Bottom line:
This story is not about pretending everything is fine. It’s about discipline under pressure:
• Control your mouth
• Control your direction
• Take your problem to the right place
• Stay there until something changes
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This is a cow horn ,wise Kikuyu elders call it "nyaùndù" which roughly translated means "to disturb". This is reserved for greedy men during ceremonies, one of this is about one liter ,the gready man is given 3 in quick succession and very soon he is black out drunk leaving the other men free to enjoy their drink and talk long into the night using goat horns which are smaller . Sometimes acts of extreme generosity Carry malice you should learn to discern.
I recently walked into a vacated spa and salon that had shut down <1 yr from rent arrears. It told a very quiet but expensive story. From my estimates, over KES 2M had been spent on design and fittings.
Before you quit your 9–5 here are hard truths you must confront first...🧵
I have had more abuse on this platform than anywhere else but I still oppose any attempt by government to ban or control X. It is not their job to protect us from opinions. Free speech means just that, free.
Censorship only protects those in power who have something to hide. And that is exactly why they want X silenced. And that is exactly why it must not.
Aliko Dangote started a telecommunication company and failed.
He also started a textile company and failed terribly.
He started a Dangote Airlines and failed a few months later.
He then started a tomato sauce factory that also failed after a few months of operation.
Aliko Dangote this time started Dangote Millers which he failed to maintain and ended up selling it to South African company for $200m before buying it back at half the price he sold it.
This time Dangote started Dangote cement which became his first successful business. Sugar business followed and so did oil refinery.
Failing doesn't mean you won't succeed, it means you're learning.
I'm a big fan of the "GPS Theory" when you miss a turn, your GPS doesn't judge you, it recalculates. No matter how many detours you take, it finds another way forward. Life works like that too. You'll make mistakes, but your destination doesn't vanish. The route just changes.
I have filed a Constitutional Petition No. E757 of 2025 in the High Court to defend the integrity of Kenya’s presidential election process and to uphold the Constitution of Kenya, 2010.
This petition challenges the unconstitutional establishment and operation of the National Tallying Centre during presidential elections, as well as Sections 39, 39(1C), 39(1G) of the Elections Act and Regulation 83(2) of the Elections (General) Regulations.
The Constitution is clear:
✔️ Presidential results are tallied, verified, and declared at the 290 constituencies, and those results are final and binding.
✔️ The role of the @IEBCKenya Chairperson under Article 138(10) is strictly clerical; to add up constituency results and declare the winner.
❌ The Chairperson cannot verify, re-tally, alter, or overturn any constituency result.
❌ No law or regulation may introduce a second layer of verification at county or national level.
Yet, current laws and @IEBCKenya practice unlawfully create a parallel system of verification at the National Tallying Centre, which:
• Treats final constituency results as provisional;
• Enables interference, manipulation, and delays;
• Undermines transparency and fuels mistrust;
• Violates the people’s sovereign will as expressed at the constituency level.
This petition seeks, among other declarations:
🔹 Abolition of the National Tallying Centre as currently constituted;
🔹 Quashing of unconstitutional provisions in the Elections Act and Regulations;
🔹 Immediate public posting of final constituency results at each constituency;
🔹 Removal of illegal verification powers from County Returning Officers and the IEBC Chairperson;
🔹 Restoration of strict compliance with Articles 86 and 138 of the Constitution.
If successful, this petition will fundamentally transform the management of presidential elections from 2027 onwards, ensuring a transparent, decentralised, and constitutionally faithful process with no “Bomas drama” and no ambiguity.
Our democracy must be anchored not on improvised systems, but on the letter and spirit of our Constitution. This petition is part of my continued commitment to defend the rule of law, protect the sovereign will of the people, and secure free, fair, and credible elections.
"My name's Raymond. I'm 73. I work the parking lot at St. Joseph's Hospital. Minimum wage, orange vest, a whistle I barely use. Most people don't even look at me. I'm just the old man waving cars into spaces.
But I see everything.
Like the black sedan that circled the lot every morning at 6 a.m. for three weeks. Young man driving, grandmother in the passenger seat. Chemotherapy, I figured. He'd drop her at the entrance, then spend 20 minutes hunting for parking, missing her appointments.
One morning, I stopped him. "What time tomorrow?"
"6:15," he said, confused.
"Space A-7 will be empty. I'll save it."
He blinked. "You... you can do that?"
"I can now," I said.
Next morning, I stood in A-7, holding my ground as cars circled angrily. When his sedan pulled up, I moved. He rolled down his window, speechless. "Why?"
"Because she needs you in there with her," I said. "Not out here stressing."
He cried. Right there in the parking lot.
Word spread quietly. A father with a sick baby asked if I could help. A woman visiting her dying husband. I started arriving at 5 a.m., notebook in hand, tracking who needed what. Saved spots became sacred. People stopped honking. They waited. Because they knew someone else was fighting something bigger than traffic.
But here's what changed everything, A businessman in a Mercedes screamed at me one morning. "I'm not sick! I need that spot for a meeting!"
"Then walk," I said calmly. "That space is for someone whose hands are shaking too hard to grip a steering wheel."
He sped off, furious. But a woman behind him got out of her car and hugged me. "My son has leukemia," she sobbed. "Thank you for seeing us."
The hospital tried to stop me. "Liability issues," they said. But then families started writing letters. Dozens. "Raymond made the worst days bearable." "He gave us one less thing to break over."
Last month, they made it official. "Reserved Parking for Families in Crisis." Ten spots, marked with blue signs. And they asked me to manage it.
But the best part? A man I'd helped two years ago, his mother survived, came back. He's a carpenter. Built a small wooden box, mounted it by the reserved spaces. Inside? Prayer cards, tissues, breath mints, and a note,
"Take what you need. You're not alone. -Raymond & Friends"
People leave things now. Granola bars. Phone chargers. Yesterday, someone left a hand-knitted blanket.
I'm 73. I direct traffic in a hospital parking lot. But I've learned this: Healing doesn't just happen in operating rooms. Sometimes it starts in a parking space. When someone says, "I see your crisis. Let me carry this one small piece."
So pay attention. At the grocery checkout, the coffee line, wherever you are. Someone's drowning in the little things while fighting the big ones.
Hold a door. Save a spot. Carry the weight no one else sees.
It's not glamorous. But it's everything."
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Credit: Mary Nelson
At least once a week, do one thing that feels way out of your league. Apply for a job you don’t qualify for, send a high stakes proposal, shoot your shot.
Major cheat code in life: Knowing which hills aren't worth dying on. Spending time on trivial disagreements is expensive. Wasting your breath, energy, or focus simply isn't worth it. Learn to move on fast. If it won't matter in 5 days, don't let it steal 5 minutes.