Mr. Clem
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Mr. Clem
@Cleminx
preach peace, love and Arsenal
Nairobi, Kenya Katılım Ağustos 2009
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A Chicken Farmer who is the President Of Kenya.

Ahmed Mohamed ((ASMALi))@Asmali77
A traffic police officer with an iPhone 17?
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The Taxes and Levies charged on fuel in Kenya constitutes about 80% of the actual cost of the product itself. The ripple effect of surges in fuel prices on overall market dynamics places an obligation on the government to make concessions, when necessary, to cushion consumers from global spikes in prices. While the reduction of VAT from 16% to 13% is one such concession, it is far from adequate in the grand scheme of things, considering Kenyans already pay the highest pump prices regionally.
The increase announced by EPRA indicates tone-deaf leadership that ignores the plight of the people. This is when the role of our parliamentarians in representation and oversight must be activated. The pain of wananchi must never go unrecognised or unresolved.

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Dear Gloria Orwoba,
I still remember that day at Kamukunji Police Station with painful clarity. You came there as the complainant, after I called you out for supporting the Finance Bill 2024.
You looked me in the eye right there in front of the OCS and other officers and said, “William Ruto will be re-elected, and I do not need any of your votes in 2027. I will be nominated again.” Your words weren’t just confident they were dismissive, final, and laced with a kind of power that felt untouchable.
But it didn’t end there.
You went further far further than anyone should. You said, “I can orchestrate your poisoning, and you will die a slow death.” Those words have echoed in my mind ever since. They were not said in jest. They were cold, deliberate, and meant to instill fear. From that moment, trust disappeared completely. I stopped eating anything unless it came from my lawyer, or @MkenyaMzi or @edmondwabwire, because fear had already taken root.
And then came the instructions that followed. You told them to deny me bond. You told them to torture me. And they did. You may never fully grasp what that period did to me, but I live with its consequences every day. Even now, two years later, I am still treating illnesses that began during that time. My body remembers what happened, even if others choose to forget.
So when I hear that you can walk into a station and demand an apology, I cannot help but feel the weight of that irony. It is heavy. It is painful. It is, in many ways, incomprehensible.
I do not need an apology from you. Not because what happened was acceptable but because I understand what drove it. You were, in that moment, consumed by power. And power, when unchecked, can make people say and do things that reveal who they truly are.
But understand this: words and actions do not simply disappear. They linger. They settle. They shape lives. And while time may pass, accountability has a way of finding its moment quietly, steadily, and without force.
I carry my truth. And one day, in one way or another, it will speak for itself.
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Iran didn’t just reopen the Strait of Hormuz, it just demonstrated that it can close it anytime.
That’s leverage. Real leverage.
A 2-week ceasefire isn’t stability. It’s a timer.
Smart players aren’t celebrating cheaper fuel, they’re repositioning before the next shock hits.
Because if a single corridor controls ~20% of global oil… this wasn’t a resolution.
It was a warning shot.
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