Niko na dem ana act hivi. She's a good girl but she keeps complaining about me, like I don't text her more often,she wants us to go out but Mimi sipendi,I don't call her more often as she expects... She assumes I don't want her. I'm the type I call or text when necessary
@_Sakko I’m tired of the “women this, men that” circus. Love whoever you want. Just keep your eyes open. Judge people by their character, not their gender. Protect your peace, don’t ignore red flags, and never let anyone drag you into situations that could ruin or end your life.
@MrCharlesky Hello Charles, first time coming across your handle.
I'm Willy, I'm not so we'll conversant with remote roles but I'm interested to learn and earn from it.
Can you please help me get started .
I got a laptop and good network.
Kama unafanya interview ya Mercor, download Cluely kwa browser yako, it works 100%. Mercor ndo account inaundia sharp boys a lot of money. $50/hr can earn you upto $3000 kwa wiki. Make sure umemask laptop yako na umeeka location US.
I watched the videos as Kairo laid his mother to rest, and I noticed something. The people he stood with during his good times, especially daughters of Agrippina were nowhere around to console him. He stood alone with his family beside his mother’s grave. Ironically, his worst enemy Asamoh was there, but his friends were nowhere to be seen.
I would have personally availed myself if I were around, but just like others, I opted to support in other ways. May God strengthen him. He truly stood up to the task throughout the burial preparations. I can't even imagine being involved in my mother's preparation to Sayuni's journey.
Kairo has really gone through it, but despite all that, he's still standing strong & unshaken. That’s how real men move, even during a storm, you still show up and get things done. May this be the last thing taken away from him. May God restore him. It is enough, he deserves grace.
If you truly wish to see him rise again, then support his work. Buy cars from him. Contribute to his recovery in practical ways. Real empowerment is not in loud sympathy but in deliberate action.
Like any other human being, he has his flaws. Strength does not mean the absence of weakness. He may appear composed on the outside, but inwardly he is carrying the weight of betrayal, sabotage, and the devastating loss of a loved one.
Such wounds are not healed by time alone,, they are healed by grace, patience, and a supportive community. Pain reshapes a person. It humbles, it refines, and sometimes it isolates. But restoration is always possible when people choose compassion over condemnation.
Let us be intentional in our kindness. Let us replace hate with goodwill, and indifference with support. It is enough,, He deserves room to grieve, space to rebuild and grace to begin again. Sisi kama walala hoii, we wish him all the best. And when the good Lord open doors & Patel is corned pale 1XBet, we shall buy mutokas from him.
The Pain of Losing a Car... A Story I Never Thought I’d Tell 💔.
Let me tell you a story…not as a car hire company, not as a business owner,
but as a human being who experienced that moment where reality suddenly stops making sense.
It was a normal night.
The car was parked safely at an apartment parking along Kenyatta Road.
Nothing unusual. No alarm. No suspicion. Just another routine day closed peacefully.
You know that confidence you have when you lock your car and walk away?
That silent belief that kesho everything will still be where you left it.
That was it.
Then morning came. Someone walked down to the parking…and called.
That call. The kind that instantly changes your breathing. "Gari haiko."
At first, your brain refuses to process.
You even laugh kidogo thinking ni confusion.
Maybe imeparkwa wrong spot.
Maybe caretaker aliisongesha.
Maybe mwingine amepark juu yake. So you go physically to confirm. You reach the parking. And there it is… an empty space staring back at you.
That silence hits differently.
Later we reviewed CCTV footage.
And that’s when disbelief turned into shock.
The thieves arrived calmly in a Corolla.
No hurry. No panic. No fear. For one full hour, walikuwa hapo. One hour.
Imagine sleeping peacefully while strangers are outside fighting your car door step by step.
They struggled for long… moving around the vehicle… trying different access points… until finally they gained entry kupitia rear left door.
Two trackers installed for safety?
Disabled right there at the scene.
Clean work. Planned work. Professional work.
And suddenly you understand, this was not luck.
It was intention. From that moment, akili yangu ilihang. I went back to that apartment four different times. Because your mind keeps negotiating with reality.
You start doing irrational things.
Ushawahi tafuta kitu mpaka kwa sink?
Chini ya bed? Kwa balcony?
Places you KNOW the car cannot possibly be?
Yes. That became me.
You walk around hoping maybe… just maybe… it will magically reappear.
I left the house at 4am rushing to follow leads.
No shower. No breakfast. Nothing.
I only realized 17 hours later after police stations, OB numbers, statements, calls, explanations that sikuwa hata nimeoga.
You keep narrating the same story:
Where was it parked?
What time last seen?
Who had access?
Was it locked?
Again.
And again.
And again.
By evening the story stops sounding real even to you.
Stress is contagious.
By jioni honestly, mtu angesikia conversations zetu angefikiria tumetoroka Mathare tukapewa concoction ya jaba na cookies.
That’s how exhausted reasoning becomes.
Then trauma starts showing itself in strange ways.
Every red car becomes yours.
Every passing Demio makes your heart jump.
You slow down traffic just to confirm number plate. From then, in every three cars I see…
two look like red Demios.
Brain refuses closure.
For almost 72 hours, appetite disappeared.
Today ndiyo nadhani nimekula.
But even today, akili bado haijarudi fully.
I parked another car absent-mindedly… tukaitafuta almost one hour again.
That’s when I realized loss stays in your system.
Later along Muindi Mbingu Street, Kanjo stopped me claiming I made a 90° turn.
Buana honestly, sikujua hata wanamaanisha nini.
Special appreciation to Sikika and everyone who helped amplify the alert, you carried this story far beyond what we could have done alone.
Your kindness has truly held us together.
So I’m asking again, kindly…
🙏 Continue resharing.
You never know who might see something.
You never know whose small information might bring it back home.
For now, we remain hopeful.
Because sometimes hope ndiyo kitu pekee unabaki nayo when logic fails.
@CopShakurkihara
Hello Bro, I'm frustrated and I need your advice because you've been a cop before.
I run a pool business,na ngori Niko nayo it's police officers.
Lazima I give Ksh. 150 on weekdays na Ksh.250 on weekends hata kama biz Iko chini,nikikosa players wanakujiwa
@CopShakurkihara
Hello Bro, I'm frustrated and I need your advice because you've been a cop before.
I run a pool business,na ngori Niko nayo it's police officers.
Lazima I give Ksh. 150 on weekdays na Ksh.250 on weekends hata kama biz Iko chini,nikikosa players wanakujiwa
@CopShakurkihara
Hello Bro, I'm frustrated and I need your advice because you've been a cop before.
I run a pool business,na ngori Niko nayo it's police officers.
Lazima I give Ksh. 150 on weekdays na Ksh.250 on weekends hata kama biz Iko chini,nikikosa players wanakujiwa
Msee what procedure do I take ndio nijitoe Kwa hii ngorii juu it's draining me badly.
My business Iko located Mlolongo.
Each an every month I spent 5400 - 6000 on police and it's a small business.
I have to pay loans,salary, electricity,rent and even feed myself.
@StrenjaDenja Tbh, they're pretty but just have them for fun but not marej.
All mango babes I've ever been with,,all of them were in a stable rship.
Like hawakuwagi wachoyo.
Imagine your wifi now being generous to other n1ggas