

Nishai jipata ward four usiku na haikua nikue shift. Nilitravel nikarudi late (11pm) gate closed singe ruka gate 😂 i had to look for a place to be safe ikabidi niende night shift ady asubui it was tough aki

[Bob Omamo @bobomamo]

KILELESHWA FIRST. ALWAYS.

My support for Linda Mwananchi is guided by one priority: what serves the interests of Kileleshwa Ward. My loyalty starts with the people I seek to represent.
Here's a link to the full interview https://t.co/sP9AgweAs6
@abbiezuena @CGisairo @edwinsifuna @CaroliOmondi @KibagendiToni @MbariziSharon

[Rik_254 @shadrikriq]

Stealth mode 📳

[Rik_254 @shadrikriq]

Usain bolt ⚡

[Rik_254 @shadrikriq]

Mbele Iko sawa

[Rik_254 @shadrikriq]

Ke🇰🇪

[Immanuel Chibilili @IChibilili47682]

Ego will kill someone 😄

Very well said 👏 but internet never forget

[ᗰᗩᒍIᗰᗷO @JBigwhiskey]

A political leader is necessarily an imposter since he believes in solving life's problems without asking its question.

[Mbarizi @MbariziSharon]

Sometimes time doesn't heal,you just have to adopt and keep going.

[Libby Gai @AdhieuLibby]

Nobody ever talks about grief like this;
Clearly, as daylight broke, the image of her still baby flashed into her mind, fresh as if she were reliving it again. The nurse rushed to take the temperature; the thermometer remained dark like the void left in my heart. I stood still, and I hoped it was a big joke, praying for a miracle to happen. In my head, I was repeating, "even now," " even now," Jesus, give me one last miracle, make it into another Lazarus's story, but it wasn't. I heard the endless questions from the nurse like a siren from afar or that peculiar noise from the mosquito; you cannot make out the words clearly, but you hear the sound. She looked me in the eyes. "The baby is dead." I hesitated, looked around; I couldn't fathom my surroundings. My eyes were fixed on her, stretched out on the bed. No, no, she wasn't even sick; she wasn't supposed to die. God promised small kids his kingdom and to live up to old age; "She can't be gone." I rushed to pick her up, but I was barred by a friend. "Stay strong; your siblings can't hold it together if you break down". I watched them cover her little, chubby face, still in disbelief; my baby is not gone, but deep inside I knew that was it. The memories that we are left with will last more than the time I have lived with her, quite a paradox, right? Everything will remind you of her existence, but you won't have another chance to hold her and embrace her or even hear her chuckle. Months will be counted from her death anniversary to her burial and even her supposed age at that time; her memory will flicker like the candle in the wind, like that one dim light in the darkest tunnel.
"What will I tell her father? What will I tell her siblings? Will they understand? Will they stop asking questions? Everyone will have endless questions; will they know I am grieving even when my face remains flat affect?"
"Riing-Riig," that sound woke me from the utopia that I was immersed in. That was the beginning of my insanity. The health care practitioners didn't wheel her into the morgue. "Mama, carry her to the zero level; that's where the morgue is." I thought I didn't hear him well. I will carry her a voice came from behind. It was my cousin, who had been there since, but I had no clue; everything was blurry. She was wrapped in a shawl covering her face, and he led the way to the zero level to the morgue. At the morgue, I caught her face for one last time. " Yaani, I am going back home alone?" Will my baby sleep in a freezer while I sleep on our bed? I broke down. How much more can one take? You only cry when you know you have someone to comfort you, but whom do you have now to waste those tears on? I held it together and moved to the bench. Will the pain ever go away? I asked the mortician. I know that's crazy, but he answered with silence that pierced deep. I dragged myself to the bench across the table where my baby lay bundled up in a blanket. My gaze was fixed on her; I knew she was gone, twelve months gone, but a lifetime of memories will stay with me for good.
Let's go to the police station and prepare the clearance; the burial arrangements have to be made. Last night she was a baby, but today we are addressing her as a body; life passes quickly like a tide in an ocean. At the police station, everything was floating in my mind: how can something so precious leave me? Am I bound for sadness? That one woman will celebrate it with her life; the only link has gone, and it will affirm her insults, her warnings, the times I had to defend the decision of bringing her into this world, the times I had to figure out where and how I would feed her, clothe her, and even her medication all that hard work goes to the grave?
I didn't know something bigger awaited me.