Malita

One step at a time

[New Singaporean🇰🇪🏇🏿 @NewSingaporean_]

Mark this tweet. The real Opposition will come from the Kenya Kwanza camp.

[Moses Myles✊ @Young_Pharmacie]

About Nairobi metro .I believe this is exactly what we need to cross the $500B mark in GDP .

The biggest mistake cities make with metro systems is going underground too much. Tunnelling is extremely expensive, sometimes costing up to three or four times more than building above ground. The secret to making a project like this work in Nairobi is simple: keep as much of it as possible above ground, either at street level or on elevated viaducts.

Take the main Red Line from Wangige through the CBD to the airport. This is the backbone of the system and carries the highest demand. The good thing is that most of it can run along existing corridors like Waiyaki Way, Ngong Road, and Mombasa Road. That means large sections can be built at ground level or elevated. Only the CBD section would need to go underground, and even then, it should be kept very short. In reality, about three-quarters or more of this line can stay above ground, which dramatically reduces cost.

The Blue Line from Ruaka through Westlands to Imara Daima is even more favourable. These are relatively open, well-planned corridors, especially in the north and south. Apart from a short stretch around the CBD, the rest can comfortably run above ground. This is the kind of line that gives you strong coverage without blowing up your budget.

Then comes the Purple Line, which is actually the smartest part of this entire design. It runs along outer corridors like the bypasses and avoids the CBD altogether. This is exactly how you build cheaply and efficiently. Almost the entire line can be elevated or at ground level, making it one of the most cost-effective parts of the system. If anything should be built first, it’s this one.

The Green Line, connecting Ruiru through Eastlands to Lang’ata, serves some of the most densely populated areas. That means high ridership from day one. The beauty is that it also follows road corridors where elevated construction is very possible. Most of this line can be built above ground, which keeps costs manageable while serving the people who need it most.

The only truly expensive part of the system is the small Black Line loop around the CBD. This is where space is tight, buildings are dense, and disruption must be minimised. Here, some underground construction becomes unavoidable. But the key is discipline , keep it short, focused, and only where absolutely necessary. This section should not stretch beyond a few kilometres.

When you step back and look at the entire network, the strategy becomes clear. Keep tunnels to a minimum, build along existing roads and transport corridors, and prioritise elevated and at-grade sections. Done this way, up to 80 -90% of the system can realistically be built above ground.

That is what turns this from a “fantasy map” into a financially possible project. Designing a system with economic reality in mind.

[Sherie Margaret Ngigi @margaret_ngigi_]

Njogu Kuria’s exhibition happening at Munyu space in Mall in Westlands.

I really love this exhibition, soo much boldness and fearlessness from the artist. Something we need to see more often.

[🕊️ @lichthauch]

The dangerous ones i know smile easy and speak slow and never need to prove anything. the loud ones are scared. the ones flexing are begging you to believe them. the ones who already know what they can do have nothing to show you. i watch men test me because i dont look like a threat and i let them test because the test tells me who they are. the iron is not for you to see

[Cerebral Assassin @xysist]

I remember we did a project for this county and they never paid for it

It all starts with poor leadership tbh

[🕊️ @lichthauch]

He who loves gold dies counting and the counting never ends because there is always more to count and the more is the punishment disguised as reward. God gave him exactly what he asked for and it ate him alive

the rich man opened his hands to receive and his hands never closed again and he called this ambition but it was a curse delivered through answered prayer. you wanted it. here it is. now you cannot stop wanting

Solomon had everything and wrote vanity vanity and nobody listened because they thought he was being humble but he was screaming. he was warning. the man who gets what he wants finds out what he wants was the trap and the trap has no door from the inside

gold does not satisfy gold teaches you to be hungry in a way bread never could. the poor man sleeps. the rich man watches the numbers and the numbers watch him back and neither of them blinks

the deepest hell is getting everything and finally understanding you were already full before you started and you spent your whole life forgetting this and now you remember and it is too late and the remembering is the fire that does not go out

[Malita @maltrix93]

@OtitoNosike 'There appear to be two broad forms of deceit: sins of commission, the things you do knowing full well they are wrong; and sins of omission, which are things you merely let slide—you know you should look at, do, or say something, but you do not.' Jordan Peterson

[Elon Musk @elonmusk]

@farzyness The robots and AI will build whatever house you want and high speed electric vehicles in tunnels and electric aircraft will transport you wherever you want, so you don’t have to be super close to things.

Iain Banks Culture books are a pretty good prediction of the future.

[🕊️ @lichthauch]

I have watched men in silk robes issue commands that echo in empty halls while a grandmother with bread-making hands speaks once and three generations move as one body. This is the secret they do not teach you: authority is grown in soil watered by years of small mercies, and the woman who fed you when you were hungry owns a part of your soul that no contract can ever purchase, no threat can ever break. Power lives in the debt of gratitude, and the one who makes others suffering lighter holds more dominion than the one who makes their own name louder

[🕊️ @lichthauch]

Giants die before they fall. the moment you choose God over impossibility you step outside physics into faith, and faith makes five smooth stones into destiny. Goliath was dead not when the stone struck but when David picked it up, because in that moment a child decided that God was absolute, and the universe rearranged itself around that decision. This is the terror of faith, not that it might fail but that it cannot fail, that once you truly believe heaven moves, hell retreats, reality bends, and the outcome was never in question.

[Lukas Not Podolski @OtitoNosike]

This is precisely what I intend to achieve with @tzeir_inc—build it until it becomes what the world cannot do without, then quit and disappear into oblivion. I don’t care about fame. I also don’t care much for money. I need the latter, yes, because life without it is excruciatingly difficult, but I do not desperately chase it. And fame? I’ve written extensively about what fame does to a person. I don’t ever want to experience it.

Fame is a kind of crucifixion. It is the very crucifixion Christ wished wouldn’t happen. You don’t understand—there’s no resurrection from it. No third day. No stone rolled away. Just a slow, eternal death of your private self. You are its slave, for life.

They hang you up for all to see, crown you with their expectations, pierce your side with projections, then feed on your wounds for sport. You stop being a person and become a symbol; something to argue over, meme into madness, or worse, worship. And once they worship you, they own you. You’re no longer allowed to fail, to question, to evolve. You belong to the idea they’ve made of you.

That’s why I want to build and vanish. I want @tzeir_inc to speak so loudly that my own voice becomes irrelevant. I want to create a body of work that stands long after I’ve receded into silence. Not because I am afraid of fame, but because I know what it costs. And I’m not willing to pay with my soul.

Give me purpose, not popularity. Let the work shine; I’ll take the shadow. Let people feel healed, seen, changed—so long as they never remember the man behind the curtain.

Because at the end of the day, all I really want is peace. A quiet life, tucked somewhere by the ocean or hidden in the green-stretching hinterlands of a hilly country. A place where mist rolls off the mountains in the morning and goats roam freely like philosophers of the land. I want open skies, starry nights, and the beautiful ache of stillness. A good woman. Children who run barefoot. Shelves of books that outgrow the house. Work that matters. And enough money to never have to kneel before another man again.

That’s it. That’s the dream.

[Lukas Not Podolski @OtitoNosike]

We must understand, each and every one of us, that people think differently. Behave differently. Lead different lives. Thus, our worldviews will often stand apart, sometimes even claw at each other’s throats. That is the price of being sentient, not simulated. We’re as unique as we are homogeneous. What joins one group might be the very thing that separates another.

So when you encounter a conflicting opinion, don’t be so quick to condemn or to wish evil upon the person voicing it, except, of course, if that opinion advocates harm: genocide, paedophilia, ethnic cleansing, or anything so vile it forfeits the right to civility. But most times, it’s not that deep. Most times, it’s just someone thinking through their own shadows in public. Try, at the very least, to understand why they hold that view.

Because let’s be honest: most of us do not know each other in real life. What we know are projections. Avatars. Carefully angled reflections of a much messier reality. You cannot claim to know the root of a person’s opinion if you’ve never sat with the soil from which it grew.

This place, this digital bedlam, is curated. We post what we want others to see. And we cannot even blame ourselves for it. Society has repeatedly shown that it rewards only what is presentable, palatable, and performative. The messy bits? The uncertain bits? The parts of us still forming? They’re discarded like rotten fruit. So we adapt. We polish. We tailor our truths to fit into aesthetic containers. We choose relatability over honesty. Vulnerability only when it is shareable.

And even in our struggle posts, yes, even those, there’s still curation. Subtle. Unconscious. Because if others can relate to our pain, if they nod along or quote-tweet in solidarity, it becomes a form of acceptance. Of belonging. We don’t just want to be heard, we want to be approved. And so we perform. All of us. Even the “realest” among us are still playing to an invisible audience.

This is why you must pause before you react. This is why outrage must never be your default setting. Everyone is performing, but not everyone knows they are. Everyone is broken, but not everyone has had the courage—or safety—to bleed in public.

If I came on here to post that I’m struggling with life and need all the help I can get—perhaps even dropping my account details—I’d probably be ignored. Because who wants to associate with a hungry, broke, wannabe Chinua Achebe? But if I came here to blather about owning a startup, about how paying salaries is hard, about juggling women, or not knowing what to do with my millions from writing—ehen, that’s the one that would garner the most traction. Because who doesn’t want to associate with someone successful?

Even my ex, who reads my posts in silence and doesn’t reach out, would be forced to reach out. That is the power of performance. And it is what many people, including myself, do here. Do not be deceived.

Disagreement is not a call to arms. And misunderstanding is not a full-blown biological warfare. Sometimes, it is simply the distance between two people’s lives trying, and failing, to meet each other halfway.

[Lukas Not Podolski @OtitoNosike]

It’s a new month, my friends. A new day. The sixth chapter in this twelve-part epic we call a year. By the end of June, the year would have split itself in half—not Solomon style, just cleanly halved. East and West. What we’ve done, and what still stares at us from the horizon.

I’ll be honest with you—where I am right now is not where I envisioned I’d be. Not even close. But that’s life, isn’t it?

You tell yourself you’re articulate, that you know how to plan. You map out your goals, plaster them on sticky notes—everywhere your eyes land: walls, desks, mirrors. And if you’re as unhinged as I am, you go further. You tattoo your ambition on your forehead, stand in front of a mirror each morning, chanting it like a prayer to the gods of hustle.

But what you don’t know is that life is sitting behind that same mirror, laughing. It started chuckling when you said you’d start earning in dollars. It began wheezing when you declared you’d be in the gym daily. But when you dared to add “fully funded PhD in the US” to your dream list? Life collapsed. It fell off its cosmic chair in tears, screaming, “With your background? You? Whose ancestors signed a pact (in blood) with poverty generations ago?”

Now look at us—angry, disoriented, muttering under our breath. Frustrated at the gap between our dreams and our reality. Cursing under our breath at how far behind we feel. But in the process, we forget something sacred: that breathing without the help of an oxygen tank is a blessing many would sell blood for. That stringing thoughts together this clearly—writing them, articulating them—is a prayer many don’t know how to pray. That loving and being loved, resisting vices, choosing stillness, choosing kindness—those are not small wins. They are triumphs. Quiet ones. Easy to miss because they don’t shine. But wins all the same.

We forget, sometimes, that the things we dream of tend to overshadow the ones we already hold. That the eyes are greedy—they focus on what’s ahead and blur what’s already in hand. But maybe we need to shift the gaze. Just a little. Just enough to see that we’ve been winning in ways we didn’t recognize.

So my friends—and as I say this to you, I say it to myself��count your blessings. One by one. Don’t just glance at them. Name them. Weigh them. Hold them up to the light. They may not be what you hoped for. They may not match the script you wrote in January. But they are yours. And when you’ve named them all, you may find—quietly, shockingly—that you’re not as behind as you think.

You might even find that you’ve already become someone your past self would’ve knelt down to thank God for becoming.

So here’s to this new month. To holding space for both the grief of what didn’t happen, and the gratitude for what did.

You may not be where you planned to be, but you’re not where you started—and that matters more than you know, more than you ever care to admit.

Dum spiro, spero.

[Science girl @sciencegirl]

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[Lukas Not Podolski @OtitoNosike]

Adeseto, my good man, (forgive my inability to write your name with the proper tone markings) your response is well crafted—in fact, it is almost more beautiful than it is contradictory. And you are right, profoundly so, on several fronts.

Today’s man, lulled by modern comforts, is not the same raw creature who once wore survival like skin. Coordination, anatomical precision, silent unity —these were not luxuries but blood-won instincts, and yes, they have, no doubt, atrophied.

But where I must hold my ground is here: man’s capacity for rage, for collective violence, for sheer survival stubbornness, is not dead. It is dormant. And dormancy is not death.

You speak of skill gaps, of the lack of organized choreography without weapons, and again you are right. But even disorganized, even flailing, even hemorrhaging losses—100 men, driven by primal terror and outrage, would still overwhelm a single animal, even an apex one, by the tyranny of numbers and the inevitability of exhaustion. Rage, you say, can collapse into chaos—and yet history shows again and again that chaos, when multiplied by sheer will, has toppled empires, burned cities, crushed kings.

You mention the claustrophobic nature of the engagement—that only a few could engage the gorilla at a time. But that too is a double-edged blade: yes, a few at a time would fall, yes, the silverback would tear through the first ranks like a storm through reeds. But storms falter when the reeds keep coming, when every step forward sinks you deeper into resistance.

You can kill the first twenty. You can maim the next thirty. But you cannot maul a hundred before your sinews snap, before your muscles drown in lactic fire, before your great roaring heart breaks against the tide.

Man’s refusal to retreat, as you noted, is not mere stubbornness —it is adaptation in action. Tactical retreat, regrouping, weaponization—yes, these are our triumphs. But desperation is the mother of both chaos and innovation. You do not need centuries of strategy to know that twenty men can entangle, another thirty can dogpile, and the rest can claw and hammer until the mountain breathes no more.

You are right that the gorilla would remind them—with brutal and terrifying clarity—what it means to be prey. There would be a price, steep and bloody. But man has always paid such prices to assert dominion. The bones of mammoths, the shattered remains of saber-toothed cats, the empty dens of cave bears, all testify: it is not our superiority in form that won the world for us. It was the relentless, suicidal refusal to accept defeat.

No doubt, I agree, the gorilla would paint the ground red. But the ground would still belong to man.

[Shad @Shad_khalif]

These guys have the infrastructure to instantly become a massive countrywide logistics and delivery company but they’re crying about handwritten letters🙄🙄

[SpaceX @SpaceX]

Falcon 9 completes three missions in ~13 hours, launching four astronauts to the @space_station, 74 rideshare payloads to orbit, and adding 23 @Starlink satellites to the constellation

[David Nahinga Π 🇰🇪✊🏿 @dnahinga]

If you plan to move in around August-December, this is the right time to start planning that Mjengo Project.

Starting early allows for unforseen delays and challenges .

[Ashur Daved @FCtrader88]

Life is all about planting seeds.

Anything and everything in this world revolves around planting seeds. We were all born from a seed and through nourishment, became who we are today.

The lives we live are determined by the thoughts we think, whether it be conscious or unconsciously. Every thought is a seed we plant in the garden of our minds. With constant nourishing it grows to fruition, good or bad.

The seeds we plant in our minds are guarded by the gateways of our bodies. What we hear with our ears and see with our eyes have a direct impact on our souls which directs what seeds are being planted in our minds.

This is the why guarding your gateways is the most important discipline to have in life. Never let your guard down. We're in a time in life where the most evil seeds to have ever existed are just one scroll away on any social media timeline.

I guarantee you with just a few minutes of scrolling, you'll have planted 1 of each of the 7 deadly sins in your mind. Pride, Greed, Wrath, Envy, Lust, Gluttony, and Sloth.

Now imagine doing that for hours a day, every single day. What type of wicked and vile human being will it eventually turn you into?

The porn you watch turns you into a lustful imbecile. Not only that, it causes you to drain the very life force from inside you every single day. That's why you wake up miserable and depressed everyday, because every night you drain the life out of yourself for a few minutes of pleasure.

The violent videos you watch cause you to have the anger and hatred in your hearts everyday. How many times have you watched a fight video and had that adrenaline in your hearts like you're ready to fight? It plants the seed of violence inside of you. With enough nourishing you will unconsciously be seeking violence in your life.

The luxury lifestyle videos cause you to have envy and greed. You can call it motivation till cows come home, but all it does is plants the seeds for endless amount of want in your hearts and you will eventually commit unimaginable evil to get it if you nourish it long enough.

The endless amounts of food videos you come across cause you to plant the seeds endless amounts of gluttony. You'll find yourself constantly craving and wanting all types of food, even if you aren't hungry. Leading you to obesity. This seed is very dangerous because it directly feeds into slothfulness too.

By the time you get to bed at night, you've thoroughly planted and nourished all of the deadly sins and you wake up in the morning wondering why your life is so miserable.

So what's the solution? Stop allowing the algorithm to feed you endless amounts of deadly sins. The doom scrolling you do throughout the day/night pollutes the garden of your mind.

The content you allow through the gateway of your soul must be thoroughly filtered and allowed in with purpose. Before you even pick up your phone or computer, ask yourself what the sole purpose of the access is.

Use technology to make you a better man and live a better life, don't allow it to turn you in a wicked person without you even realising.

"Above all else, guard your heart, for everything you do flows from it. Keep your mouth free of perversity; keep corrupt talk far from your lips. Let your eyes look straight ahead; fix your gaze directly before you. Give careful thought to the paths for your feet and be steadfast in all your ways."

[Saint @MGAWMC]

LOL, someone hacked the DCI Twitter page, shilled a stupid token and literally made $13k in < 30 minutes.

You blink you lose bozos... are we in some sort of simulation?