THE QUIET FUNERAL OF CENTRAL KENYA
We have a big problem and nobody is talking about it.
Not in church. Not in the county assembly.
Not at the barber shop. Nowhere.
Let me tell you how I found out.
This year I needed to hire people.
A driver. A shamba boy. A gardener. A farmhand for my goats in Kingeero.
Simple jobs. Honest jobs. Jobs our fathers did with pride.
I am now on my TENTH driver. Tenth.
And it is barely August.
I am not quoting a government survey. I am not quoting NACADA.
I am quoting my own payroll.
Driver number one disappeared on a Tuesday. Found Thursday.
Driver number four came to work smelling like a distillery with a birth certificate.
Driver number seven asked for an advance on Monday and a funeral on Friday, his own liver was writing the eulogy in advance.
As I write this, my current driver is sitting in a police station.
Arrested for drunk driving.
From a MORNING assignment. Not a night out. Not a wedding. A morning assignment I sent him.
The sun had barely cleared Ngong Hills and this man was already gone.😕
Walk through any shopping centre in Central Kenya at 6am and count the men leaning on verandas waiting for the den to open.
Men aged 25 to 45.
The exact men who should be marrying, building, planting, carrying coffins of the OLD, not filling them.
These are working alcoholics.
They show up.
They function. Barely.
They drive your matatu.
They wire your house.
They handle your goats.
And every shilling they touch goes through a keg tap before it reaches home.
And here is the part that breaks me.
Go to the villages.
The shambas are being run by women.
The chamas are women.
The church is women.
The funerals committee is women.
The boys are at the base.
An entire generation of Kikuyu men is quietly drinking itself out of history, and we are watching it happen through our car windows on the way to work.
Who will marry the girls?
I am serious.
Our daughters are graduating, working, buying plots and looking around at a marriage market of men who cannot pass a breathalyser at 8am.
We keep asking why our girls are single at 35.
The answer is staggering home right now from a den in Wangige.
Who will cry for the boy child?
Everyone laughed when that phrase started.
Nobody is laughing in Central Kenya.
We buried the boy child a long time ago.
We just haven’t held the funeral, because the men who should carry the casket are drunk.
And the funerals themselves, have you noticed?
A 34-year-old dies and the eulogy says “after a short illness.”
No. Name the illness.
The illness is sold in a 300ml bottle for fifty bob behind the market.
The illness has a distributor, a supply chain, and protection.
We are the region of coffee. Of tea. Of hustle.
Of men who walked from Kingeero to Nairobi barefoot and built empires.
And their grandsons cannot walk from the den to the gate.
So I am asking, honestly, painfully, with ten drivers worth of evidence:
Who will talk about this?
The politicians won’t the dens are voters.
The church whispers about it once a year.
The families hide it out of shame.
We have a problem.
It is not coming.
It is here.
It has a police OB number and it is sitting in a cell wearing my company’s uniform.
Central Kenya is not dying of poverty.
Central Kenya is dying of thirst and it keeps drinking the wrong thing.
Reason = pettiness outside of Nairobi.
Open a call centre in Nairobi with 500 people, you can get the best people with qualifications you need and you can fire at will.
Do the same in Embu, you are suddenly the biggest employer and the governor demands that 50% of employees come from there and firing the governor's relative is impossible.
Police in Thika have busted an illegal alcohol plant in a residential estate, seizing KES 2.3M worth of illicit liquor, ethanol drums, and fake excise stamps.
The truth is, the devil wants you to;
watch porn
Have meaningless sex
Stay poor
Be irresponsible
Smoke weed every day
Indulge in garbage food
Get depressed
Never find love
Never have kids
Reject your nature
Live a sad life
Die a lonely death.
What to do;
- Make money
- Eat clean
- Walk more
- Lift weights
- Quit porn
- Sleep earlier
- Wake up at 5 or 6 AM
- Fast in the morning
- Drink more water
- Talk less and only what's necessary
- Listen more
- Say NO often
- Acknowledge when you're not informed
- Spend time alone
- Acknowledge when you're wrong
- Love your family
- Avoid negative thoughts.
To win as a man, understand your life is 100% your responsibility.
Which protests were police actually controlling here, and why is everyone dressed like they are heading to war when the country is mostly trying to resume normal business?
Police are now so desperate for protests, allowances and deployment money that even a protest of three people has become a procurement opportunity for senior National Police Service officials and Interior Ministry people.
Every whistle, tweet, small gathering or rumour of maandamano now becomes helmets, teargas, roadblocks, fuel, cameras, meetings, allowances and a fresh security budget.
This is no longer public order management, it is maandamano monetisation, where ordinary police officers are thrown to the streets while the real eating happens in offices.
Kuna vitu unaweza fanyia dem ukifikiria you are impressing her but yeye anaona an idle stupid man who should respect himself and find a purpose in life
By 35yrs old (Man or Woman) you should know & accept that the world will value you for what you give it, not who you are - then stop acting like a victim of your age & life. People care about people that add value to their life, so if you’re a nice guy & it doesn’t change anyone’s life for the better… fuck that niceness. Apply yourself accordingly.
CORRECT ME IF I'M WRONG BUT, As I turn 43 this year, I have realised, as a man, no one cares about you. Not your wife. Not your family. Not your friends. Not your workmates. Nobody. People act like they care, but deep down, they don't. You are on your own. Always on your own.
Kairo taught me about cars while working together at Ocean Cross Autos and he is a great marketer. He does reviews like a Beast together with Earl Karanja. I learn a lot from the two gentlemen. But for me, I only know how to close deals🙌
Man is 60 years old.
His 52 years old wife left him forgetting that she's doing him a favour by clearing a deadwood. Now he's upgraded to an U23 damsel who calls him "sir", never complains, does all the chores, and drains his balls dry.
A man's prime is forever, just don't die.
Every legal practitioner, every Forester, every active citizen, every Kenyan,
Must come out and speak for Esther Wairimu Keige.
Esther Wairimu was a 54 year old senior Legal Officer , Kenya Forest Service, stationed at Karura Forest
Esther was abducted three weeks ago and she has been found dead.
We cannot normalize abductions and murder in this country.
Enough is Enough!
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