SIR PATO

Baba Leo and Hailey, Manchester United Die-hard, Fashion Connoisseur, Altruism Proponent, Positivity Advocate

[SIR PATO @karokipm]

I'm literally in Tears of Joy...Thank You Thank You @Cristiano ... @ManUtd Awaits Our Legend......

[Manchester United @ManUtd]

Welcome 𝗵𝗼𝗺𝗲, @Cristiano 🔴

#MUFC | #Ronaldo

[SIR PATO @karokipm]

@ManUtd SIR PATO 7

[Seduction Coach @Seduction1Coach]

I interviewed 20 women who left their "perfect" relationships and asked what was really missing.

Their answers were not what I expected.

Not one mentioned money, romance, or even time together.

Here is what they actually said…

[Juma @JmJuma1]

Lies Mtukufu before 2027😂😂

[George Njoroge @georgenjoroge_]

THE LONELY END OF A GOOD MAN.

This is the Story of My Friend, Moses Kinuthia, my campus buddy.

Since he has allowed me to share. We were in JKUAT together. Young. Loud. Brilliant.

Full of plans about the future and how we would conquer the world.

Today, Moses is an IT Director at one of the leading commercial banks in the country.

On paper, he is the definition of success.
A man who did everything right.
A man who climbed every rung through discipline and sacrifice.

But this is the part nobody sees.

His day starts before the sun.
He leaves home quietly at 5:20 AM, careful not to wake anyone.
The children are asleep.
His wife barely turns.
Moses tiptoes around the house he pays for, moving like a visitor in the place he built.

He gets to work before everyone because that is where his life makes sense.
At the office, doors open.
People greet him with respect.
Colleagues seek his advice.
Managers rely on him.
In that building, Moses still exists.

But in the house he returns to every evening, he has become a ghost.

When he gets home, the living room is always full kids watching shows, his wife on the phone, her sister in law using the TV.
There is never a seat left for him.
Never a moment that feels like his.

So Moses has learned a ritual.
He walks to his car, closes the door gently, leans the seat back and watches the 7PM news on his phone.

Sometimes he sits there long after the news ends, just staring at the roof of the car, breathing slowly, trying to feel human again.

When there is a football match, he connects his phone to the car speakers.
He used to shout at the TV with joy once, now he celebrates in silence, alone in the driveway, like a boy hiding with stolen sugarcane.

Inside the house, nobody asks where he is.
Nobody wonders why he eats dinner late.
Nobody notices that he spends more time in the car than in his own living room.

His 13–year–old son, the one he dreamt of bonding with, is always locked away in his room gaming.

The gaming console Moses bought — hoping for father–son weekends is still in its box.
His wife said the cables “make the house look untidy.”

So the box stays on the top shelf.
And the distance between father and son grows quietly, day by day.

Weekends are no different.

On Saturdays, Moses sometimes walks into a house full of chama ladies sipping tea, laughing loudly.

He greets them, forces a smile and walks back out before he blocks the doorway.

He strolls around the estate until his feet ache.
He listens to the sounds of other families in their living rooms; laughter, loud TV, playful arguments things he does not remember the last time he experienced.

When he finally returns at dusk, his younger daughter is watching cartoons on the bedroom TV.
The only other TV is in use.
So Moses sits on the edge of his bed, watching highlights on his phone, pretending he is fine.

Bills keep coming.
The mortgage letter.
The water disconnection threat.
The residents association notice.
Security warnings.
School fees.

Everyone depends on him.
Nobody checks on him.

Yet he never complains.
Because he believes a man must carry the weight silent and steady.

But silence has a cost.

Last month, he told me something that broke me.

“Bro, I feel like I’m disappearing in slow motion. I am alive, but I don’t think anyone would notice if I stopped showing up.”

This is the lonely end of a good man.
A man who gave everything.
A man who showed up every day.
A man who traded his youth, his rest, his hobbies and his peace for his family.

And somehow, without doing anything wrong, he became invisible in the story of his own life.

He is not hated.
He is not mistreated.
He is simply used and unseen which is sometimes worse.

He sits in his car after work because it is the only place he feels the world pause long enough for him to breathe.

He eats alone.
He celebrates alone.
He stresses alone.
He survives alone.

Not because he failed as a man but because good men often fade in the very homes they built

[Babu Owino @HEBabuOwino]

This day will forever be etched in my heart. The day my greatest hero rested. Raila Amolo Odinga was more than my political mentor, he was like a father to me. I grew up without a dad after he passed on when I was in class 3, and when I came to Nairobi and met Baba, he took me under his wings and became my father both in politics and in life.
I loved him deeply and his loss has left a hole in my heart that only God can fill.

My heart goes out to his family: Mama Ida Odinga, Rose Odinga, Junior Odinga, Winnie Odinga, their grandchildren and their entire family. I cannot begin to imagine your pain and heartbreak. I can only pray that God comforts you and grants you peace and strength that surpasses all understanding during this difficult time.

As we mourn his passing, we also celebrate a legacy that will never fade. We celebrate a man that gave everything for His country. A fierce champion for the people. A man of incredible, undeniable influence. Words fail me because truly no words possibly do justice to the man that was Baba Raila Amolo Odinga.

You have fought the good fight.
You have finished the race.
Rest well Jakom.
Your light will never fade.
You are Forever in my heart.

[Eric Njiru ⚽️ @EricNjiiru]

HISTORY: Cape Verde 🇨🇻 has qualified for their first ever FIFA World Cup becoming the second smallest nation to do so.

Many beautiful children will be born 9 months from today. The world, meet Cape Verde as we know it 😆

[Squawka @Squawka]

Every Premier League side's Squad Depth for 2025/26. 🤿

[A THREAD] 🧵

[SIR PATO @karokipm]

@Scholesy8 I saw that too during the Training videos. Fast, electric paces which were not replicated at Stockholm against Leeds.

[SIR PATO @karokipm]

@ManUtd Yes, we deserve MORE. Please, before the Transfer Window is over.
1. Bolster our Midfield - Box-to-Box man
2. Additional Attacking Midfielder
3. Proper Number 9

[Joe® @Kajoe254]

There is an accident has just happened on Thika road after garden city, car has just overturned…its bad

[Kabansora 🗨 @KabansoraKe]

Na nilikuwa nimewawuon 😄😁😆

Aoko Kairo court of appeal traore https://t.co/TkeDZjdwuY

[SIR PATO @karokipm]

@NdindiNyoro and @HEBabuOwino both of you have epitomized Servant Leadership which is extremely positive.

Vox Populi Vox Dei. Thank You for heeding to that cause consistently.

[Hon.Gathoni Wamuchomba, HSC, MP @hon_wamuchomba]

Such talents requires naturing not suppressing.

[SIR PATO @karokipm]

@KenyaPower_Care Shitty Process not working.

Why do you subject Kenyans to such a charade?

Let us be Wazalendo and offer the best services to your fellow country men and women.

[Eric @amerix]

If I were the President of KENYA,

Immediately after 25th June 2024, I would have gone silent, evaluate my priorities, listen to the people, sack everyone in the cabinet,

-- and this is how I would have RE-ORGANIZED the CABINET

1. THE OFFICE OF THE PRESIDENT

Thread... 🧵

[Rodgers Kipembe Mpuru @RodgersKipembe]

Someone's Nyeri Shagz.

[Elon Musk @elonmusk]

Very wise words

[Elon Musk @elonmusk]

There are so many regulators that it’s like a sports game with more refs than players on the field!

[Oxygist @oxygist]

The funniest part of this is that things like this actually happens in marriage 😂😂😂

(#OnyekaforNXT #NellyMbonu Gyokeres Resign Thursday and Friday)

[The Kenyan Vigilante @KenyanSays]

" We don't want both Riggy G and Kindiki" Chege Majuice talking about Mambo ya Murima!