I have just seen a message that my ATM card is about to expire ,I haven't seen it for a few years, but once in a while I see it's been used in a supermarket, a petrol station, an ATM somewhere and most often an mpesa in thigio . This is how I know where the chairlady is .mine is to put more money .
The last underwear I bought was a blue underwear back in 1980 after hapo I just find new ones kwa nyumba . The only thing I buy myself are socks and thats because those guys come where men are .
But you have to understand that to get a kings treatment you have to create a palace ,queens dnt live in a circus .
A grown ass man uko studio unapiga pozi za kisenge instead of going to the library one last time uweke vitabu za women rights and LGBTQ rights on the comedy section like a real nigga
Politicians can donate millions to support churches but our hospital lacks a working x-ray machine, IV antibiotics and proper hand washing equipments.
Where do they get all these money to donate?
Priorities hii nchi iko wapi jameni?
Time ya Bob Collymore Waiyaki Way had enough customer service that they could even reply to jokes on the TL.
Saahi ni kama hawajafungua hata shift. Their last replied tweet is like 10hrs ago. Maybe their internal system is down too?
Huko kwa calls it’s worse hehe. Kwanza Home Fibre hu work from home. You call unaskia watoto wakicheza hapo nyuma. That’s after listening to their annoying ads for 1hr straight on hold.
That house is a mess.
Samburu Referral Hospital has no water, the governor was the one who was asked questions in the Senate akasema amesahau glasses zake home and activated Kipchoge mode.
Kondoos went ahead and performed 'tambiko' to cleanse him.
Now kondoos are suffering in their underfunded hospital as the boss is laughing at them.
I attended court where the victim was a 63-year-old man who used his KSh 3.5 million pension to buy a minibus. His friend connected him to a seller, and the car worth KSh 5 million was given on terms that daily earnings would service the KSh 1.5 million balance, after which it would fully belong to him.
All was well until three months later when auctioneers repossessed the minibus. On inquiry, he was told the seller had taken a loan and used the same vehicle as security. He was now required to pay KSh 9.5 million to recover it.
The ordeal caused him severe stress and high blood pressure. His chidren dropped out of school and he has been in and out hospital for months.He lost all his pension and later discovered his own friend had conspired with the seller.
Trust no one. Question everything. Do thorough due diligence.
Last weekend, many doctors travelled to Bondo to stand with a colleague and friend as he laid his father to rest. It was meant to be a day of mourning, remembrance, and community.
Then, right outside Yieke Primary School where the send-off ceremony was taking place, tragedy struck.
We heard a scream. Then a crash followed by silence.
People rushed towards the scene to find a child lying unconscious, one man bleeding profusely, and another injured and struggling to walk. In moments like these, instinct takes over. Doctors are trained to save lives, and several immediately stepped forward to help.
The unconscious child was rushed to hospital on a motorbike. Not because it was the safest way to transport a trauma patient, but because it was the only option available in that moment. Another doctor offered his personal vehicle to transport the severely injured man to this same Bondo Sub-County Hospital. Several other doctors followed behind, hoping that once the patients arrived, they would receive the emergency care they desperately needed.
That is when the nightmare began. The doctors arrived at the hospital only to discover that there were no gloves. No basic emergency supplies. No essential medications needed to stabilize critically injured patients. Doctors who had travelled hundreds of kilometres from Nairobi for a funeral suddenly found themselves pooling their own money to purchase the most basic necessities required to save lives. Just imagine that.
Critically injured patients and healthcare workers willing and ready to help. Yet the system had failed at the most fundamental level.
That is why it is difficult not to feel a deep sense of fury when we see state-of-the-art funeral parlor being commissioned in facilities that cannot guarantee gloves, emergency drugs, or basic trauma supplies.
The purpose of a health system is first and foremost to preserve life. Dignified care in death matters, but it should never come before the essentials needed to save the living.
As a country, we should be deeply troubled by this because too often we lack the basics that make the difference between life and death.
Wanaume hutuma girlfriend allowance lazima wafuatishe text ya kuuliza kama amepata juu dem huwa anaona mpesa message anaclick anarusha simu huko just to send a warning that your subscription was almost overdue.
No, standard masonry hoop iron cannot be safely used as a lightning arrestor rod or down conductor jomba.
Hyo hoop iron is far too thin (say 16-gauge, around 1.5 mm thick), na a direct lightning strike would instantly melt it, that's if you've witnessed one.
Hoop iron is only and should only be used primarily in construction and masonry to reinforce walls, tie down roofing materials, and secure structural joints.
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