In November, all he wanted was sponsorship for an air ticket and hotel so he could compete.
Today, after winning the darts championship, you can bet State House officials are scrambling to make calls, eager to be seen next to his success.
This country never believes in its talent until the victory is already won.
Kenyans will eternally dominate any arena that doesn’t require “teamwork,” planning, or funding from the government or its rotten sports federations.
As long as success hinges solely on raw individual talent, grit, and zero interference, we’ll keep shining on the global stage.
The manufactured bottlenecks, vicious gatekeeping and calculated sabotage embedded in Kenya’s organized sports - designed purely for political patronage and elite capture - are utterly revolting.
Massive congratulations to David Munyua for claiming the World Darts Championship title.
Proof yet again: strip away the corrupt middlemen and their toxic bureaucracy, and Kenyan excellence speaks for itself.
In Kenya,we take pictures with our friends but because of their Politics or because they speak uncomfortable truth to power, we don’t post them even alive. We post them only when they die or are back in good political graces. If you can’t post pictures of your friends when alive or in political exile, don’t post them when they die! It is MORBID HYPOCRISY!
We are learning lessons in real-time. Hii ni shule. I hope deadbeat fathers can see the boundaries being set.
Kanyari has been left fighting media wars, saying sijui oh oh I’m looking for a house in Runda. And nobody cares.
In death, Betty Bayo has really humbled Pastor Kanyari. All the trappings and cultural nuances of manhood were completely stripped of him.
Full demolition. Homie cannot speak in front of men. Even the little street-cred Nyashinski’s song gave him has evaporated.
Because surely, if your own kids feel safer with their step dad, if your dowry baby mama chose to be buried in her own parcel of land and not your home, surely what can you tell other men? Unaweza tushow nini sasa?
Now apologizing at her funeral is too little too late. It’s grand-standing for the cameras, most likely coached by a PR professional.