So yesterday I was at my constituency IEBC office, five young Kenyans, three gentlemen, two ladies arrive, sent from different registration centres to the main office.
The surging numbers of new voters and existing ones verifying their details is quickly exposing tricks that have been employed to sway elections before, so when Kasongo says pia yeye ako Kadi I believe he has a few tricks up his sleeve.
@billycrin@ntvkenya Also a ploy to create apathy to go register afresh among the older generation, clearly jamaa ameona he has no path to victory in the next elections! Ata afanye nini dude is going home, it's now clear as day!
We really have a long way to go as a country!! Wakenya tutwai saidika kweli jamani🙆 we're addicted to bad governance, corruption, poor leadership, we've normalised these vices.... Sad in an understatement.
Moi died in 2020, and the country mourned in peace. Uhuru was President then — not a single tear was forced by gunfire. Kibaki followed in 2022, and still, the mourning was calm, dignified, human. Even when Kijana Wamalwa passed in 2003, the people wept, but no one’s child was buried alongside him.
But in 2025, under Ruto’s blood-stained watch, Raila Odinga dies — and the soil drinks the blood of four young Kenyans shot dead by police for mourning. What kind of leader finds comfort in the cries of the grieving? What manner of heart orders bullets instead of condolence?
There is a darkness in this regime — a cold hunger for control that sees citizens not as lives, but as threats. It’s as if every coffin gives them more confidence, every death another day in power. Ruto’s government doesn’t protect Kenyans; it hunts them, even in sorrow.
So, when 2027 comes, we must remember these graves. We must vote not for slogans, tribes, or fake prayers — but for the sanctity of life. Because no nation can heal under a ruler who feeds on the fear of the living and the blood of the innocent.