One harsh reality about Luo Nyanza is that Raila’s political dominance often shielded incompetent politicians from accountability.
For a long time, the electorate had limited influence over who actually got elected, because political loyalty mattered more than performance.
Aura farming. No one wants to be embarrassing, no one wants to be cringe. Everyone wants to look stoic and detached. Always doing less so to not be ashamed when it doesn’t work out.
Boma Yangu savers have withdrawn over Sh2.7 billion of the Sh5.4 billion saved under the housing scheme, citing delays in house allocations and concerns over project delivery.
The Blindsight device from Neuralink will enable even those who have lost both eyes and their optic nerve to see.
Provided the visual cortex is intact, it will even enable those who have been blind from birth to see for the first time.
To set expectations correctly, the vision will be at first be low resolution, like Atari graphics, but eventually it has the potential be better than natural vision and enable you to see in infrared, ultraviolet or even radar wavelengths, like Geordi La Forge.
Much appreciated, @US_FDA!
I don't know who needs to hear this but the economy is hard and people are literally fighting for their lives. Stop asking them to prioritize you. Prioritize yourself in your own life.
Beats me why @Safaricom_Care got rid of the live phone call assistance option. Siku hizi unapewa hizo auto attendants zenye zikona limited options, kama Yako haiko hapo itabidi ueleke jiwe
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You’re out of a job and Mama Junior doesn’t know. Mama Junior, your stay-at-home wife who means the world to you. You keep telling her you will build her flats in Kinoo, you keep saying that these are her last days using matatus because you’re about to make her Auntie-wa-Harrier. But you live in a crummy bedsitter in Roysambu and her hair hasn’t seen a salon in the last three months.
Junior doesn’t know you’re jobless either. Your ten-year-old son who looks up to you like you’re a superhero. Yet his school uniform has holes and he can’t remember the last time he had meat on his plate. “Hii sukuma na ugali itamea kwa tumbo.” You heard him complaining one day and you wanted to join him until you remembered that you were the provider in the house.
They say you can tell a lot about a man by how he takes care of his family and you are dangerously close to the word “deadbeat,” you realize while lying on the couch after a long day of tarmacking with nothing to show for it.
What will happen after your savings dry up? You’re already dreading borrowing loans from family and friends. Is this the end, what will Mama Junior tell people? You wonder.
That job you had was draining you, you got another one and it was a bad fit. The 9-5 thing might not be for you. You tap your Tecno screen awake and as you scroll, you come across an affordable Freelance Writing Masterclass. You could take it, make your own hours, and be your own boss, you think. This is the real world, not La-La-Land you need a 9-5, doubt clouds your judgment and you make a point to tarmac again tomorrow.
Distractions
The thought of a proper job that involves following protocol, being overworked and underpaid gives you a headache. The stress of it all makes your mind wander. They say an idle mind is the devil's workshop and you find yourself looking up Tracy’s raunchy pictures on Instagram. Your fun, crazy EX whose “Hey” DM’s you have been ignoring. But now you feel as if Mara Moja might be found in between her thighs.
You scroll to the next photo and the Freelance Writing Masterclass pops up again. You decide to look it up on a whim. It covers everything from writing and editing, finding clients to pricing.
You pick up your old campus Dell Laptop. You don’t know where the week went, and neither do you feel the need to reply to Tracy’s DM’s because you just finished the Masterclass and got your first paying gig.
You are getting paid by the hour and in dollars to write articles for websites, scripts for YouTube, and posts for Twitter. After you convert your weekly pay your face breaks into a wide smile because the figure reads like a phone number.
“Baba Junior, what’s so funny?” It’s Mama Junior.
“I’m just happy,” you say and she looks at you strangely. Like Morgan Heritage, she hasn’t seen anything to smile about for a long while.
“Naenda soko to buy sukuma,” she says.
“Ongeza kaquarter,” you say while handing her some money, still unbelieving that you’re making that much money, and a smile breaks across her face for the first time in a long time. “Nunulia junior Oreo pia.” You add her some more money and she giggles like a teenager.
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Two years after that Mama Junior drives her Harrier around Kinoo looking for land, and you drive Junior to his private school in your newly minted Nissan Teana. “Daddy, daddy, utaniletea sister wa kucheza na yeye lini?” he asks innocently. “Hivi karibuni,” you say confidently no longer intimidated by the question.
Mama Junior is growing rounder and rounder. The doctor says it's a girl. You have agreed to name her Zawadi, which means gift. You have also decided to give your family another gift. A trip to Dubai.
As you board Kenya Airways your iPhone trills with a message, it is Tracy with her “Hey’s.” You sit in business class while looking at the message before you delete it and block her on all platforms. You look at your family and at the life you have and you’re grateful for responding to that Freelance Writing Masterclass.
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