Kenyan public needs to be educated that an accident is an accident, if a car hits a motorbike, a pedestrian or another car, it's an accident and doesn't warrant mob justice or burning of vehicle. No one in sane mind goes to the road with intention of causing an ACCIDENT.
@edwinsifuna While Geoffrey Mosiria was busy helping Kenyans last night in the City, the Governor and Senator were watching series. They have let Nairobians down and must go. Drain the swamp!
William Ruto, you tax-raping, protest-killing sack of corrupt shit! Hustler my ass—you’ve fucked Kenya raw with your IMF cock-sucking policies, bleeding the poor dry while your cronies stuff their pockets with wheelbarrow loads of stolen cash. Gen Z kids bled out in the streets from your cop brutality, yet you hide in your palace preaching first-world delusions like some greasy tall liar with balls smaller than your approval ratings. Sneaky pussy signing shady bills in the shadows as the nation mourns its dead? You’re a walking embarrassment, turning Kenya into your personal ATM for foreign masters.
Go fuck yourself and those wheelbarrow delusions, you greedy prick! Your fake humility is as thin as your hairline, always dodging accountability while the economy tanks harder than your rigged polls. From hustler narrative to dictator vibes, you’ve betrayed every promise, leaving youth jobless and hopeless. Eat shit, Ruto—Kenya deserves better than your corrupt, power-hungry ass! 🔥
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David sits in his car. The engine is off, but he hasn't moved for ten minutes.
He is parked in the driveway of the house he pays for, staring at the front door. Inside, the lights are warm. He can see the silhouette of his wife, Sarah, moving in the kitchen. He can see his daughter watching TV. It looks like a perfect life.
But David isn't soaking it in. He is hyperventilating.
He grips the steering wheel until his knuckles turn white. He is taking these ten minutes to put the "mask" back on.
At work today, he lost a major client. The company is downsizing. He might not have a job in three months. The panic is a physical weight on his chest, crushing his lungs. He wants to walk inside, fall into Sarah’s arms, and say, "I’m scared. I don’t know if I can keep holding this up. I need you to tell me it’s going to be okay."
But he doesn't.
He remembers three years ago. His mother died. He broke down in front of Sarah. He cried. Really cried. He saw the look in her eyes shift. From comfort to fear.
The "Rock" had crumbled, and she didn't know how to look at him anymore. The attraction faded for months.
He learned his lesson: He is allowed to be sad, but he is not allowed to be helpless.
So, in the darkness of the driveway, David swallows the panic. He fixes his tie. He checks his reflection in the rearview mirror and practices the smile. The "I'm fine" smile.
He opens the car door and walks inside.
"Hey, honey! You're late," Sarah says, not looking up from her phone. "Did you remember to transfer the tuition fees? The school sent a reminder."
She didn't bother to ask how he is.
"Yeah, I did it," David says, kissing her cheek. She accepts the kiss, but she doesn't lean into it. That moment, he felt like he is just part of the furniture. A utility provider that keeps the lights on.
Later that night, in bed, David reaches out. He runs his hand down her arm, starving for a touch that isn't transactional. He just wants to feel desired. He wants to know he matters.
Sarah sighs. A heavy, annoyed sigh. "David, I'm exhausted. The kids were a nightmare today. Can we just sleep?"
He pulls his hand back immediately, humiliated. The "Beggar Dynamic" kicks in. He feels gross for even asking. He turns his back to her, staring at the wall.
Lying there, in the house he built, next to the woman he loves, David realizes the terrifying truth:
If he died tomorrow, they would miss him.
But if he went broke tomorrow, hmm...
He realizes he isn't loved unconditionally like his daughter or the dog. He is on a performance contract. As long as the payments clear, he is allowed to stay.
He closes his eyes. The panic returns. But he stays silent.
Because the only safe space he has left is inside his own head.
My senior colleague ananiambia there was a time alishika loan to fund a printing business idea, and the sacco was deducting almost everything for his payslip. His wife was taking care of the bills. Sahi he has built a massive school wear and stationery shop in town, and the wife is running it, mshahara ya mwezi anatengeneza na siku mbili. Kama sio biashara anafanya na mashule angekuwa ameresign kitambo. Shule huwa anakuja kuprotect his interests na kukunywa chai. With the right woman, kutoka Block is a must, my brothers.