Fellow Kenyans, I need you to help me reset, rebuild and restore Kenya.
I have chosen to run a campaign that is funded by you, ordinary Kenyans.
I am appealing to you to make a donation to the campaign.
If my campaign is funded by donations from you, the everyday Kenyan, then it becomes OUR campaign. And I will be accountable to you, the everyday Kenyan.
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16 kids are dead because we cannot handle a fire around a military based camp but we want to handle Ebola???? A whole pandemic??? And y'all still giving that man a platform??? Maybe we actually deserve what we're going through! This country is sickening man!💔
My name is Patrick Gachie . On Friday 15th /05/2026 .I was conned with a stolen cheque after delivering onions worth 115k to a man called Kennedy Meme , who has since disappeared
I’m now unwell , depressed and defeated . As a full-time student Onions were my only source of
Fellow Kenyans, I need you to help me reset, rebuild and restore Kenya.
I have chosen to run a campaign that is funded by you, ordinary Kenyans.
I am appealing to you to make a donation to the campaign.
If my campaign is funded by donations from you, the everyday Kenyan, then it becomes OUR campaign. And I will be accountable to you, the everyday Kenyan.
You can donate any amount.
Simply log in to
https://t.co/Qnx8YlSx5o.
Or go to Mpesa Paybill: 4164137
Account Number: 4164137
A family in Kariobangi South is desperately searching for their two young children who went missing on Wednesday at around 5:00pm.
The boy is 4 years old, while the girl is only 2. They were last seen holding hands near Kwa Chief in Kariobangi South. Their loved ones are pleading with anyone around Kwa Chief, Civo, Buruburu, 56 or nearby areas who may have seen them to report to the nearest police station or contact the family immediately via 0711569605 / 0742829805.
Every share could help bring these little ones back home safely. Please keep an eye out, share widely, and keep the family in your prayers. 🙏
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Instead of driving/flying to every corner of the country daily giving endless promises, why can't the president just mind his own business and only appear every 3 to 6 months to unvail completed state of art projects?
Kisumu County, you have humbled me.
From Awasi to Maseno, from Katito to the edge of the water at Dunga Beach, you came out not to see a politician, but to reclaim your Constitution.
To listen to our message of Ukombozi.
The #UkatibaCaravan has heard you.
Kenya has heard you.
Wamor!
#UkatibaMovement #UkatibaNdiyoTiba
I am not worried about Kenya in 2022. I am extremely worried for Kenya Post 2022 because a Ruto presidency post 2022 looks like it's inevitable and Ruto isn't someone you'd want to give a country to lead.
Dear Gloria Orwoba,
I still remember that day at Kamukunji Police Station with painful clarity. You came there as the complainant, after I called you out for supporting the Finance Bill 2024.
You looked me in the eye right there in front of the OCS and other officers and said, “William Ruto will be re-elected, and I do not need any of your votes in 2027. I will be nominated again.” Your words weren’t just confident they were dismissive, final, and laced with a kind of power that felt untouchable.
But it didn’t end there.
You went further far further than anyone should. You said, “I can orchestrate your poisoning, and you will die a slow death.” Those words have echoed in my mind ever since. They were not said in jest. They were cold, deliberate, and meant to instill fear. From that moment, trust disappeared completely. I stopped eating anything unless it came from my lawyer, or @MkenyaMzi or @edmondwabwire, because fear had already taken root.
And then came the instructions that followed. You told them to deny me bond. You told them to torture me. And they did. You may never fully grasp what that period did to me, but I live with its consequences every day. Even now, two years later, I am still treating illnesses that began during that time. My body remembers what happened, even if others choose to forget.
So when I hear that you can walk into a station and demand an apology, I cannot help but feel the weight of that irony. It is heavy. It is painful. It is, in many ways, incomprehensible.
I do not need an apology from you. Not because what happened was acceptable but because I understand what drove it. You were, in that moment, consumed by power. And power, when unchecked, can make people say and do things that reveal who they truly are.
But understand this: words and actions do not simply disappear. They linger. They settle. They shape lives. And while time may pass, accountability has a way of finding its moment quietly, steadily, and without force.
I carry my truth. And one day, in one way or another, it will speak for itself.