There’s this lady friend of mine in her 50s, the kind of woman who talks about painful things with so much calmness that you start wondering whether you are the one who should be crying on her behalf, because years back she and her husband had a very normal morning routine where they would leave home together, pick the husband’s secretary along the way, then each proceed to work since the husband was self-employed while mama was a civil servant working elsewhere.
The secretary was not a stranger because mama knew her, liked her, trusted her and even treated her like a family friend, so when the secretary got pregnant and later lost the baby through a miscarriage, mama was genuinely there for her, comforting her, checking up on her and feeling bad for her the way any good woman would, only to discover years later that the baby she was helping this woman mourn was actually her husband’s baby.
Ayam telling you, hii Nairobi mtu hukaa na siri mpaka unashangaa kama ni marriage ama ni witness protection program, because the affair continued quietly for almost 20 years, and in those years another whole family was built somewhere in silence, complete with two sons, while mama was at home thinking the only thing her husband was building was business, kumbe chairman alikuwa na branch office ingine fully operational.
Mama only discovered everything at 52 after the other woman started threatening the husband that she would tell her everything herself, and that is when the man panicked, gathered courage from sijui wapi, came home with that serious face men wear when they are about to ruin your evening, then told mama there is something important he needed to say.
After confessing, he did not stop there because he later arranged for the introduction, and that is how mama found herself seated there being introduced to two grown sons like someone being shown land in Kamulu, with the husband trying to explain the situation calmly while everyone in the room was pretending this was a normal family meeting and not a whole Netflix documentary happening in real time.
What shocked me most is that mama has never told her own children because, according to her, she does not want to spoil the relationship they have with their father, and she believes that when he gathers enough courage to tell them by himself, then he will carry his own truth and explain it in his own time.
She was hurt, of course, because hakuna mtu anaweza be introduced to a 20-year secret and just say “sawa sawa” like mtu ameletewa wrong change kwa supermarket, but today she is at peace, and I kept wondering how much women carry quietly without making press statements, because marriage is not for the weak when one day you are giving someone a lift out of kindness, then years later you realize ulikuwa unapeleka co-wife job every morning na roho safi.
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Police officers should look very carefully at what is happening to the Central Police Station OCS Dishen Angoya, and also remember what happened to the former OCS dragged into the Albert Ojwang murder case.
When the political heat rises, police officers become the easiest disposable goods in this country.
They are used to enforce fear, suppress anger, carry out dirty orders, face citizens on the frontline, and when the same system needs a sacrifice, it throws them under the bus without blinking.
Today you are “following orders.” Tomorrow you are alone in court, alone in custody, alone before IPOA, alone before the public, and the people who gave instructions from above will suddenly develop memory loss.
Police officers must understand that power does not love them, It only uses them.
He who educates a girl child educates a community. Mambeet took the quote at its face value. As the Vice Chancellor of our prestigious Kalahari Desert University of Science & Technology (K-DUST), I can confirm we have received a new student, Arap Uria, who's interested in pursuing a Bachelor of Arts in Soil Engineering and Dust Mitigation.
Arap Uria is my veeery good friend. I call him Mambeet. But here in K-DUST, we don't involve friendship in the field of academia, so he must chop rice like the rest. Mambeet decided to play the parenting role to a woman whom they met at Kapchorwa Wines & Spirits, where he had visited to irrigate his throat while balancing his poverty against reality.
After a series of dates hapa na pale, Arap Uria won the tender to supply electricity along Kilgoris Lane, na kwa kweli, our boy didn't disappoint. As the Kalenjin proverb says, "The shorter the kwondo, the sweeter the tyondo." Indeed, Uria was locked. After a series of diameter measuring as far as horizontal engineering is concerned, the two were blessed with a young pikin.
Out of excitement, Uria decided to open a business for the young lady. As if that wasn't enough, Uria opened another business for the soon-to-be mother-in-law. But because simps never learn, Arap Uria decided to pay university fees for the young damsel. Where her parents failed, Uria decided to give it a try.
He played her father's role. He went too far, forgetting that his only mission was to eat the food that faces the earth and leave the queue for the next potential guy. A man should never start a relationship by saving women from their mess. Do not elevate her, it's that simple.
After the young lady finished campus and graduated courtesy of Uria's aid, she went and looked for his type,,,you know, those with degrees and well-functioning brains. Now Arap Uria has come out crying foul that all is not well.
His utterances show that our boy is indeed heartbroken, na nikama amewachwa akiwa paralyzed. When he confronted the young lady, he was told the simps’ motto: "Did I force you to pay for my school fees?" Mailood, women are not pipoos.
Na tulikua tumemuwuon. Let him suffer the consequences of his ignorance. Anyone who assumes parental roles like paying fees for a girlfriend deserves dusty cyclones tenfold. Getting attached to a woman should be the last thing ever.
Treat them as strangers; they are not your relatives. Dominate and penetrate, otherwise kivumbi utakula. You can just sponsor a woman in good faith, not necessarily for marriage. Alternatively, take her to college after getting at least three children with her.
The heartbreak has forced Uria to stop supporting his little pikin, according to the culprit. But sometimes, as a man in life, you get tired, and when you are tired, yaani kingeté ngéchokaan,, you throw in the towel.
Uria will soon graduate from the great Kalahari Desert University of Science & Technology. We keep producing them as they come, with more brutality than the other one. Dust is always constant, with other variables changing with time and location.
But the good news is he's joining our prestigious institute, and he's free to pursue a course of his choice. Na kama kawa sisi walala hoi hatuna maoni, Letu Jicho tu.🥲
It must disappoint everyone to imagine that this is a Magistrate. For him, the work of police is to kill Kenyans. This one should be dismissed summarily. But how can that happen when the clueless Chair of JSC, Martha Koome is fighting in the High Court to remain in office?
"Kenyans who used to sleep hungry during previous regime now have big stomachs, thanks to president Ruto's efforts in subsidizing production". Says a mumu with deficiency in melanin pigments affecting his peanut sized brain. Huyu anafaa kuchinjwa Jamhuri day before Christmas.
BREAKING: Embattled Deputy President Rigathi Gachagua has warned his boss against betraying him at his moment of need, assuring him that there shall be unforgiving consequences if he does so. The gloves are off.