mike simieno

I am always working on being as authentic as GOD wants me to be. Musical evangelist motivational speaker aspiring preacher

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@LukeLRPS @Singasinga74243 @WorldAthletics Why are you coming to the doping capital, stay where you are

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@LukeLRPS @HowieAkimala @sin_city_son @WorldAthletics @grok How many Australian athletes are there to start with and what's their achievements to start with

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@K24Tv So how many hours should they have abducted him for now that Owidi is an expert at valid abduction periods

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@citizentvkenya So Omwansa is the only one worth quoting
I see the script

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@G_Natembeya026 Habusye

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@AlinurMohamed_ So a Muslim investigates a Christian and you expect the result to be positive???
Mnatuonanga waking sana
This is the weakest piece of investigative journalism I have seen
The man is wrong yes but do a better job

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@itskipronoh You talk about matches more than your own team
Just like you focus on opposition than your government

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@ilukol370066 @fokango This man has never been reasonable
Unamuonea

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@ledamalekina Health is devolved, any thing better there?

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@B0Y_chester_UTD This guy is useless

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@DidmusWaBarasa And what is wrong with that

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@C_NyaKundiH The slogan should "shika soap"
My opinion

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@markgoldbridge Maahn you are the most negative person I've ever seen.
You behave as though you have been forced to be a fan. Always moaning.

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@markgoldbridge Mark
You are the most negative person I've ever seen. It's as though you were forced to be a man united fan...

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@bonifacemwangi Bony we didn't lose them. They were killed and taken from us

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@AutoxpressKenya Hi
Braek pads fir 2012 honda insight go for what price

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@Kimuzi_ Yes but cash flow is relatively low

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@EACCKenya Why don't you look at the police at buruburu police station and also kasarani at the thika road roundabout
These are the worst

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@Shad_khalif Sarit is something else even with that map they display there You still get lost

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My good friend Betty Kilonzo, who is one of the best writers we have in the country, found herself in a very disheartening situation after Naivas Supermarket profiled a customer. Below is the saddening narration of what transpired, which has put Naivas Supermarket in the spotlight

"I am walking down Kimathi street when this homeless guy approaches me. He is Somali, surprisingly eloquent and sober. He apologizes for stopping me, asks for a minute of my time, and asks if I can get him a bag of flour. He's the eldest brother of two toddlers. He is jobless and one of his sisters is sick.

I don't like listening to people's sob stories, especially if they are telling them to buy my generosity. I prefer that even beggers preserve their dignity. Nobody owes you their entire story for a bag of flour. I wave his story away and we head to Naivas Supermarket at Moi Avenue. We are chatting like old buddies. I'm commenting about his English cause it's really good.

We get there and I leave my bag at the luggage area outside then start to head inside. He is behind me. We get to the entrance and the soldiers tell me that my little friend behind me has to wait outside.
"He's with me." I say, cheerfully.
"He has to stay outside. People like him are not allowed here." The lady soldier states, her face assuming a rather hostile expression.
"What do you mean?" I push back.
"Let him wait outside or you are not going in." She bites at me.

We step outside, at the pavement and I ask him for a selfie. "I will write about this." I promise him angrily. He nods.

I am now agitated. I won't stand there and watch a clear injustice happening. Not today. Not to Omar here. Or was it Abdi? I forgot his name. It was short. Ali? Whatever! So I stood to fight for Ali's rights. I head to the customer care counter. I expect them to be civil. I expect that they will see sense. Surely, we are bigger than this!

For how long are we going to sit on our high horses as a society and discriminate our brothers and sisters just because life delt them the wrong cards? How many times are we going to lift our noses in the air and think them as less human for just trying to exist.

"People like him are thieves." The lady at the customer care desk says to me. "If he steals anything in this Supermarket, you will pay for it ten times!"
I turn to my friend who is standing behind me silently like a pawn on a chess board.
"Will you steal anything?" I ask him, my voice cracking in anger at their audacity. How dare they break a man like that, in his face.
"No!" He shook his head.
"Have you ever seen this particular man here before?" I challenge the customer care lady.
"No. But his type, we know them. Just go in with him but you are liable for him." She warns me.

I furious pick a basket and hand it to Ali. We buy a few packets of flour, sugar and cooking oil. We go to the counter. We pay. Ali proudly picks the receipt the attendant hands him and stuffs it in his bag. Just as we are walking out, this guy walks up to us, blocking our path.

"Let me see the photo you took." He demands.
"What?!"
"You took a photo outside there. Let me see it. You have to delete it." He continues.
"No. I am not giving you my phone neither am I deleting the selfie I took outside the premises at a public space with my friends here." I shot back.
The guy was causing a scene at this point, demanding for my phone and the soldiers had even come to gang up against us, standing on the way so we can't leave.

"You won't leave. We will detain you." Mr guy threatened.

I laughed, angrily and nervously. "I am leaving! You can't detain me and I'm not giving anyone my phone."

They held me there for a humiliating while, causing a scene before other shoppers. I was now at the verge of tears. I started to my friends, telling them what was happening. The injustice was no longer Ali's. It was mine too, for daring associate with him.

After talking to my friend, I felt energetic enough. I walked past them, pushing, daring them to drag me back inside by the hair or smth. They shouted at me but didn't stop me. As I got my bag, one attendant told me that we were no longer welcomed to the supermarket.

Ali and I walked off. He thanked me and I nodded at him before saying our goodbyes. I'm still seething." NAIVAS NAIVAS NAIVAS!!! Sisi kama walala hoii hatuna maoni, Letu Jicho tu.