Would you like to host this seminar at Nakuru Governor's Susan Kihika's Encore Hotel, build using stolen public money?
That'd be taking the story closer to unveiling the mystery of disappearing public funds.
Love isn't enough—compatibility in finances, sex drive, and politics matters way more than "soulmates." That butterflies-in-the-stomach crap fades fast; what lasts is shared values on money (spender vs. saver), bedroom frequency (mismatch = dead bedroom syndrome), and worldview (a liberal and conservative? Good luck surviving holidays). Therapy can't fix fundamental mismatches. We've romanticized overcoming odds, but stats show high-conflict couples divorce quicker. This bursts the Disney myth, so yeah, knives out.
Fuel up 46 shillings
Electricity up by 4 shillings with less units
Salaries stay the same
Taxation stays the same
Unemployment at its highest with industries closing
Parliament is silent
All 349 of you will go
Jicho Pevu in action 😂 Man stole my SSD in full 4K multi-angle production 😭 Left it on stage after the Feb show, spent weeks looking for it… only to get sent a video of a third party partner literally jacking it 💀 After repeatedly saying they hadn’t seen or taken it too 😂
God will literally sit you down and break you to humble you, then will isolate you to build you. Then give you back everything 10x to prove to you He’s real and everything is for a reason. Keep your trust in Him.
A close male friend told me recently, “Being friends with you is work.”
I’ve heard some version of “you’re too much” my entire life. So my body reacted before my mind could. My chest tightened, my throat closed, and that familiar heat crept up my spine to the back of my neck. I started to brace myself, to shrink, to prepare for the letting go.
Then he kept talking.
“Being friends with you is work, because you ask people to be honest. To be real. To be vulnerable. You don’t do surface-level connections, and that kind of depth scares a lot of people. It’s easier to avoid it. But I’m grateful I didn’t. You forced me to look at parts of myself I’d been ignoring, and in doing so, you helped me grow into a better version of myself.”
I exhaled, deeply, finally.
The kind of exhale that releases years of being misunderstood. I cried, not from hurt, but from relief and gratitude.
May I never again apologize for my depth. May I continue to attract souls who value truth, growth, and real connection. The kind that changes you.
Saw a post that said, “You can be the prettiest shade of Green, but you’ll never be enough for someone whose favorite color is Blue.”
Compatability is so important and mostly overlooked.
In our world, a “good man” is the one who doesn’t harm, harass, or abuse women. A “good woman” is the one who serves, gives, and forgives men. Do you see? Men are good when they let women live. Women are good when they live for men. -Farida D.
Tolerating always turns to resentment. At first, you call it patience, then love. But what it really is, is self-abandonment. Every time you swallow a boundary, excuse a pattern, or silence your discomfort, something inside you keeps score.
And eventually, the bill comes due.
Black children around the world were watching Speed connect and show the beauty and intrigue of places that people tell them are dirty, disgusting and unworthy.
Representation like this is so important for kids to imagine themselves beyond the walls of whiteness.