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@NairobiWater someone to reach out to me...this water runs like this even for weeks. I don't think the owner pays for it and it's just not right for us to waste such a precious resource. I can confirm its not borehole water but official govt supply. They refuse to fix this
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On my way to the car wash I saw a young man lying on the grass alone, cold, finished.
At first I dismissed him. “Drunk.” That’s what we’ve been trained to think. Blame the victim. Move on.
But something inside me refused. I woke him up.
He wasn’t drunk.
He wasn’t high.
He wasn’t sick.
He was exhausted. Exhausted with life.
DENNIS NGAO 0795400561 works at a mattress company along Njiru–Mwiki road. Today there was no work. “Go home,” they told him as if home feeds you. As if rent waits. As if hunger understands excuses.
He walks from Sunton to Njiru every single day because even fare is a luxury. Sad. He makes mattresses the very symbol of comfort yet he cannot afford rest. He builds softness for others while sleeping on grass like a discarded animal.
And then he shocked me even more.
Born again Christian. No alcohol. No drugs. No crime. Just prayer and hard work.
Prayer and hard work.
That sentence broke me.
I got into my car and I cried. Not soft tears. The kind that tear your chest open. Because out here, people are drowning quietly. Good people. Disciplined people. Believing people. Hard-working people.
Meanwhile, the children of power dine like royalty. They travel for fun. They flash money like confetti. They don’t know what it means to choose between lunch and bus fare. They don’t know what it means to walk kilometers because a hundred shillings is the difference between food and hunger.
There are two Kenyas.
One Kenya eats.
One Kenya survives.
One Kenya sleeps on orthopedic mattresses.
One Kenya sleeps on grass.
And we are told to be patient. To clap. To sing. To fight tribal wars for people whose children will never queue for casual labor.
Enough.
2027 is not about slogans. It is not about party colors. It is not about who shouts louder. It is about dignity. It is about whether a young man who works honestly must collapse on roadside grass because the system has squeezed him dry.
It is about whether leadership in Kenya serves the powerful few or protects the struggling majority.
We will vote like our lives depend on it because they do.
We will vote like hunger is on the ballot because it is.
We will vote like dignity is on the ballot because it is.
No more emotional blackmail.
No more tribal hypnosis.
No more celebrating crumbs while our youth break under silent suffering.
That young man on the grass is not a statistic. He is Kenya.
And if this nation does not change course, more of our brothers will sleep on grass while the powerful sleep in silk.
Let this pain burn.
Let it wake us up.
Let it turn into resolve.
Because a country that makes its hardworking sons cry on the roadside has lost its moral right to comfort.
2027 is not a game. It is survival. Turushie kijana za cabbage and may God open his ways.
It pains me deeply to see what has become of some of the brightest minds I know. Four of my campus friends young men full of promise are now sharing a small one bedroom house two years after graduation. One holds a B.Ed in Physics and Chemistry. Another earned a BSc in Computer Science. The third studied B.Ed Mathematics and Business. The last one scored an A and went on to graduate with a degree in Actuarial Science. These are not ordinary qualifications. These are degrees that require discipline, intelligence, and sacrifice.Yet today, one is surviving through photography gigs. Another is selling eggs. The others are working as waiters in a mabati hotel. Honest work is dignified, yes but is this what they studied for? Is this the return on years of tuition fees, HELB loans, sleepless nights, and national investment in education? Does it not hurt to watch such potential underutilized?
'ODM is a democratic Party and it MUST remain so. If Sifuna says his mind and you dont agree with him, the solution can not be kicking him out.'
-The late Raila Odinga