muthoni

i have no bio

[Terence 🇰🇪 @small_proff]

Peaceful breakup kitu gani mwambie maskio zake hazitoshani

[mashida jones @Kamzy___]

I know it’s an old show but Will Gardner’s death in The Good Wife completely blindsided me

[micheal k. gemera @dexxe]

before reading the caption i thought ni maharagwe ya niggas and was like wtf are nigga beans?

[monka @MsMacharia]

I met Dolly Parton once backstage at a concert. She was so incredibly gracious, warm, and kind to everyone. At one point, she leaned over to me and whispered "Ruto Must Go" Eternal rest to Dolly, she was such a darling and a legend!

[DENNIS ONSARIGO @Donsarigo]

It’s time you reinvented yourself.
What you have is time, age, and the people on your side.
You carry the aspirations of the active youth in your country, it’s time you transitioned from activist politics to strategic politics.
Let the wind in your sails take you to the village, the rural population has enough food, feed them politics.
You cannot have a logical route to power, the CABAL around MM is brute and shrewd, but they know this might be the last leg of the MM reign.
So take a break, introspect, and slowly transition from Bobi Wine to Robert Kyagulanyi, a strong, energetic, younger version of Warren Kizza Besigye Kifefe.

Forgot Ugandan media,reach out to the international press and partners. Travel the world. Preach the gospel of Uganda.

Stay alive because, you are a heartbeat away from the heart of Ugandan politics.

Again.. the CABAL around MM knows time is up as much as their final reign kicked off today.

[muthoni @JeanXonia]

@DaveShapi . .... ... . M . ..???????? MM ,
... ... .... ..... ...... .. .... .. . ......... .. ........................F...
..D.......F
.. ..
F. ..

[Oriaku Worldwide @workof_Godd]

Text him again, long epistle, pour out your heart, don’t hold back, text it as it is inside your chest, beg him, ask him why he’s not choosing you, break the last shrewd of self worth you have inside his DM, send a crying voice note. That’s for the final lap of disgrace. Na once your eyes go clear. You go see magic

[Mrs. Gore @MrsGoresDiary]

My 14-year-old daughter was just telling me about the sleepover she had with her cousins at my parent’s house and how, sleeping on the couch, she was awakened early by the sounds of my dad talking in the kitchen and my mom cooking sausage in her cast iron skillet for gravy.

“But I kind of liked it,” she admitted.

I know exactly what she’s talking about. I’ve slept on that same couch and laid there in the early morning hours just listening to the sounds of my parent’s home. Coffee brewing, Bible pages rustling, dishes clanking. The sounds and smells of a home that is like a gas station for souls.

[another superstar! @mike_exee]

Missed the opportunity to drop one of greatest tweets ever.

[𝙋𝘼𝙐𝙇 𝐍𝐄𝐊𝐎 @ouma_neko]

Our brothers from Central Kenya are not interested in the presidency and that’s the biggest political reset this country has seen since 2002. The Kikuyu political elite may still posture for attention, but the truth in the ground from Githurai to Othaya, from Ruiru to Kagumo is that the ordinary Kikuyu voter is exhausted by presidential politics. They’ve carried the cross too long, watched their sons rise and fall in bitterness, and seen how power has brought them more suspicion than progress.

This is where it gets interesting: the Kikuyu vote, for the first time in history, is not defending power it’s deciding who should lose it. That alone changes the entire 2027 arithmetic. When a bloc that makes up roughly 7 million registered voters, concentrated in Mt. Kenya and the diaspora, withdraws emotional loyalty from a sitting president, it’s no longer a race it’s a referendum on his legitimacy.

President Ruto’s survival in 2022 depended on Central Kenya’s numbers. The Rift Valley alone couldn’t deliver State House. But the same mountain that built him can unbuild him calmly, strategically, and without lifting a machete or shouting slogans.

The Kikuyu electorate no longer needs to field a candidate; they simply need to choose who to reject, and that rejection carries more weight than ten campaign rallies.

If the Kikuyu vote shifts even 40–50% away from Ruto, the opposition instantly becomes unbeatable. Combine that with the luo Nyanza consistency, the Abagusii swing, and the growing Kamba and Western fatigue with Ruto’s economic betrayal the map redraws itself overnight. The Kikuyu neutrality, not their ambition, becomes the most lethal political weapon in the country.

The idea that “Kikuyus want it again” is outdated. They’ve seen what it costs to lead a nation that never forgives its presidents Kibaki was insulted, Uhuru was demonized, and Ruto’s betrayal of Uhuru sealed the fatigue. The mountain wants peace, stability, and prosperity, not another decade of being everyone’s political punching bag.

So yes, let it rotate to the Kamba, the Kisii, the Luhya anyone willing to heal this nation’s wounds. The Kikuyu vote will still be the decider, the referee, and the quiet power that determines whether Ruto continues or collapses. And that, right there, is how the mountain will make it easier to vote him out not by shouting, but by turning off the tap that once fed him.

Mambo bado!

[Nabibi🐝 @lolajaey]

Wetin do Shawarma?

[Saeko Tekin @saekotekin]

Swali tu, is your whole life limited to your sexual orientation? Wouldn't you need good roads, a functioning health care system, security, access to good water, a clean environment??? I understand you but on this you are being extremely myopic.

[chérry🍒 @pinkli_lies]

A free concert would heal us 😭😭😭😔

[Okiya Omtatah Okoiti @OkiyaOmtatah]

Kenya bows its head today.

Raila Amolo Odinga was more than a politician. He was a chapter in our nation’s fight for freedom.

Through detention, persecution, and betrayal, he never lost faith in Kenya’s promise. He carried the burden of our democracy on his back and paid the price for believing that this country could be just and fair.

We may not have always agreed with his choices, but we cannot deny his sacrifice. His voice shook systems. His resilience moved mountains.

History will remember him as a man who walked where others feared to stand.

My deepest condolences to Mama Ida, the Odinga family, and the millions of Kenyans whose hope was once kindled by his courage.

Let us carry forward the unfinished dream of a Kenya where truth is not treason and justice is not a privilege.

Rest in eternal peace Baba.

Senator Okiya Omtatah Okoiti

[Ty Ngachira @anto_ty]

Doing some of my translation work (English to Kikuyu) and the fact that Kikuyus says, "Wî na maa?" when asking if something is true is so cool.

The direct translation is,
"Do you have the truth?" or "Are you with the truth?"

Like it's something you carry and can lose

[Wambaire @MsWambaire]

Joanna K, may her bag always be full ♥️

[Britney @OwanghB]

Publicly claiming a married man is nuts

[positivity moon @arrtnem]

Changing your life is not a glow up. It is drywall dust in your throat and a calendar you keep even when no one is watching. The amount of locking in it takes will make you feel strange to yourself. You will think you are becoming boring. You are becoming accurate.

Morning at 5:43. The phone wants to be a god. You make it a brick. Face down, silent. You drink water that tastes like nothing and call it medicine. The kettle clicks. Your stomach argues. You write three lines that are not for beauty, only for honesty. Today I will do this. Today I will not do that. You put the paper where your eyes cannot avoid it.

Discipline is a door you lock from the inside. It is not anger. It is not romance. It is a hand on the knob every time your own nerves try to run. At 7:08 you say no to an invitation that would feed your vanity and starve your work. You do not write a paragraph to be forgiven. You put a plate in the sink and hear how steady the water sounds when it hits porcelain. That is what a boundary sounds like.

You build lanes so your thoughts do not swerve. Two hours for focus. Forty minutes for the body. Ten minutes to breathe without turning it into a ceremony. You hate the first fifteen. You keep going. Your mind flails like a fish and then remembers it is in a river. The clock becomes less of an enemy and more of a metronome. The cursor blinks. You put in the reps no one claps for.

At 13:20 you eat real food at a table. Not a celebration, a promise. Protein, something green, salt that doesn’t flirt. You chew until you remember you have a jaw. The small pain at your temple relaxes. You put your phone in a drawer and the drawer does not scream. You are training your life to stop biting you back.

There is the breaking point time. 16:37. You want the old sugar. The old scroll. The old person. You stand up. You walk to the sink. Cold water on wrists until the skull cools half a degree. You say out loud not like this. The urge is still there. You keep your hands busy anyway. You wipe the counter. You take out the trash. You do not argue with the weather inside you. You wait until it passes, because it always passes when you do not feed it.

Locking in looks ridiculous from the outside. You cut your own hair with cheap scissors because appointments cost time you need for the page. You leave a party at 21:02 because your sleep is a mortgage you do not want to default on. You set your clothes out for the morning like a child and call it respect. You become the kind of person who knows exactly where the tape measure lives. You stop losing your keys because you stop pretending you are the kind of person who loses their keys.

Discipline is not a mood. It is a manual. Write your rules on the fridge where recipes go. No phone before sunlight. One hard thing before noon. Eat sitting down. Apologize by fixing it where it broke. Move your body even when your head is loud. Put your money where your time needs to be. If you relapse, you do not perform grief for an audience. You start again at the next minute mark. Return is the muscle.

At 18:55 you go where your breath changes shape. The track that smells like rubber and rain. The cheap gym with a fan that clicks. The stairs in your building that count for you. You do the ugly reps. Your legs fill with the good ache, the kind that takes noise out of your head. You are not chasing a body. You are chasing a nervous system that can hold a day without cracking.

You will look arrogant to people who worship permission. You will look obsessive to people who have never been in love with anything that did not immediately love them back. You will be misunderstood by everyone who needs you to stay the character they cast you as. Let them keep their theater. You are busy becoming…

[✨ Farhiya ✨ @farhiiiyaaa___]

Spending a huge chunk of your life being against gun control and then dying by getting shot is crazy irony. It's like if Oscar Sudi was killed by a book.