The worst pitfall for a man is not a breakup. It’s when he’s navigating his twenties aware that after campus there is no way he’s able to build a family or secure a meaningful future with current joblessness. A man is broken by what erodes his dignity and not what bruises his emotions.
Honestly I’m proud of the men that knew their worth and stopped going to clubs because they felt it wasn’t in them. We are waiting for our ladies to catch up so that night clubs can finally go out of business and society can return back to normal.
Peak masculine experience;
1. First heartbreak
2. Ending imposter syndrome
3. Finally understanding your Father
4. Owning your first car
5. Owning your first real estate property
6. Someone calling you “sir” and realizing they mean it with respect
7. Fixing something with your hands that once intimidated you
8. Sitting in silence after a major win, realizing you don’t need to prove anything anymore
9. A younger man seeking your advice and recognizing yourself in him.
10. Accepting the man in the mirror
11. Randomly realizing this is the woman you will marry
12. Becoming successful with your childhood friends
13. Sports team winning a title
14. Watching your kid grow
15. Giving back to your parents
What else would you add?
My X family,
I’ve just watched a video of President Uhuru Kenyatta admitting he’s been battling cancer since last year.
Listening to him, it felt like he was indirectly giving us a goodbye or preparing us for something deeper.
I won’t lie, I felt sorry for him as a fellow human being.
Not as a leader, because his leadership hurt many Kenyans
But as a person facing sickness that pain is real.
Uhuru made many decisions that damaged lives just like ruto is doing worse now, but sickness humbles even the powerful.
It reminds us that no one, not even presidents, can escape the reality of being human.
Let’s not glorify leaders. Let’s learn from their failures and build a country where ordinary people matter more than politicians.
I am Luo ,proud to be a Luo
Let me tell you maina,
Back in 2007(PEV) i was in form one,
I went to school in a place called Kemunye in Kirinyaga (huko kwa watu tunaambiwa ni WA roho chafu)
Despite everything that was going on in the politics world
I was the only Luo student among 600 other students who were all kikuyus
My mom had many friends but most of the lm who have come through for her in her life (she talked of many coming from the central part of Kenya(kikuyus)
Mi nikiambiwa leo ati Kikuyu wako na roho chafu kusema ukweli sielewi kabisaaa
Mi nimesaidika sana na hao hao wakikuyu kwa maisha yangu
Don't buy into such narratives of division among Kenyans
Kibaki brought to us free basic education so that many of us if not all of us can think for themselves kama mtu ameenda shule hata kama ni class 8
Zamani labda tungeingizwa box na tupigane lakini sahii maze tumetoana mbali sana vile politician tu kusimama hapo kwa mic aogee ujinga (tunaakili ya kujua hiyo ni ujinga)
Chukuwa kura yako,Jenga mkenya mwenzako alafu
Hawa mafala(politicians) watupate 2027 tukiwa na Umoja
Utajionea tu mwenyewe vile watanyenyekea
I understand every man has a price
Wacha price yetu wote ikuwe moja
#AbetterKenyaForEverone
We need “internships” for adults who aren’t students.
Career changers and people exploring new fields deserve low-risk ways to gain experience without going back to school.
I just read that the govt plans to commercialize GMO cassava in several counties.
Fellow Kenyans, let’s think about this: when did Kenya ever have a cassava problem?
Why does kenya even need GMO cassavas
Ruto must go is the only solution.
In Kilifi, Kwale, and even Busia, cassava grows freely, healthily, and naturally. It’s ours.
Farmers are even complaining that there’s too much cassava and not enough market.
So why rush to introduce GMO cassava now?
Could this be another Bill Gates-funded experiment disguised as "development"?
This isn’t just about cassava; it affects every farmer, every Kenyan who depends on our food.
Watch closely. I’ll share more about this soon.
Death hits different when you are sitted at the front row of a funeral
If you’ve ever lost a close one, you’d never wish death on anyone.
Let us never again move like the oppressors. Because if we win playing their game then we’ve lost.
RISASI IMEBAKI MOJA , ZAKAYO ASHUKE !!
Rest in peace to all comrades who lost their lives during the Finance Bill Maandamano 2024, the 2025 anniversary, and to those who were forced to disappear by the state for demanding accountability and better governance.
If you happen to know Prof. Henry Embeywa from Machakos University, please make sure that you show him this post.
Here is my story, ....
I joined Machakos University in 2014. The only time I ever managed to pay full school fees was in first year, first semester. After that, life became tough. Really tough.
By second semester, I was already struggling to raise fees. Those days, Machakos uni wasn’t a place where you’d easily be heard, especially if your problem was school fees. My mum was hustling hard, but things just weren’t adding up.
I would study through the semester, but when exams came, sometimes I’d hide and sneak in to do them ..... other times, I just couldn’t sit them. That’s how I ended up with missing marks from year one to year four.
By 2017, I couldn’t continue anymore. I dropped out in my final year, second semester. 💔 I’ve been out here hustling ever since, hoping one day I’d raise enough money to go back and finish. But the more the years passed, the harder life became and the more the dream to resume studies faded.
Then one day, I just decided : let me go back, even without money. I walked into the university hoping for mercy. But almost everyone I spoke to said the same thing:
“ Where have you been all these years? If you left because of fees, you must have cleared now, right?”
And just when I was about to give up again, I met Prof. Henry Embeywa. The Chairman of the department of school of education.
When I told him my story, he didn’t look at me with judgment. He listened, just like a father listening to his son who had lost his way.
This man gave me a second chance. 🙏🏽
He made phone calls to get me re-admitted. He helped me get work-study and even connected me to a bursary. There’s a day we sat together until around 1 a.m. just searching the archives for my missing marks and he wouldn’t rest until everything was sorted.
Now, this story is familiar to everyone who has interacted with Prof. Henry. It’s not just me. The God sent Prof. has helped so many students, especially those struggling financially. He doesn’t just teach, ... he understands, he feels, and he acts.
He is the definition of humility, patience, and compassion. 💙
To many of us who know him, he’s not just a professor. He is our father, a mentor, and a reason we didn’t give up.
May God bless you, Prof. Henry Embeywa. Machakos University is lucky to have you.
(Please keep my identity anonymous — I just wanted the world to know there are still good lecturers out here who truly care.) 🙏🏽