To everybody that gathers the courage to spill the contents of their heart, to tell the world of how broken/ how torn they feel, how they do not wanna go on, I am very proud of you.
You've managed to build a community by coming out.
Eng. Luka Kipchumba Kimeli, DG @KeNHAKenya 🫡
I greet you today in the name of Lord Vishnu.
Not because I suspect you practice Hinduism, but because your fear for Lord Jesus is clearly at zero.
Probably because of Pastor Kanyari and his colleagues who’ve been using that name as a business name for so long you stopped taking it seriously.
But be assured Engineer, He is still very much operational.
I come to you most days NOT because I want your job.
I come because I genuinely believe your employment letter has my name written all over it.
Now look at this image.
That mountain of sand.
Sitting. In the MIDDLE of Waiyaki Way.
Opposite Njuguna’s place.
On one of the busiest highways in East Africa.
Just sitting there for days.
No warning signs.
No barriers. No apology. Just sand.
Proud sand. Unbothered sand.
Engineer, I know your children are abroad. Safe. Warm.
Probably in a country where a civil servant would lose sleep and their job if they left a sand mountain on a highway overnight.
But Wafula from Kangemi?
His children are squeezed in a single room in Kangemi.
They have nowhere to go.
But they want to see him come home.
Not in a casket.
Kamau from Kinoo?
Yes he drinks.
Yes he’s occasionally useless to his family on weekends.
But even his family who have every reason to complain would still rather hear his noise every evening than attend his funeral because a contractor left unmarked sand on Waiyaki Way at night.
This is conduct unbecoming Engineer.
Your equivalent abroad where your children live loses sleep over things like this.
You? You’re sleeping like a man with zero outstanding items.
You and I must agree on one thing today.
Let us hate mediocrity together.
Let us set a bare minimum, you from UoN, me from Kingeero Polytechnic and agree that mountains of sand on highways with zero warnings is below that minimum.
This has to be cleared today.
Not tomorrow. Today!
Your favorite villager. Still watching. Always watching. 👀
In a solemn tribute, families of those who lost their lives during the 2024 and 2025 protests marched to Parliament to lay flowers in their memory, joined by leaders James Orengo, Martha Karua, and David Maraga.
🎥:@VOCALAfrica_#PulseNews
I will never forget the bravery I witnessed on 25 June 2024. So many people were afraid, yet determined to show up. On that day, the impossible happened. Its reverberations are still unfolding, and perhaps have yet to be fully felt.
June 25th: we remember the 60+ lives lost, 300+ still unaccounted for, betrayed by the very public servants whom they pay their salaries. We remember them as patriots who fought for this country. We will continue the fight.
Niko Kadi, and this week, I am Denzel Omondi.
Bodies were collected and pilled up in police trucks like gabbage. People were haunted in their residential areas and killed for fun.
June 25th should forever live with us, it reminds us of the bandits we have in office and who MUST GO!
Bro,the BILLIONAIRE you are;HIDING behind 'debts';forcing many months' UNPAID labour slaving to defend your STANDARD headlines 'BOLD' extortion GANGSTERISM driven by GREED;is HEARTLESS to loyal workers, INSULT to journalism and BETRAYAL to free media that STANDARD once belonged.
A reminder that Eric Shieni was taken out by a snipper shot because he was running for his life. Unarmed, and trying to survive the chaotic streets messed up by Ruto's police the young man was killed in cold blood because we have a tone deaf regime. A regime that knows it all.
Even kids were not spared by the killers. You can not just ask us to forget all this because you came up with a compensation scheme. You do not deserve 1 more hour, minute or even a day after overseeing this kind of brutality.
The events of June 25th changed me in ways I cannot describe. They ignited a rage within me that still burns to this day. I chose to document and write about that day and the days that followed, for the record, and so that one day, we hold people to account for what happened.