Every morning,
You meet men crawling from prison.
Their shirts look like they were pulled from a bottle.
Their pair of trousers are worn out,
Their faces are long and sad,
Their masculine energy is fading. They walk tired, gazing into an emptiness.
These are men stuck in houses where their wives terrorize them.
They sit in these houses because they are afraid to leave.
They built nothing that belongs to them. They own nothing. Just children who have been strategically weaponized against him.
When they retire from civil service or as teachers or as employees in Indian-owned companies, they resign themselves to fate, enduring insults and mistreatment from their domineering wives.
Their only hope is to sit at the bus terminus, betting and gambling, hoping to undo their years of financial losses.
But it gets worse, they suffer hypertension, diabetes and prostate enlargement.
They become a burden to their families, and they are abandoned in the corner of the house to nurse a chronic ailment.
Their years of sacrifice get swept away by comments from their children,
"Our father spent years drinking and entertaining hoodrats. It is our mother who took us to school."
Or their wives,
"When other men were building wealth, what were you doing? I can't continue living with you."
Yet, his productive years were spent on providing for the family without fail.
Pain and agony, as he counts his last breaths.
Then, one day, the sun will rise without him.
The main door of the house will open without his cough.
His chair at the corner will wait for his warmth, but it won't come.
His legacy gets buried deep with his regrets.
Forgotten.
In the ruins of his sunk-cost fallacy.
If you are a man reading this, start building your fallback architecture now.
Remember,
You can lie down for people to walk on you, and they will still complain that you aren't flat enough.
Your independence, in old age, is your wealth.
WAKE UP!
Eti Ruto should not build roads and stadiums because it will not bring back the dead GenZs.
Kwani choosing Gachagua and Sifuna will resurrect the dead GenZs?
Mnakuanga na ufala sana.
President William Ruto’s life in politics has been one long storm.
He has never known calm waters since he joined politics 29 years ago.
In 1997, he walked in as a nobody. Moi tried to slam the door on him. He had no family name but only ambition and a village boy’s hunger.
In 2002, he stood by Moi’s project and watched humiliation crush them when Kibaki’s wave swept the nation.
By 2005, he locked arms with Raila to fight Kibaki’s referendum.
They won, but victory was brief. ODM was born, and he became a Pentagon soldier.
In 2007, Raila lost after the presidential outcome was bungled, and Kenya was thrown into chaos.
Raila later shook hands with Kibaki, and Ruto was kicked out, alone.
They dragged him to The Hague, branded him an ICC indictee, and tried to bury his name under crimes against humanity.
He walked back home, dusted off the dirt, and rose as Deputy President.
He gave Uhuru two victories. In return, Uhuru kept him close only to dump him once the second term was safe.
The state turned its guns on him. His office budget and duties were slashed.
His allies were hunted, and Uhuru himself stood on podiums and called him every name in the book.
By some miracle, Ruto scraped past Raila in 2022, only 200k votes standing between him and political death.
Even then, the war didn’t stop. They poured every resource into breaking him.
Every TV station, every headline, every radio show was weaponized for smear campaigns.
In 2024, the knife came from his own house. His own deputy, Rigathi Gachagua, turned. The man who should have guarded his back joined the enemies trying to saw off his legs.
One year to the next election, and still not a kind word. Not even for the affordable houses rising from the slums, or the roads finally cutting through areas long ignored.
No president, anywhere on earth, has been insulted so openly by his own leaders and citizens.
They have branded Ruto with every filthy name they can invent.
A friend of mine has been running a company for 30 years,
The moment he gives control to his son, everything collapses.
In 3 years, the company shut down and lost everything.
When I ask my friend if he regrets anything,
He smiled and said this: