By the time I learned Mudavadi and Weta were less inspiring than a boiled egg and a packet of Mala I had not even met Raila. For them to claim it is Baba who has taught us to disrespect them is utter rubbish. Respect is earned. They haven't earned mine.
I told Mama Lihudu that if her son keeps up with his mischief, I will send him to Mukiibi’s Educational Institute for Sons of African Gentlemen.
And the she asked me, “hio shule iko wapi?”
She is an 8-4-4 millennial btw. How is that even possible?
I feel exactly how I felt when I started unravelling the life of Wangari Maathai. Just like Dolly she cared deeply about people. Dedicated herself to multiple causes. Wanted to leave a better world for the children. A lesson in there for me. The women who leave a mark care deeply
I have learnt to steer away from conversations I have no depth in. I just stick to medicine & tech.
Postpartum depression is a heartbreaking condition, particularly when the mother becomes a danger to herself or her baby. It is not something to write uninformed threads about.
Nobody could have guessed the outcome of yesterdays rally. Wangeacha Sifuna apitie main road hatungejua kuna Yemen homabay buana. We thank God for stupid politicians like Wanga.
A long time ago I met a very good tailor.
Later in life he struggled with mental health. He’d have random psychotic breaks. But unlike many, he held on to dignity. He stayed clean. Always in a suit and tie.
Because of how he looked, strangers would stop and listen when he spoke. Every so often he’d gather a crowd and tell them about his “job” as the Chief of Surgery at Kenyatta. How challenging it was. If nobody stepped in, people would listen for hours.
He passed away some time ago. I still think of him.
He reminded me of something important: the first time someone says something that reveals their mind to you, believe them. Dnt keep listening hoping for rational thoughts . Mimi ata heri niweke nyimbo za rose muhando .
Good morning from Ndeiyashire.