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[Gaching'a Irungu @petersule8]

Power outage again in Utawala Rockside Mihango area 37176888024 since 8am and at night also there's an issue
@KenyaPower_Care

[Gaching'a Irungu @petersule8]

I reported power outage yesterday morning you guys rectified again this morning at 6am there's a power black out told you it's persistent what's wrong apa Utawala Mihango Rockside area 37176888024 MTR no
@KenyaPower_Care

[Gaching'a Irungu @petersule8]

There has been a persistent issue of power outage here at Rockside Utawala Mihango area kindly this has become too much 37176888024 MTR no
@KenyaPower_Care

[Gaching'a Irungu @petersule8]

Reporting power outage in Utawala Mihango area this issue is becoming persistent 37176888024
@KenyaPower_Care

[Gaching'a Irungu @petersule8]

@KenyaPower_Care I believe there's an issue here at Rockside Utawala Mihango area we've been having black outs for a week just yesterday the technical team was here at night but today morning we are experiencing a black out the reference number was 15456433

[IKENNA @kena_ewuru]

Men are always vague with answers. You should be worried when a man gives you a detailed answer. 🤣

[Mindset Machine  @mindsetmachine]

It's unhealthy how many times I listen to Snoop Dogg say this 🙌

[Yoko @Kibet_bull]

Kevin Kiarie trained in the rain, fundraised his money, went to Benin and won.
Being a man ain’t easy.

Truphena who was a lady was approached by many brands for just hugging a tree.

[willinill! @willinilli024]

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[King™️ @UTDxKing]

They've created a song for Man Utd too 😂, wait for Bruno's part 🥶🔥

[Mastery Mindset @_masterymindset]

This video will change your life ‼️‼️

[YOM🗣️ @ThaBoyYom]

Content! 👌

[Men of Purpose @Men_Of_Purpose]

I’ve listened to this more than 42 times. Oh boy what a message!!!!🔥🔥

[Interesting STEM @InterestingSTEM]

Math trick to find percentages

🎥: brainathlete

[AI Panda @AIPandaX]

I Come back to this speech every once in a while…

[KENYA GOSSIP CLUB @kenyagossips]

Kenyan Die-hard Fan Kevin Masagara Leads Manchester United Supporters In Celebrating Their 2–1 Win Against Crystal Palace.

[The Disrespected Trucker @DisrespectedThe]

I've found this out the hard way.

[Sophia ❣️ @KeruboSk]

I was eating alone at a restaurant. Not because I’m lonely. Because I needed peace. I ordered food and sat by the window watching the city. Then I noticed a small boy. He looked about 7. He was standing outside the restaurant staring in. Not begging. Not shouting. Just… staring. His eyes followed the plates being served. My heart tightened. Then he slowly walked away.
I don’t know why, but something told me to follow him. I went outside. I saw him sitting on the curb with a small bottle of water. I asked gently, “Are you hungry?” He looked up at me and nodded slowly.
So I went back inside. Ordered a meal. Packed it. Came back. Handed it to him. His hands were shaking as he took it. He didn’t even say thank you immediately. He just opened it fast and started eating like his body didn’t trust the food would stay.
I sat beside him quietly. Then after a few bites he whispered: “Thank you… I haven’t eaten since yesterday.” That sentence punched me. Because yesterday? That’s not hunger. That’s suffering.
I asked him where his parents were. He said, “My mom is sick. She sleeps a lot.” I swallowed hard. He kept eating.
Then he said something that broke me completely: “I didn’t want to steal. I just wanted to look.” LOOK. He was looking at food like it was a dream.
That day I went home and couldn’t eat. Because I realized the world is unfair in ways people don’t talk about.

[Moonlight 🌙 ✨ @Moonlight_myths]

I lost my husband because of pride.
At 2:50 a.m., he tapped me for help and I pushed his hand away. I didn't know that was the last time he would ever touch me.
💔💔💔

My husband and I had a small argument one Tuesday morning while getting ready for work.
He complained about the way I sliced the bread said it looked messy and "unpresentable."
His words hit me like a slap in the room.
If I had known what would come after, I would have just laughed and prepared another slice.

[Mr PitBull Stories @MrPitbull07]

"Every Tuesday at 3 PM, my mother calls the same wrong number.
Has for six years.
"Hello, this is Susan. Is Robert there?"
Same response every time, "No Robert here. Wrong number."
"Oh, I'm so sorry to bother you."

Then she hangs up. Sets a reminder for next Tuesday.
I thought it was dementia. Mom's 71. Maybe forgetting she'd already tried this number.
"Mom, that's not Robert's number. You've called it 300 times. Why do you keep calling?"
She looked at me strangely. "I know it's not Robert's number."
"Then why"
"Because someone answers."

Turned out, the woman who answers is 83. Lives alone. Has severe social anxiety. Never leaves her apartment. No family. No friends.
"Six years ago, I called your brother's old number by mistake," Mom explained. "Woman answered. We talked for two minutes. When I apologized for the wrong number, she said, 'Please call again anyway. Nobody calls me.'"
"So you just... kept calling?"
"Every Tuesday. We talk for exactly twelve minutes. About nothing. Weather. TV shows. Her cat. Then I say I have to go, and she says okay."
"For six years?"
"For six years."
"Does she know you're calling on purpose?"
"Of course. I'm not subtle. But we maintain the fiction. I 'accidentally' call. She 'happens' to answer. We pretend it's chance, not choice."
"Why the pretend?"
"Because accepting help is hard. Accepting a wrong number is easy."

Mom's phone buzzed. Tuesday, 3 PM reminder.
She dialed. "Hello, this is Susan. Is Robert there?"
A pause. Then laughter. "No Robert here, Susan. But I'm here. How was your week?"
I listened to them talk. About the weather. A TV show. The cat's vet appointment.
Twelve minutes exactly. Then, "I should let you go."
"Okay, Susan. Same time next week?"
"Oh, I'm sure I'll accidentally dial this number again."
More laughter. Goodbye.

Mom hung up. Looked at me. "Her name is Dorothy. I've never met her. Don't know her last name. Don't know her address. Just her voice every Tuesday for twelve minutes."
"What if you stop calling?"
"Then she stops having Tuesdays."
Mom died last year. Suddenly. Heart attack.
I found Dorothy's number in her phone. Called it.
"Hello?"
"Hi. My name is Sarah. I'm Susan's daughter. I think... I think you were expecting her call today."
Silence. Then crying.
"She's gone, isn't she?"
"Yes. I'm so sorry."
"Can I ask you something? Did she ever tell you why she really called?"
"She said you needed someone to call."
"That's what she told you. But I'm calling to tell you why I answered. Because your mother's voice on Tuesdays was the only thing that kept me alive. I had the pills ready four times. Four different Tuesdays. And every time, at 3 PM, she called. And I couldn't do it after hearing her voice."

I've been calling Dorothy every Tuesday for nine months now.
Same time. Same "wrong number" fiction.
Because my mother taught me, sometimes the most important call you make is to the wrong person.
On purpose.
Every Tuesday.
For as long as someone answers."
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Let this story reach more hearts....
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Credit: Grace Jenkins