The Texans should have won that game. Dan Campbell made me a believer but for one game this season the Lions were MONSTERED by the Texans D and CJ Stroud did CJ Stroud things once again. Tafakari hayo
I KNOW THAT’S RIGHT 🥇| Sha'Carri Richardson is taking home her first-ever gold medal after the US women won the 4x100-meter relay at the 2024 Paris Olympics 👏🏾
This is a Boarding ✈️ call to Justice and Administrative Action rather than baseless dialogue.
Hosted Shujaa @fit_ermined on the balcony and Kienyeji Chicken, Managu & Ugali was on the menu. They complained we’re eating KFC, we listened and took Administrative Action.
“One death is a tragedy, a million is a statistic" is the folly of emotions we need to unshackle ourselves before healing as a nation. Let justice be our shield and defender, and only then can we bring back the value of life as nation 🇰🇪
RETWEET AND LET THE WORLD KNOW WHAT’S HAPPENING IN KENYA
#RutoMustGo
Our blood means nothing!
It's sticky, disgusting, with a weird hue.
It doesn’t clean or purge, it only stains.
The pink from water cannons is much better and more valuable—
Made of taxpayer money and sanctioned by killers.
Our blood is worthless.
Our screams are annoying!
They’re loud, despicable in essence.
They mean nothing—go cry over your useless loved ones at home, you dirty scumbags!
We’re poor, filthy, not worth inviting to the negotiating table.
Our meat can’t be served at the cannibals’ carnival,
Because we’re poor, young, and useless.
Our time is irrelevant!
We’re neither here to be seen nor heard.
That’s why they beef up security when we want to speak or be seen.
That’s why they take days off when we put our lives on the line.
We’re worth nothing and should be paid no mind.
Our experiences are inconsequential!
We’re subhuman subjects, non-playing characters at best,
In a game about us, by them, for them.
Our dreams, screams, and fears are talking points for a salary increase.
The blood of our fallen comrades is the level indicator of a player reshuffle.
They play the game on mute if our cries are uncomfortably loud,
By pulling a trigger, and change the graphics
By putting unpleasant characters in sacks or swamps.
You bleed, they feed!
You pay, they play!
You die, they get high!
Our blood means nothing!
Our cries mean nothing!
Our existence means nothing!
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