What is life Anyway? Elizabeth Njoki is 21 years old. She was born and raised in Nakuru by a banker father and a businesswoman mother. Her father built a 12-bedroom mansion and owned two cars while her mother ran a boutique. Life was comfortable until she was 12, when her father was diagnosed with cancer and diabetes. He died a month later.
Two weeks after the burial, her father's two brothers showed up and kicked the family out of their own home. They took the cars and the boutique, claiming everything belonged to their late brother. The family had nowhere to go.
They were taken in by a friend of her mother for two weeks. They then moved to Naivasha where another friend helped her mother find a job to provide for the children. The children went back to school and tried to accept their new reality.
After some time, the mother fell into depression and nearly lost her mind. Together with a friend, Njoki helped take her to Mathare Hospital where she was admitted. With her mother gone, Njoki dropped out of school and started doing casual jobs to buy food for her three siblings.
Her mother eventually got better and was discharged from hospital with help from the area MCA. Despite everything, Njoki managed to score 378 marks in her KCSE and a Good Samaritan paid for her entire secondary education.
But in Form Three, her mother's condition worsened again. She started disappearing for days at a time before returning home. Without her knowledge, some men took advantage of her situation and she came back pregnant. Njoki once again had to leave school and look for casual jobs to keep the family fed. Her mother later gave birth to their fifth child.
When they could not pay rent, the landlord locked them out with all their belongings still inside. A family friend then relocated them to their rural home in Kinangop to live with their grandmother. Things stabilised for a while. The children went back to school and Njoki adapted to a life of casual work because her mother's mental health kept deteriorating.
Their grandmother died in 2024 and they were kicked out of that home too. Njoki used her savings to rent a single room and life went on.
In June last year, Njoki collapsed and was rushed to hospital by a neighbour after she was found bleeding. Doctors discovered she had fibroids in her uterus requiring urgent surgery, or the uterus would have to be removed entirely to stop the bleeding. She could not raise the 80,000 shillings needed for the operation and continued living with the daily bleeding.
She was trying to manage her own condition, care for her mentally unstable mother, provide for the younger children and pay rent all at once. It became too much. The landlord kicked them out again and a neighbour took them in.
Then in August last year, their second born son was involved in an accident and died on the spot. Njoki went to the area chief who helped organise a simple burial within two days at a public cemetery in Longonot. Only a handful of people attended. Their mother was absent.
Njoki scored a B plus in KCSE. She had the grades to build a future for herself. Instead she chose to stay behind and hold her family together. Today she lives on hope alone, trusting that God will find a way through.
Kenya is like a prison being governed by prison wardens, where the prisoners line up after every five years to elect the chief warden. But none of these wardens talk about a prison break. None of them talks about freeing Kenyans from prison. The wardens pretend to be fighting each other but when they hear that the prisoners are uniting and planning a prison break, they unite and turn against the prisoners to protect their loot.
Kenya needs a prison break. Kenya needs a renaissance. Kenya needs a complete overhaul. Kenyans must turn against the wardens who have oppressed them for decades.
Kenyans MUST #DrainTheSwamp
@citizentvkenya The entire Nairobi Emergency Response department has officers with qualifications on Theology and Library Studies!
How will we expect that they will be able to deliver? Nairobi's problem is incompetency, right from Ruto, Sakaja and the officers he has appointed!
History has given Martha Karua a front-row seat to power its discipline, its betrayals, its victories and its collapses.
She has worked with Daniel arap Moi, stood firm during the era of Mwai Kibaki, and walked the long, complicated political journey alongside Raila Odinga. She has seen unity build governments and ego destroy movements.
She knows better than anyone that strong coalitions don’t collapse because of the people. They collapse because of dominance, monopoly politics, greed, and the disease of exaggerated self-importance. She has watched powerful formations crumble when individuals mistook collective struggle for personal property.
Mama Martha, this is your moment. Unite Liberate.
Sit them down every single one of them.
Sit Kalonzo Musyoka down.
Sit Eugene Wamalwa down.
Sit Fred Matiang'i down.
Sit Rigathi Gachagua down.
Look them in the eye and remind them: Kenyans are already united. It is the politicians who keep fragmenting themselves.
Tell them this nation will not be divided by party headquarters, coalition agreements, boardroom negotiations or personal ambitions disguised as strategy.
The youth are not interested in building bargaining chips.
We are not investing our energy to inflate political brands.
We are not marching so leaders can negotiate positions.
Our creed is simple. RUTO MUST GO. One line. No amendments.
And that line is this:
We will vote to send William Ruto home.
Not to strengthen parties.
Not to create new political empires.
Not to feed egos.
We speak to Martha Karua not just as a politician but as a mother of this struggle. A custodian of institutional memory. A woman who understands that division at the top demoralizes the ground.
The country is ready.
The people are aligned.
The mood is set.
Let no man’s ambition fracture what the people have already united.
Leadership now is not about who flies higher.
It is about who kneels lower for the sake of unity.
So now the official government data analyst is none other than Kipchumba @kipmurkomen, armed with a calculator powered by denial and vibes.
Kitengela crowd?
“Market day.” sijui teargas in wrong hands.
If two million people sneeze WANTAM in unison tomorrow, he will say it was a “free allergy testing program.”
Meanwhile in Kakamega, the numbers tripled. TRIPLED. Not doubled. Not inflated by boda bodas. Tripled. The kind of crowd that makes even the sun say, “Let me step aside and watch history.”
We are now waiting for the official explanation:
“It was cattle vaccination day.”
“They came to buy omena in bulk.”
“It was a lost-and-found convention.”
“Uhuru’s mother sent text messages.”
“Kibaki’s girlfriend sponsored the turnout.”
Or maybe Farouk Kibet will discover a new conspiracy involving clouds, witches, and expired maize flour.
At this point, if the ocean parts, they’ll say it was a drainage project.
But here’s the uncomfortable truth: markets don’t chant. Tomatoes don’t sing. Cabbages don’t raise fists. And goats don’t mobilize themselves across counties.
When a country shows up like that, it’s not shopping. It’s speaking.
And when people start speaking in numbers that cannot be insulted, cannot be bribed, cannot be intimidated that’s not a market day.
That’s a verdict.
The excuses are getting thinner. The crowds are getting louder. The panic is getting visible.
The country has decided.
Now we wait for the press conference where they explain how gravity caused the rally. @mainamaggie4 I told you.
The Presidential motorcade now has more riders than a boda boda stage in Githurai at 6pm.
It’s less “Head of State” and more “Head of State-Sponsored Talent Show: Kenya’s Got Goons.”
At this point, if you attend a rally, carry two phones. One for use. One for sacrifice.
"John Mbadi is SCREAMING you'd think he is going to burst a vein to demonstrate to President William Ruto that he's Nyayo kamili."- Barack Muluka
As the ODM fractures intensifies, Barack Muluka identifies Gladdys Wanga, John Mbadi and Hassan Joho as sycophants hoping to to survive politically by aligning with Ruto.
Sen. Kajwang: The Senate is being manipulated by Governors. Sh35M spent on an incinerator in Tharaka Nithi; Sh5M house-warming in Vihiga; Sh3.9M on Xmas tree lighting in Bungoma; Sh55M on tree seedlings during drought in Mandera and Sh10M diverted to a bodaboda event in Embu
⭕️ A suspect in court doesn’t demand empaneling the Bench &
⭕️ Players do not decide the referee