Check Uhuru Park and all the roundabouts with a patch of grass every weekend and see if it's not full of Kenyans hanging out. Same with any community fields and recreational spaces. Third spaces, especially green spaces, are a need for all and it's unfair to not prioritise them
I left the newsroom almost 20 years ago, and it was a known fact that if your camera gear got stolen, it ended up at Shah Ashish’s house. Cameras stolen during robberies or at the airport were sold to him. He has been the mafia of stolen cameras and filming equipment for decades.
I'm pathetic yes. Why should she enjoy her wedding day when her dad has destroyed many peoples lives? Hao wazazi wengine na watoto wengine hawakutaka kuwa na arusi zao ama za watoto wao?? Also was she not selling donated blood? Lmao Anyways yes I'm pathetic. Kwani?🤷🏿♀️
I have no love for anybody who steals our money. Money thats meant for hospitals,schools,roads etc
We go to Kenyatta to die there while they get treated abroad. Their children go to intl. Schools while ours wanangojea dishi na county. I hate them. I hate them!
I think the most painful part about fighting for change is watching people you genuinely believed were part of the movement slowly water it down, shake hands with murderers, laugh with them, sit comfortably around the very oppressors they once condemned, then come back with all sorts of explanations and excuses for why they were there, why it was necessary and why we shouldn’t read too much into it. And you’re left wondering, was any of this ever real, or were some of these people simply well calculated psyops from the very beginning?
And then you find yourself asking an even harder question, are the lives we lost not personal to you? Because for some of us, they are. We remember the young people who lost their lives fighting for a better country, the families that had to bury their children, the blood that was spilled, and maybe that’s why it’s so difficult to understand how someone who stood beside you through all of that can suddenly sit comfortably, laugh and shake hands with the very people we were fighting against 🥹
And somewhere along the way, you begin to understand why people like Patrice Lumumba, Dedan Kimathi, Thomas Sankara and so many other African heroes were killed so brutally. It wasn’t always because they didn’t have people around them. Many did. The problem was that some of the very people they believed they were fighting alongside had already sold out long before the fight was over.
Perhaps that is one of the hardest truths about fighting for change, eventually you realise that people really do have a price. Politics is indeed a dirty game, and I have a feeling 2027 will expose even more about people’s character.
But I really hope the few who genuinely believe in change don’t give up. Is it easy? Absolutely not. But I believe there is something deeply fulfilling about knowing that even if you died today, you never sold out, never shook hands with murderers and never became comfortable with people who have blood on their hands simply because they offered you money, access or power. Does that make you a hero? Absolutely not. It simply means you remained honest about what you stood for.
And eventually, when money no longer matters, when power no longer matters and when all the noise has died down, I think being able to live with yourself knowing you never betrayed what you believed in is what will matter most.
WANTAM!
He made the Met director apologize for accurately predicting the intensity of rain that was contradicting with what the government said, funny part Is The meteorology department was right
I have never forgotten Omtatah making the connection between a weak economy and lower rates of youths starting households. The sheer irony of an opulent union ceremony being used to humanise That Family na vijana wanashindwa kuoa 😭
🚨 BREAKING:
Belgian Prime Minister: More than 15,000 people in Gaza need prosthetics due to limb loss. 10,000 of these victims are children... Where is human dignity in all of this?
Call it jealousy, call it hatred, call it whatever, my hatred for that family will forever be constant...families have suffered and cried because of them halafu mko hapa mnajifanya, big nonsense...