Klaus Ntabo.

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[Klaus Ntabo. @lyricsundefined]

Spazzing about my 2020 ambitions. Enjoy.

[Silas Nyanchwani @nyanchwani]

Kenyan Millennial Men Have No Plan B

Kenyan men die young. The average male life expectancy is about 62, and healthy life expectancy, the years you actually live in good health, is closer to 57. So even the so-called average man spends his final years unwell.

Pick a random sample of twenty men in their thirties, and a startling number are already fatherless. Their old men are long dead, or they were never there to begin with: present but deadbeat, or absent and deadbeat, take your pick. Very few men have the privilege of seeing their fathers live into their 80s and 90s.

If I show up in my village right now, the men in their 40s and 50s have already begun to thin out. Between 60 and 75, there are almost none, and the rare one who reaches his mid-70s suddenly has a real shot at 85 and beyond. It is a silent crisis, and you never notice it until you are 40, marrying again, needing uncles to escort you, only to realize there are no uncles left, only cousins.

Our fathers’ generation was wasted by HIV/AIDS and by the economic collapse of the late 1980s and 1990s, a collapse engineered in part by World Bank and IMF prescriptions, the structural adjustment programs, not unlike what is being done to us now. Many in Gen Z may not know this, but there was a time when this country actually made things. The Western Kenya belt ran on sugar: Chemelil, Muhoroni, Nzoia, Mumias, Sony.

Webuye had Pan Paper. There were cotton ginneries and pyrethrum, and coffee farming spread as far as Kisii. Nakuru was busy as hell. So was Kitale, and even small outposts like Kilgoris. Thika was big, big, and industrial. Then, within a decade, the factories went quiet, the parastatals were privatized, and every plant that shut, every institution that was sold off, took real livelihoods and real families down with it.

People retreated to the countryside. I still remember the prettiest girl who transferred to our school. I would vote for Ruto if that is what it takes to find out how her life turned out. She looked like she had lived a cushioned life somewhere, only to land in rural Kisii, in a jigger-infested classroom. Those were the real-time adjustments that millennials rarely talk about. Maybe that is part of why so many of us are quietly traumatized.

As I said, our fathers at least had a Plan B: ancestral land, and our mothers.

As men, we romanticize our independence now, and some treat marriage as a woman’s backup plan, but in the 1980s and 90s, it was often a wife’s ingenuity that kept the whole family alive. And for the many men who died early, leaving behind young, bewildered widows, it was the women who carried the weight of raising everyone, without taking anything away from the men who did their part.

For a while, between roughly 2005 and 2015, I honestly believed millennial men would escape our fathers’ fate. Now I am not so sure. More and more millennial men are walking into something worse than what their fathers faced.

Where the late 1980s and 1990s lost a generation of productive men and women to HIV/AIDS, the late 2010s and 2020s are killing men with something quieter: a broken economy, made worse by terrible political choices, a shaky global situation, and a future nobody can read. As Darius Okolla has argued, millennials are the first generation here to enter adulthood under this much uncertainty.

For our parents, marriage and a home of your own, even a badly built one, were realistic dreams. Plenty of millennials did manage to put up decent houses in the towns ringing Nairobi. But far more never accumulated enough to reach escape velocity from poverty. It is those born in the late 1980s and 1990s who hurt the most: bright enough to get into college and raised to believe that education was the key to everything. What a cruel joke that has turned out to be.

A huge share of graduates since 2014 have never held a properly structured formal job, the kind you keep consistently for five years, long enough to set yourself up for the basics. So instead of marrying, a man in this position ends up with a baby mama, and often cannot even provide for the baby. Just yesterday, I was talking with a younger Gen Z cousin about the recent spike in new HIV infections, and she told me, plainly, that she keeps condoms on her because some of the young men she meets cannot even afford one. That is not a joke, man.

And here is the part that should frighten you: this is the same machine that took our fathers. After years of steady decline, from about 94,000 new HIV infections at the peak down to roughly 16,000 in 2024, new infections jumped again in 2025, past 20,000, the first reversal in years. The cause is almost insultingly familiar. When the United States froze PEPFAR and USAID funding, prevention collapsed almost overnight. Testing fell, PrEP uptake halved, and young people aged 15 to 24 now account for about four in every ten new infections. Donor money built the wall that held the disease back, and the moment it was pulled, the disease started walking back through. History is not repeating. It is rhyming, and it is rhyming in our generation. Worse, our government, like so many across Africa, rarely wants to solve some of these basic problems.

Now that we are in our 40s, economic depression is a silent killer. No amount of motivation, no think piece, no pep talk will bail a man out. At some point, you need the only thing that actually works: money.

Our economy began its slow collapse around 2015. Some of the rot traces back to the 2008-09 global crash; the West never fully recovered, and when America sneezes, the rest of us still catch the cold. But the deeper wounds were self-inflicted. We raised a Eurobond of roughly Sh 200 billion, and to this day the Auditor General cannot fully account for it; by the official reckoning, around a billion dollars has never been traced to any actual project. We built a wildly overpriced SGR. The effects were immediate. As Eurobond repayments and other loans came due, cash drained out of the economy. The banks that used to hawk loans to us before 2015 found a far better customer in the government itself, and what little credit remained for ordinary people dried up.

Before long, counties stopped paying on time. Today, the unpaid bills are staggering: national government pending bills alone have exceeded Sh 500 billion, and the total, including counties, sits north of Sh 690 billion, much of it owed to small suppliers who have since folded. Taxes climbed, inflation climbed, companies issued profit warnings after profit warnings, and many shut, exactly as they did in the 1990s.

The economy kept shrinking, and in the meantime, we handed the keys to a thieving elite, the kind of arrangement where only they get to steal, so the money pools in fewer and fewer hands.

In real life, this is what it looks like: if you run a business, the stock does not move. A friend who sells electronics in Luthuli told me that in his good years, back in the 2010s, he shifted serious volume and was, in real terms, a millionaire. These days, he is lucky to sell one cheap Chinese TV a week. Last I heard, he may close shop.
You can see it in black tax too, which keeps climbing. I told Gordon Opiyo recently that we should be careful about celebrating the rise in diaspora remittances. That money is not flowing home to buy Treasury bonds or build anything; it is flowing home to plug the holes that government irresponsibility keeps tearing open in people’s lives, something both the Central Bank and the Kenyan Demographic Health Survey admit.

Ruto did not kill the Kenyan economy. It was already on life support by the time he inherited it. Whatever little resuscitation he managed, he did for himself and his cronies. Now, standing over a dead economy, all he does is dance and piss on the grave while his bloggers cheer.

None of this is to say women are not suffering. They are, and their story is theirs to tell. But what I am certain of is this: in the coming decade, a lot of men’s deaths will be hastened by the collapsing economy. Whether we lose them to drugs, to suicide, to slow depression, or to plain loss of hope, the direction is grim. If things keep tanking, I would not be shocked to see male life expectancy slide back toward the mid-50s. Broke men cannot afford decent healthcare or good food. And broke men, more than anyone, tend to lose their networks and their relationships, even within their own families. That isolation is its own quiet killer.

So, educated millennials and Gen Z men, hear me clearly.

The point of laying all this out is not to bury you. It is to get you to stop waiting for the economy, or the government, or some motivational speaker, to come and rescue you. They are not coming. The men who make it through the next ten years will be the ones who saw the storm early and built for it: who learned a skill the market actually pays for, who pooled resources with other men instead of competing in misery, who kept their bodies and their minds intact, and who refused to let shame cut them off from the people who love them. Money is the goal, yes, but the things that keep a broke man alive long enough to go and make it are boring and unglamorous: a few real friends, a reason to wake up, and the stubbornness to not check out early.

Our fathers had land and our mothers to fall back on. We were handed no Plan B. We have to become our own. Build it now, while you still can, because the times are bad, and they will get worse before they get better. The men who understand this and move will not merely survive. They will be the ones still standing when the dust settles, and the ones who get to rebuild.
Nothing messes with a man like a bad economy. And this, my friends, is not a wantam or tutam thing. This one outlasts whoever is sitting in State House

[Sachin Tendulkar @sachin_rt]

Sometimes tennis can take a long time to give back what players keep putting in. Good to see Alexander Zverev win his first Grand Slam at Roland-Garros today. Always felt he was a special player!

Credit to Flavio Cobolli for the way he competed today as well. Both players gave everything to the game. 👏

[Collins o. @CollinsOmo30163]

This is the cost breakdown of This 3 Bedroom house with executive finishes.
* FOUNDATION – KSh 845,695
1. Excavation – KSh 33,390
2. Hardcore – KSh 49,200
3. Blinding – KSh 12,000
4. Anti-termite Treatment – KSh 7,250
5. Blinding Under Strip Footings – KSh 26,720
6. Strip Footings – KSh 198,240
7. 150mm Ground Floor Slab – KSh 198,240
8. Column Footings – KSh 30,240
9. Foundation Columns – KSh 6,560
10. Formwork – KSh 14,875
11. BRC Mesh – KSh 48,000
12. Foundation Walling – KSh 184,200
13. Damp Proof Course (DPC) – KSh 17,500
14. Damp Proof Membrane (DPM) – KSh 12,000
15. 12mm Rendering to Plinth Walls – KSh 7,280
* SUPERSTRUCTURE – KSh 908,940
1. Premium Natural Dressed Stones – KSh 102,000
2. 9" × 9" Machine-Cut Stones – KSh 182,000
3. Cement and Sand for Walling – KSh 92,880
4. Hoop Iron – KSh 84,000
5. Concrete for Columns, Beams and Stairs – KSh 102,160
6. Formwork for Beams, Slab and Stairs – KSh 88,000
7. High Tensile Reinforcement Bars – KSh 257,900
* ROOFING & CEILING – KSh 1,040,550
1. 3m Versatile Roofing Sheets – KSh 308,000
2. Ridge Caps, Valleys and Barge Box – KSh 46,900
3. Cypress Fascia and Barge Boards – KSh 23,400
4. PVC Eaves Soffit – KSh 26,400
5. Roofing Screws – KSh 25,000
6. General Nails – KSh 14,300
7. Gypsum Ceiling (All Rooms) – KSh 192,000
8. King Posts– KSh 24,750
9. Brandering – KSh 54,000
10. Trusses – KSh 161,500
11. Purlins – KSh 67,500
12. Ceiling Joists – KSh 51,700
13. Wall Plate – KSh 28,600
14. Bracing – KSh 16,500
* DOORS – KSh 110,500
1. Steel Doors – KSh 35,000
2. Flush Doors – KSh 32,000
3. Solid Door – KSh 25,000
4. Door Frames and Screws – KSh 18,500
* WINDOWS & STEEL GRILLS – KSh 419,000
1. Heavy Duty Steel Windows – KSh 304,000
2. Steel Grills – KSh 115,000
* FITTINGS – KSh 270,700
1. Drawers – KSh 32,400
2. Wardrobes – KSh 45,000
3. Kitchen Cabinets and Drawers – KSh 36,500
4. Brass Butt Hinges – KSh 10,000
by omae reagan

[MUHAMMAD ONYANGO @Moha001_Onyango]

Nairobi has enough restaurants. The problem is most people keep rotating the same 3 places

Try these today:

📍 Gogol Pizza — Loresho
📍 Habibi Cafe — Koinange Street
📍 Biryani Darbar — Parklands
📍 Mangrove Cafe — Karen
📍 Cafe NBO — Chaka Place

If the date fails, at least the food shouldn’t

[Kalonzo Musyoka @skmusyoka]

5 years down the line… every rep, every step still counts.
More than fitness, it’s resilience from within.

Strong body. Clear mind.

#FitnessSaturdayWithKalonzo #MentalHealthAwareness #Gym

[kipruto @KiprutToo]

Kericho is one organised Small Town outside Nairobi ,it has the aura of European countryside mixed with a Small sub Urban Town. It is more expensive than Nairobi though.

[Naval @naval]

A man expresses love through duty.

[Hombre Imparable @Hombrelmparable]

Imágenes de Mike Tyson boxeando con la sombra antes de la pelea, 1988

[Klaus Ntabo. @lyricsundefined]

@UnchartedKenya How much per night?

[Klaus Ntabo. @lyricsundefined]

@UnchartedKenya How much a night for this?

[Klaus Ntabo. @lyricsundefined]

@lai_group How much per night?

[Market Cap Trainers @NSE_Investors]

If we had sh 1,000,000 to invest we could put sh 100,000 in each of the following stocks:
1. KCB Group at sh 67.00 2. Equity at sh 75.00 3. Co-operative bank at sh 29.00 4. Standard Chartered bank at sh 320 5. NCBA at sh 87.00 6. East African Breweries at sh 243.00 7. BAT at sh 510.00 8. Carbacid Investment at sh 29.00 9. Safaricom PLC at sh 32 10. Nairobi Securities Exchange at sh 20. Since after investing money in this boring companies we will have alot of time to be lazy, then can sign up for a farming class to teach me on importance of patience. Nice hunting to you all of you. This is not investment advice and you do your own research on the kind of companies you want to invest in.

[cheruiyotkb @cheruiyotkb]

Living in the '90's when systems worked was golden. A GoK worker's 3-year pay could buy prime land as he waited to build in > 5 years as prices of materials hardly changed.

Nowadays, it's non-stop working for Millennials—more than our parents worked—just to stay alive and do ordinary stuff like keeping kids in school.

A normal job takes a lifetime to afford what could be bought in a few years. You blink, cement prices rise from 800/- to 1000/- and reinforcement bars rise from 900/- to 1200/-

With better education, cutting edge tech and skills, and even higher incomes; most Millennials haven't lived their best lives yet.

[Klaus Ntabo. @lyricsundefined]

@FitAndFortune Eggs beef and sweet potato.

[Klaus Ntabo. @lyricsundefined]

@Fact That’s some gangster shit right there.

[𝓐 ⭑ @ayojoestar]

Parents spot fake friends.
Children spot fake relatives.

[stan🎥 @wyd_stan]

Stephen A. Smith says the mistake a woman can make is be entitled and saying a man has to spend on her then she’s not getting sht

“Appreciation can never turn into expectation. It’s mine to give, not yours to take. The minute you think you’re entitled you ain’t getting sht”

[Klaus Ntabo. @lyricsundefined]

@SpiceFMKE @nduokoh @dennisaseto @EverlyneMungai Sifuna is dwelling on pettiness.