Two pilots swapped planes mid-air in a Red Bull-sponsored stunt, and it cost them both their licenses.
Red Bull gave them wings, then the FAA took them away 😂
Used to work for one of the billionaires in Kenya. Man used to ensure we share in the same tray of Chicken. Initially thought he was purely generous....later realized it was insurance 😁.
@WilliamsRuto I was diagnosed with cancer soon after you were declared president. I have always wondered whether there is a link. Before I die, I want to know, how much money and land do you need, and how much suffering do you want to inflict on Kenyans before you die?
JUST IN: Authorities in Nepal accused Mount Everest guides of poisoning climbers to trigger helicopter rescues in an insurance scam
Investigators said guides allegedly put baking soda in food to cause symptoms that mimicked altitude sickness
Police said the groups then arranged costly helicopter evacuations and submitted fraudulent medical and flight documents
Authorities said the scheme generated about $19.69 million in insurance payouts
Police charged 32 people, including trekking company owners, helicopter operators, and hospital executives, with organized crime and fraud
@samsiria In Nairobi CBD, all the women are your type and you can spend the rest of your life with,infact chances are high of being hit by a beautiful girl while looking at another beautiful girl.
Nothing you have mentioned here is success. PwC pays college kids literal peanuts to work themselves to death (I know, I was in that life). 500 beer crowd is living on total debt one paycheck from the gutter (I know, I was in that life sans the debt). Ditto cars.
Do you want to be successful or do you want to appear successful?
Nothing you have mentioned here is success. PwC pays college kids literal peanuts to work themselves to death (I know, I was in that life). 500 beer crowd is living on total debt one paycheck from the gutter (I know, I was in that life sans the debt). Ditto cars.
Do you want to be successful or do you want to appear successful?
Breaking — Trump: “Iran hit world's biggest aircraft carrier from 17 angles we ran for our lives it was over”
We told you it was struck and it ran away.
Now Trump is confirming it.
One of the things that surprised me when I first started conducting oral histories in Togo is that people would refer to specific times “before cement” it was interesting to see how some ppl use the introduction of cement as a historical marker.
I didn’t leave God… I just relocated from Nairobi churches.
Buana, let me confess something small before you judge me … if you ever see me on a Sunday morning cruising slowly along Kiambu Road, hoodie on, shades on, enjoying that soft life energy as I head toward Karura or just anywhere the road feels peaceful, just know it’s not rebellion… it’s self-preservation. Because Nairobi churches? Eh… hiyo ni syllabus ingine kabisa.
I remember when I first moved here, I was very serious about this thing. Bible in one hand, offering envelope in the other, heart pure like mafuta ya kupika, fully committed to showing up and growing spiritually like a good, disciplined believer. The Sunday was amazing warm smiles, genuine welcomes, people shaking your hand like they’ve been waiting for you your whole life. The second Sunday, they already knew my name, which felt nice… like I belonged. But by the third Sunday? They now knew my potential.
Suddenly it shifted.
“Joy, have you considered partnering with the ministry?”
“Joy, God has placed you in our hearts to support this project…”
And just like that, before you even settle in, before you even understand the culture, you slowly realize you’re no longer just a member… you’ve become a budget line. Then there’s this other part… prayers.
Ati if you want “special prayers,” you must “connect with the man of God.”
Now I’m there wondering… connect aje? Wi-Fi ama M-Pesa?
Because the way some of these things are structured, it slowly stops feeling like faith and starts feeling like a subscription plan where everything has tiers and access levels. You find yourself mentally categorizing it like:
*Basic package – general prayers
*Premium – one-on-one session
*VIP – deliverance + prophecy + follow-up 😂
And you just sit there like… surely?
Now compare that with upcountry…
My friend, huko hakuna pressure, hakuna mchezo mingi. A simple church harambee of maybe 4,000 bob by the time people finish contributing, every single coin is accounted for with honesty that doesn’t even need auditing. There’s no drama, no manipulation, no “seed kubwa ndio baraka kubwa” pressure. It’s just community in its purest form. Buana treasurer anatemembea mpaka kiatu inaisha na akona pesa yenu kwa account.
If someone is sick, people show up without being asked. If someone is struggling, contributions happen naturally. If someone succeeds, the whole place celebrates like it’s a collective win. Faith huko feels human genuine, soft, and real in a way that doesn’t feel forced or commercialized.
Now come back to Nairobi…
Even your group leader knowing your name feels like onboarding into a startup …
“Kindly fill this form…”
“Join this WhatsApp group…”
“Kindly support this initiative…”
Unajiuliza tu pole pole… hii ni kanisa ama CRM system?
So these days, my Sundays look very different, and honestly, very peaceful. There’s no alarm, no rushing to beat traffic, no mental preparation for announcements and contributions. It’s just me, a quiet drive, sometimes Karura, sometimes a random road trip with no destination, just vibes.
Music playing softly in the background, windows slightly down, Nairobi breeze doing its thing… and in those quiet moments, I find myself thinking about life, reflecting, and talking to God… directly. No middleman. No pressure. No invoices.
And before someone jumps in with, “umeacha Mungu…” Relax. I didn’t leave God… I just stepped away from the performance.
Because there’s a very real difference between religion and spirituality, and sometimes we confuse the two. Religion can start to feel like structure, systems, and expectations… but spirituality? Spirituality feels like connection raw, personal, and honest.
I chose connection.
If you see me holding the steering wheel on a Sunday morning, just know I’m still praying…
just in motion.