When you see us (Me) who were in the front line endorsing Maraga,also now vouching for sifuna,It does not mean that we have now stopped supporting Maraga. We support him,Whole heartedly. And we will continue to. However, It is important that we understood what we want as a people,When we protested on june 24th it was for a better nation,we were almost becoming a banana republic. Believe it or not,we stopped it
We did not protest because Maraga sent us,or Sifuna,or Okiya Omtata. We protested because we felt we deserve better. So when presidential candidates with qualities we feel are what is needed and required to run this country emerge,we will support them. Popular or Unpopular. Just because I support one does not mean i cannot show support to another. They can work together in the future for all that matters
Fixing this nation will need every virtuous man we can spare to return this train back to the rail. It is as simple as that. The only allegience we have is to this country,not any other individual or party.
@BBCWorld Point of correction, it should be " Burkina Faso's President opens big gold refinery in bid to keep mining profits at home" there you go. Your welcome @BBCWorld
At the University of Eldoret, a lecturer is threatening students that if Ruto does not win next year’s election, those from Mt. Kenya and Western should not go back to the university.
Will NCIC summon this one or according to them he is preaching the gospel?
Tonight, Stoopid Boy is in a grave. Alone.
The people who used to share drugs with him are nowhere.
The chang'aa seller is not there. The bangi peddler is not there. The taptap peddler is not there. Those who used to tell him, “Nichome” or “Nimochoe,” are nowhere to be seen.
But his mother was there.
Her neighbours were there.
And a few people came to witness his final journey.
That is the cruelest part of this life.
When you are alive, some people will happily help you destroy yourself.
They will sell you the poison, encourage you to take it and disappear when the consequences arrive.
When you die, they leave your mother to bury you.
Tonight there are no drugs in that grave.
No friends.
No laughter.
No “Nichome.”
No “Nimochoe.”
Just a young man and a future that will never happen.
Fellow youth, drugs are not your friends.
Yesterday I went to Carrefour TRM with a young man. I bought him County, although I had told him he doesn't drink.
Later, we went to Githurai and bought what appeared to be the same drink.
While sitting in the car, I asked him to taste both.
His response shocked me:
“Those people are killing us. The one from Carrefour is original. The one from Githurai is doctored. You can't tell unless you compare them.”
Think about that.
We are consuming things whose contents we sometimes don't even know.
Young people are dying while those making money from our addictions move on to the next customer.
Please, my fellow youth, let's quit drugs.
Don't make your mother the only person who remembers your dreams.
Don't make your grave the place where everyone finally realises you mattered.
Choose life while you still have the chance.