I know the Sower never wastes a tear
So I’ll wait Long as heaven takes One day I’ll see
The joy You make of this ‘Cause ain’t nothing gonna stop Your faithfulness
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A sower never wastes a tear 🙏
Your TV might be one of 216,000,000 LG smart TVs sold worldwide.
Researchers rooted one and pulled plain text transcripts of what people said in the room.
It kept recording while the screen looked off.
If your TV can do that, it’s time to look at everything else on your desk👇🏻
Unpopular Arsenal opinion: I actually want Chelsea to score first today.
Not because I trust them, but because I want to see what this Arsenal team looks like when the game finally goes against the script.
Hussein Mohamed, my Friend.
The agenda and plan is simple and straightforward: remove William Ruto through the ballot, and replace him with Edwin Sifuna.
I know it is difficult for you people at State House to comprehend simple straightforward democratic concepts but that is your problem.
We once said ODM needed Edwin Sifuna more than Sifuna needed ODM, mkadhani ni jokes. The last person to command Kakamega this much on separate occasions was Baba and now sifuna has made it his bedroom.
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Lost my phone at the office and spent 30 minutes turning the place over. Find My was disabled by MDM.
Out of ideas, I asked Claude how I could find it. It suggested tracking the Bluetooth signal strength, then wrote me a meter in about a minute.
I walked around watching the number climb. Found it.
Apparently you can just make the tool you need now.
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Watching Ruto speak about investor confidence, economic recovery and booming opportunities sometimes feels like watching The Truman Show, where one man lives inside a carefully manufactured world and everyone surrounding him helps keep the illusion alive.
Truman wakes up each morning believing his peaceful town is real, never knowing that the houses, roads, weather, news and people around him are all part of a giant television production controlled from behind the scenes.
Ruto appears to wake up inside a similar political production, where advisers arrive with attractive charts, ministers praise economic growth, bloggers celebrate imaginary achievements and officials assure him that Kenyans are finally enjoying the fruits of his policies.
Outside that carefully managed set, businesses are closing, workers are losing jobs, traders are being buried under taxes and people who once supported entire families are now borrowing money for food, rent and school fees.
In Truman’s world, his wife, best friend, neighbours and colleagues are actors who know the truth but continue playing their roles, smiling at him and repeating reassuring lines whenever he begins suspecting that something is wrong.
Ruto has Cabinet Secretaries, economic advisers, governors, MPs and government propagandists doing exactly that, constantly telling him the economy is performing well, even when almost every Kenyan knows someone whose life has collapsed under his government.
Whenever Truman attempts to escape his artificial town, the producers create traffic jams, accidents, storms and frightening warnings meant to push him back into the comfortable lie they have built around him.
Whenever Kenyans challenge Ruto’s economic story, his government produces another excuse involving global conditions, past governments, dishonest traders, lazy young people or citizens who supposedly cannot recognise the opportunities surrounding them.
The illusion begins collapsing when Truman notices a studio light falling from the sky, people repeating the same movements and a radio station accidentally describing his exact location as he drives through town.
Ruto’s falling studio lights are the empty shops, auctioned homes, unpaid salaries, struggling schools, closed businesses and formerly comfortable Kenyans who have suddenly been reduced to begging relatives and friends for survival.
The clearest sign that the set is collapsing is that the economic success Ruto describes cannot be found anywhere outside government speeches, political rallies, State House dinners and businesses owned by people close to his administration.
The only people who appear to recognise this booming economy are Ruto, his friends, government contractors and officials whose salaries, allowances, tenders and lifestyles are protected by the same taxpayers being told to tighten their belts.
In The Truman Show, millions watching from outside understand that Truman’s world is fake, but the man living at the centre of it remains trapped inside the story created for him by people benefiting from the production.
That is Ruto’s Kenya today, a giant political studio where those surrounding the President keep reading from the investor-confidence script, even as the real country outside the cameras becomes poorer, angrier and more desperate.
The question is whether Ruto genuinely believes the production around him, or whether he knows the economy is collapsing for ordinary Kenyans and simply expects everyone to keep acting until the final credits roll.