Everyone responsible for the state of this country gathered in one place, dressed to the nines, dancing and celebrating the First Daughter’s wedding, while the rest of us are online tearing each other apart over the mess they have created.
I think the most painful part about fighting for change is watching people you genuinely believed were part of the movement slowly water it down, shake hands with murderers, laugh with them, sit comfortably around the very oppressors they once condemned, then come back with all sorts of explanations and excuses for why they were there, why it was necessary and why we shouldn’t read too much into it. And you’re left wondering, was any of this ever real, or were some of these people simply well calculated psyops from the very beginning?
And then you find yourself asking an even harder question, are the lives we lost not personal to you? Because for some of us, they are. We remember the young people who lost their lives fighting for a better country, the families that had to bury their children, the blood that was spilled, and maybe that’s why it’s so difficult to understand how someone who stood beside you through all of that can suddenly sit comfortably, laugh and shake hands with the very people we were fighting against 🥹
And somewhere along the way, you begin to understand why people like Patrice Lumumba, Dedan Kimathi, Thomas Sankara and so many other African heroes were killed so brutally. It wasn’t always because they didn’t have people around them. Many did. The problem was that some of the very people they believed they were fighting alongside had already sold out long before the fight was over.
Perhaps that is one of the hardest truths about fighting for change, eventually you realise that people really do have a price. Politics is indeed a dirty game, and I have a feeling 2027 will expose even more about people’s character.
But I really hope the few who genuinely believe in change don’t give up. Is it easy? Absolutely not. But I believe there is something deeply fulfilling about knowing that even if you died today, you never sold out, never shook hands with murderers and never became comfortable with people who have blood on their hands simply because they offered you money, access or power. Does that make you a hero? Absolutely not. It simply means you remained honest about what you stood for.
And eventually, when money no longer matters, when power no longer matters and when all the noise has died down, I think being able to live with yourself knowing you never betrayed what you believed in is what will matter most.
WANTAM!
Kumbe the same police killer of Dr. Mutiso is the same guy who was spotted in Nandi harassing youths who were playing pool. A rogue police killer will always be a killer
This is Elijah Kibelion Kimoi, the one who pulled the trigger in the killing of Dr. Victoria Mutiso. This police officer belongs to those killer squads whose job is simply to get paid and go carry out murders. After committing the killing, he goes online to post about how much he loves his wife and children. In other words, he ends the life of someone whose family depended on them, while his own family remains perfectly fine, all while believing he can keep destroying other families without ever being exposed. On his social media platforms he carefully cultivated the image of an ordinary, law-abiding citizen and dedicated professional, when in reality the situation on the ground was completely different. This man reported to a superior named Kenneth Kipkemboi Sang, who received the payment and assigned the dirty work to Kibelion. Some time ago, Riggy G stated that Kasongo had formed a police killer squad made up exclusively of Kalenjins.
Nah. The poverty levels in Kilifi should be a crime. Kids are on the road begging for water from tourists. WATER!!! Tf? I was like - what do you mean water when there's a fresh water river entering the sea right there? Kilifi governors nini shida yenu kweli? Maji?
They came in civilian clothes.
No uniform. No badge. Just cold eyes and the sound of engines outside the house at 2 pm.🚔
That is how many Kenyan families describe the moment their sons, brothers, or daughters disappeared under this government.
June 2024. Rex Masai, 29, was shot in the thigh in the CBD while running from tear gas. He bled out. A plain-clothes officer was later named. His mother still waits for justice that has never arrived.
Then came the wave. Young faces on WhatsApp groups one day, missing the next. Mothers searching mortuaries with photos. Fathers checking every unmarked vehicle. KNCHR and rights groups counted dozens of enforced disappearances.
Some came back dumped on roadsides, broken and terrified. Others never came back at all.
Albert Ojwang, a teacher and blogger, was arrested by DCI officers and was dead in Central Police Station within hours. The autopsy spoke of torture. The streets burned again. More bodies. More silence.
And still, the numbers kept climbing, over a hundred police killings in most years, with young men in Nairobi the main targets.
Then came June 2026. All Saints Cathedral. A peaceful budget forum. Hired goons on motorbikes. CCTV caught everything.
One of the captured men later confessed that police in civilian clothes were inside the group, giving orders and directing the attack on ordinary Kenyans inside a church.
This is no longer just "excessive force."
This is a system where the same people sworn to protect you can put on plain clothes, climb into unmarked cars, and decide who lives, who disappears, and who gets paid to attack the rest.
The mothers are still waiting.
The files are still open.
The fear is still real.
If this has touched your family, your friend, or your street, say it here.
Tell their names.
The silence is what they want.
Don't give it to
And this govt must go
Day 13 of #RemindThem
Bridget Wainaina Njoki, shot and killed by William Ruto's killer militia in there home while watching the television.
#RutoMustGo