Gore

speak the truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even the dull and ignorant; they too have their story.

[feeble @_wannabe_sad]

why does literally no one on gods green earth tell you that depression causes memory loss

[Wambzizzles @purebuxom]

Petition to have afternoon naps in corporate like we used to in nursery🤣🥹

[Gore @Gore254]

For those of us who won’t make it for descendants… a mix to keep us entertained https://t.co/wZVIBsCSDy

[naiive @naiivememe]

When I was a kid, bedtime was 9 pm. I couldn't wait to be a grownup so I could go to bed anytime I wanted.

Turns out that is 9 pm.

[𝗩𝗶𝗴𝗶𝗹𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗲 𝗩𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘂𝗮𝗿𝗱 @vinguard254]

Listen to this guy recording the video 😂

[Job Mukolwe @MakonenJob15813]

To this day, I still don’t understand why this brother shouted “Raila Odinga” in the middle of his arrest. Indeed, Baba was the enigma. 😂😂 #Jowi

[alli @sonofalli]

babe are you ok? it’s already q4 and you’ve barely touched your “2025 roadmap”

[Knowledge & History @xKnowledgeBANK]

"The world is a book and those who do not travel read only one page"

[⚚Sage @belikesagee]

u let yo bad days affect u too much. u don't let yo good days affect u enough.
fix that.

[positivity moon @arrtnem]

Late replies do not bother me. Most of life is not urgent. Text me when the kettle has cooled and the day stops shouting your name.

I have learned the shape of waiting that is not personal. The phone sleeps face down. The little dots come and go like fish. I load the dishwasher. I fold a shirt that will wrinkle again in ten minutes. The world does not burn because a bubble did not pop on my screen.

Take your time if we are not in love and you do not owe me money. Walk your dog. Miss your stop and laugh. Close your laptop and remember your own temperature. Answer me tomorrow or next week, with crumbs on your sleeve and a screenshot that makes sense of nothing. We are people with spines and errands. I am not a court. You are not on trial.

There are two places where silence grows teeth. Love. And debt.

If we are in love, delay is a weather report. I listen for thunder in the gap. My chest reads your absence like a map with a torn corner. Text me when you can, and if you cannot, let me know you are alive. A single word will do. Here. Breathing. Later. Lovers live inside each other’s nervous systems. Small pauses are not small there. The body counts.

If you owe me money, time is respect with numbers on it. You do not have to write a poem. You do not have to explain your childhood. Tell me a date. Tell me an amount. Keep it. Or ask for a plan that will not bruise you. Ghosting is expensive. It charges interest in distrust. Pay with words first if you cannot pay with cash.

For everyone else, I vote for mercy. I answer when I can and I forgive when you cannot. At 09:14 I am in a queue with a loaf that still remembers the oven. At 12:31 I am in the sun outside a pharmacy, counting my breaths to eight so the day will let me back in slowly. At 23:06 I am a person with a book and a lamp and a face that does not belong to a screen. Your blue bubble can wait. Mine can too.

Late replies are proof that a life is being lived off camera. A seat on a bus. A spill wiped with the good towel by mistake. A kid calling from the other room. A pan that needs two more minutes. It is not neglect, it is oxygen. We are not notifications. We are weather that changes without asking for applause.

When I finally reply, I want to bring a real minute back with me. Not an apology written to impress. A plain sentence that carries heat from a stove or wind from a street. Sorry, I was making soup. Sorry, I was not sorry to be away. Here I am now. What did I miss. Where does it hurt. Where do we begin again.

If we are not braided by love, if we are not tied by debt, take your time. Take it fully. Give it back clean. I will meet you where the day lets us both breathe.

[Sinethemba. @cnehshuga]

They don’t give any 😭 you get questioned until you fix your own problems

[P² @DreMacsAMillion]

I can’t believe we became the adults in the most unaffordable period in history.

[victoria ♀️ @fatfabfeminist]

“inconvenience is the cost of community” I repeat to myself as I climb 6 flights of stairs for my friends birthday party for her cat

[𓆩♡𓆪 GODS FAVORITE 𓆩♡𓆪 @soulaaangel]

one thing about us

[Son of a Farmer. @mutange_vin]

The big middol finger to our Nobel Laureate.

[Phannie A. Kwegah 🇰🇪 @MissKwegah1]

Listen to this.

Does it sound familiar???

[Lynn Ngugi @lynn_ngugi1]

When Murkomen vowed to protect police officers “come what may,” this is exactly what he meant. protecting them even as they brutalize citizens in broad daylight. Today, we’ve seen it clearly, uniformed officers standing idly as a Kenyan is dragged into a police station ,the same stations they falsely claimed were torched by protesters, not the hired goons they unleashed.

Let me repeat what I said before,Murkomen’s shoot-to-kill order and the police station propaganda were nothing but a calculated excuse ,an elaborate setup to justify cold-blooded executions and unrestrained police violence.

Today, more civilians have been murdered. Not rioters. Not looters. Innocent Kenyans shot in their own backyards. Unprovoked. Tomorrow, they will do worse and they are counting on your silence.

Don’t wait for the bullet to find you before you speak. Don’t wait until it’s your child’s blood on the pavement. What we are witnessing is state terrorism. And history will remember not just those who pulled the trigger but those who stayed silent.

Video courtesy.