My fellow Kenyans,
I am humbled by your recognition of our unwavering fight to defend the Constitution and crush corruption.
We are already in court stopping the shady privatisation of the Kenya Pipeline Company (KPC). The hearing is set for Thursday, 23rd April 2026 at the High Court in Nairobi.
KPC is a vital national asset, it must not be sold off in secret deals that rob Kenyans.
We shall be in court to defend it. Stay vigilant. The people will prevail! #EconomicTreason #ReKe
@Tatizotatizo@edwinsifuna Don't stereotype Luos in "lump-sum".
Those are riffraff hired to do dirty work. Some of them may not even be Luos. Majority of Luos are informed and will not even vote the ways those few who "want power" think. I'm right in the heart of luoland now
I have learnt not to judge people harshly.
I have learnt that some smiles hide unbearable pain.
And I have learnt that this world can be cruel especially to orphans, single mothers, and street children who are forced to survive without anyone truly seeing them.
Every day, I pray for the forgotten. Because clearly, society has already moved on without them.
This is Collins Otieno Ochieng. He is turning 19 this year.
Nineteen and already pushed out of school for two years.
Not because he is lazy. Not because he failed. But because poverty shut the door on him.
An orphan. The only child of his late parents. Raised by a struggling grandmother and a father who cannot provide. He was a student at Madungu Secondary School in Ugunja Constituency Sigomre Ward.
Today, he is a boy surviving in Nairobi longing to complete his secondary school education.
I first met Collins in 2025 at City Mortuary a place of grief and injustice during the Albert Ojwang protests.
Police officers were attempting to grab me. In that moment, this young boy stepped in. He didn’t hesitate. He caused a commotion, stood his ground, and forced them to let me go.
A boy with nothing defending others.
I treated him like just another caring comrade. I didn’t see his struggle. I didn’t ask.
Then in December, he secretly told his story.
No home. No stability. No guarantee of food.
Living on the streets until Mtunge Mwangi alias Chebu gave him a small “room” in Kariokor a place he still stays, hoping each day he finds something to eat.
But what is breaking my heart is this:
Despite everything… he never stopped showing up.
He stood with human rights defenders. He marched in protests. He stood in solidarity.
And yesterday I met him again at Milimani Law Courts.
He was there.
Not for himself.
But standing with the family of Rex Maasai a victim of police brutality.
Think about that carefully.
A homeless, out-of-school orphan… showing up for justice… for others.
While the same system, the same activists, the same human rights organizations (@DefendersKE & @HakiKNCHR) he stands with ignore him.
And let’s be honest here:
Some of these human rights groups KNOW him. They KNOW his situation. They KNOW where he stays.
And they are still doing nothing.
Nothing.
That is not ignorance. That is neglect.
We fight for the dead. We amplify pain when it trends. We speak loudly when cameras are present.
But right in front of us is a living, breathing young man whose future is collapsing and we look away.
What kind of activism is that?
What kind of justice is selective like this?
We cannot keep shouting about rights while stepping over someone who has been walking with us, hungry, out of school, and invisible.
That is hypocrisy.
That is failure.
To my Luo people yes, you are in government. You have leaders. Governors, MPs, Senators, MCAs.
What is the value of that power if a child from your own community is pushed out of school by poverty and ends up surviving like this in Nairobi?
What are those offices doing?
Collins did not give up. He did not turn to crime. He did not disappear.
He chose solidarity.
And we rewarded him with silence.
Yesterday, I saw him again. Same struggle. Same quiet strength.
It took one simple question to expose all of us: Why can’t we take him back to school?
Schools are reopening in 21 days.
21 days.
This is not complicated.
This boy needs: School fees. Uniform. Shoes. Books. A chance.
Two years. That’s all it takes to completely change his life.
If you are a principal step forward. If you are a teacher step forward. If you have anything contribute.
Let us stop performing justice and start practicing it.
Let us not fail him again.
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And if we still choose to look away then let’s be honest with ourselves.
We are not defenders of human rights.
We are spectators of suffering.
He is 85 and insists on taking his wife’s hand everywhere they go. When he was asked why his wife kept looking away, he responded, “because she has Alzheimer's”. Then he was asked, will your wife worry if you let her go? He then replied, ′′she doesn't remember anything, she doesn't know who I am anymore, she hasn't recognized me for years.” Surprised, I said, “and you have continued to guide her every single day even though she doesn't recognize you?"
The elderly man smiled and looked into my eyes and said, ′′she may not know who I am, but I know who she is, and she is the love of my life.
@kingethuk@georgediano I support the listening bit. Whoever decampaigns ruto is our friend. But that doesn't qualifies Gachagua for a good leader. In fact, he's a devil incarnate.
"She saved a stranger’s child with $15. Decades later, she discovered why he had been searching for her.
In 1982, a Kenyan boy named Chris Mburu stood on the brink of losing everything. He was the brightest student in his rural district, studying by lamplight inside an earthen house without electricity. But his family could not afford his school fees. Without help, his education would end — along with any chance of escaping a life spent picking coffee in the fields.
Meanwhile, across the world in Sweden, an 80-year-old kindergarten teacher named Hilde Back came across a notice for a child sponsorship program. She chose a name from a list: Chris Mburu, Kenya. She began sending $15 every school term. There was no recognition, no expectation of gratitude — just a quiet decision to help a child she believed she would never meet.
That small amount changed everything.
Chris stayed in school. Over time, he and Hilde exchanged letters. She asked about his teachers, his studies, and his dreams. Through her words, he realized she wasn’t just part of an organization. She was a real person who believed in him. And he never forgot her.
Chris eventually graduated at the top of his law class at the University of Nairobi. He later earned a Fulbright scholarship to Harvard. He went on to become a United Nations human rights lawyer, helping prosecute genocide and crimes against humanity around the world.
Yet one thing always weighed on his heart. He had never properly thanked the woman who made his journey possible. In truth, he barely knew who she was.
In 2001, Chris founded a scholarship program for children like himself — talented students from poor families whose potential might otherwise be lost. He asked the Swedish Ambassador in Kenya to help him locate his mysterious sponsor so he could name the foundation after her.
They found her. Hilde Back. Still alive. Still living quietly in Sweden.
Chris traveled to meet her for the first time. He expected to meet a wealthy philanthropist. Instead, he found a humble, warm woman living simply — genuinely surprised that anyone considered her actions remarkable.
Then filmmaker Jennifer Arnold began documenting their reunion. During her research, she uncovered something Hilde had never told Chris.
Hilde Back had not been born in Sweden. She was born in Nazi Germany in 1922 to a Jewish family. At sixteen, when Hitler’s Nuremberg Laws banned Jewish children from attending school, strangers helped smuggle her to Sweden. Her parents stayed behind because Sweden’s refugee policies did not allow older Jews to enter. Both were later sent to concentration camps. Her father died there. Her mother disappeared, never to be heard from again.
Hilde survived the Holocaust because strangers helped her escape. She lost her own education because of who she was.
Fifty years later, she quietly paid for the education of a child across the world — a child who would grow up to fight the same hatred that destroyed her family.
When Chris learned her story, he wept. Hilde, meanwhile, had no idea that the boy she sponsored had devoted his life to prosecuting genocide.
In 2003, Hilde traveled to Kenya for the inauguration of the Hilde Back Education Fund. The entire village welcomed her as an honorary elder. In 2012, she returned again to celebrate her 90th birthday, surrounded by hundreds of children whose futures had been transformed through her generosity.
Hilde Back passed away on January 13, 2021, at the age of 98.
Today, the Hilde Back Education Fund has supported nearly 1,000 Kenyan children in continuing their education. Many have graduated from universities around the world. Many now give back — mentoring younger students and contributing monthly donations to support the next generation.
One woman. Fifteen dollars. One child.
That child created a foundation. That foundation changed hundreds of lives. And those lives continue to change others.
@MrKipkalya@Arara_goa "At the very least, those who hate him must honour the scars he got, so that today's lesser politicians with stomach philosophies enjoy the easy ride to State House to pick brown envelopes."
This is a plus to the article 💞
@EdwinLallo@gabrieloguda Mr. Bishop, hujafa hujaumbika! Even at your age you may find yourself being wrapped in pampers. It's not ages matters it's fate!
@NationAfrica Even the current grabbers who think the enjoy immunity by the trappings of power they wield, the wheels of justice may seem to grind slowly but eventually will catch up with them!