When Lynda Holt launched Capital FM in 1996, she revolutionized the way radio content was produced and consumed in Kenya. Because of her, KBC also introduced Metro FM which I joined as a trainee in 1997.
I joined Capiroo in 2003 and spent the next 13 years there with in-between stints as an anchor on KTN and as the founder GM for K24.
This afternoon, I go back to celebrate 30 years of The Best Mix of Music. I look forward to doing The Capital Report at 6pm.
Jobs are stressful. So is unemployment. Not finding a partner is stressful. So is having one. Working in an office is stressful. So is working with your hands. Having 50 clients is stressful. So is having none. Life is full of trade-offs. Don’t romanticise options you don’t know.
National Treasury Building, Nairobi City County
Friday , January 23, 2026
PS WAGUNDA HOSTS KISM AND KISEB CHIEF EXECUTIVES
The Principal Secretary for Public Investments and Assets Management Mr. Cyrell Wagunda today hosted Mr. Kenneth Matiba, MBS and Dr. Fred Ongisa, FKISM, the Chief Executive Officers (CEOs) of the Kenya Institute of Supplies Management ( @kismgt)
and Kenya Institute of Supplies Examination Board (KISEB)
(@KisebOfficial) respectively who paid him a courtesy visit at his Treasury Building office in Nairobi.
The meeting was aimed at apprising the PS on the status of the Institute and the Examination Board.
The discussions centred on strategic policy and institutional issues aimed at enhancing the capacity of the twin institutions to efficiently and effectively discharge their core mandate.
#servicedelivery
#DeliveringThePlan
#leadershipdevelopment
#sdpiamdelivers
I’ve been a mechanic for 30 years. I’ve seen it all. But last Friday, a woman pulled in driving a beat-up 2005 Honda Odyssey. It sounded like a bag of marbles in a blender. She had three kids in the back, all under the age of six. The car was packed with bags. Not grocery bags—suitcases.
"It's making a noise," she said, trying to keep her voice steady. "I just need it to get to my sister's in Denver. That's 400 miles." I popped the hood. It wasn't good. Alternator was shot, serpentine belt was hanging by a thread, and the water pump was leaking. Parts and labor? Minimum $800.
I walked back to the waiting room. She was counting change out of a Ziploc bag to buy the kids a soda from the vending machine. She looked terrified. "Ma'am," I said. She jumped. "Is it bad? I have... I have $60."
I looked at her. I looked at the kids. I saw the bruise on her arm she was trying to hide with a long sleeve. I knew that look. She wasn't just visiting her sister. She was escaping. If I told her the truth, she’d be stranded here.
I took a deep breath. "Well," I said, wiping my greasy hands on a rag. "It's a simple fix. Loose wire. And... uh... there was a recall on these belts. Manufacturer pays for it. You're actually lucky you came in."
Her shoulders dropped about five inches. "Really?" "Yep. 'Standard Warranty Policy.' Takes about two hours. Why don't you take the kids to the diner next door? On me. We have a... coupon."
I spent the next three hours replacing the alternator, the belt, and the pump. I filled the gas tank. I put new wipers on. I paid for the parts out of my own retirement jar.
When she came back, I handed her the keys and a receipt that said $0.00. "You're good to go," I said. She looked at the receipt, then at me. She knew. You don't get a full tank of gas from a loose wire. She grabbed my hand, squeezing it hard. She didn't say thank you. She just whispered, "You just saved my life."
I watched that van limp onto the highway, running smoother than it had in years. My boss walked up behind me. "You didn't charge her, did you? That's coming out of your paycheck, Mike." "Take it," I said, lighting a cigarette. "Best money I ever spent."
Some repairs aren't about cars. They're about giving someone the mileage they need to start over.
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Wishing you all a season filled with love, laughter, and warmth! May your holidays be merry and bright, and the new year bring exciting opportunities, happiness, and growth.
What the fuck is up with people in this country having absolutely NO spatial awareness in supermarkets? Why is your trolley sideways blocking the aisle? Why are you standing near the entrance looking around as if it’s your first time on earth? MOVEEEEEE
🗣️ "Everyone back home in my country are going crazy!"
David Munyua reflects on creating one of the most incredible stories in World Darts Championship history! 👇
#WCDarts
I am deeply humbled to be conferred the Fellowship of the Kenya Institute of Supplies Management (FKISM) (the highest professional recognition awarded to individuals who have made outstanding and lasting contributions to the supply chain profession).
💛✨Happy Birthday To Me! 💛✨
This past year stretched me, strengthened me, and reminded me of God’s faithfulness in every season. I am deeply grateful for grace, for family, for friends, for growth, and for the favour that continues to guide my steps.
I am stepping into a new year more grounded, more hopeful, and more aligned with God’s plan for my life.
One thing remains constant, a desire to mentor the next generation of leaders, shape Africa’s rise on the global stage, and make a meaningful impact.
Here’s to new beginnings, renewed strength, and showing up fully where I’m called.
#ItsMyBirthday
Then, the true royalty of the road glides past: a boda boda. A prophet of chaos on two wheels. The rider, blessed with the situational awareness of a housefly and the immortality complex of a Greek god, threads a needle that simply does not exist.
Two passengers cling to his frame—one a terrified barnacle, the other a relaxed tourist on a safari of near-death experiences. Helmets? Of course not. That would be an admission of mortality, and the journey must be undertaken on faith alone.
Chronicles from the Back Seat
7:00 PM. James Gichuru Road.
The metal beast I’m entombed in is called The Phenom, a name painted in flaking letters that once believed in themselves. Inside, it smells of hope, sweat, and diesel fumes.