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@ronniechirchir When is enough, ENOUGH?

“...The journey to Eldoret was quite long as it was already dark. On the way he kept he complaining of the headaches and I could see that he was deteriorating. We arrived at Eldoret hospital at 9pm and they were waiting for us as we had made earlier appointment. was attended to at the emergency section, put on oxygen as his oxygen level was very low. Asked the nurses for a room to change the baby, remember all along I was with my six month old, was shown, took my time as I knew he was in safe hands and with the dad next to him. In twenty minutes I was done with changing the baby, coming to where Christian was, the doctors were trying to resuscitate him but it was not successful. He rested. He was just lying there peacefully. We did an autopsy and the results revealed that Christian died of severe bacterial Menengitis which ought to have been treated within the first 14 hrs of onset of headaches. My question is, how qualified are the nurses/medics that are employed in our boarding schools? How safe are our children in boarding school? because had Christian been attended to early enough, I could not even be writing this now. My advice to fellow parents who can read this, encourage your kids to speak out, if they are not feeling well in school let them insist on you as a parent to be called. Wasivumilie wakiwa wagonjwa shuleni. And if you have been informed that your child is sick, do not hesitate to go see them, regardless of the status you have been told they are. sometimes I ask myself, what if I had taken the teacher's advice and decide to go the following day? It would have been a different story, we would not have spent with Christian his last moment. And to Schools; Maranda and the rest, when these pupils/ students come to you that they are sick, do not hesitate to take them to school or call their parents. I keep asking myself what happened to school buses and vans? even that bodaboda that was used on Tuesday, was it not available on Friday or Saturday to take my son to hospital? FYI: Writing this is part of my healing journey. I know that Christian is in a better place now, where there is no more pain. God has been my greatest comfort and I'm greatful for friends who have been checking up on me from time to time.” THE END

Heartbreaking Story as told by Anita Daniels on her Facebook wall. “MY SON'S EXPERIENCE WITH MARANDA HIGH SCHOOL. I told myself that I will share this the day I get the strength and courage to do so, so be kind with your feedback. Today marks exactly three months sine my first born son Christian Kiplagat who was a form three student at Maranda High School- Bondo, rested. It was on Tuesday 11th April at around 11am when his the class teacher called me and informed me that Christian had been admitted to Haven hospital in Bondo having been diagnosed with malaria and bacterial blood infection and menengitis. I requested the teacher to give him the phone so that i can speak with him , of which she told me she had already left for school as she had to invigilate exams, that I could talk to him later in the evening. I told her that I was going to Bondo right away to visit Christian in hospital, which she tried to talk to me out of it, that he was doing fine only that the doctor wanted to monitor him even to amost convincing my husband that " ongelesha mama ni kama amestuka, Christian ako sawa, ata akitaka kukuja, mkuje kesho basi" I insisted that we call the hospital which turned to be futile. My motherly instincts could not let me calm down, I prepared myself and my then six month old and were on the road to Bondo. Fast forward on arrival at the haven hospital, i was terrified at the sight of my son, the boy was seriously sick, he was laying in bed head hanging down, and the head was swollen. We asked him how he was feeling and if he knew who I was, he just cried and said" mom, kichwa inaniuma sana na shingo" I told him he was gonna be fine and that we'll transfer him to eldoret for specialized treatment. At that moment we thought maybe he had been assaulted at school because he had had an altercation a month prior with a classmate which ended in a fight. We asked to see the doctor who was attending him, not even a doc but a clinical officer, asked for the diagnosis, he said it was malaria and blood infection but they wanted to do a test for kidneys because of the swelling in the face and head. I asked him it they had done test for menengitis which he said there was none as the symptoms he presented did not indicate that he had it. We requested for a Refferal to Eldoret hospital as we wanted a ct scan to be done one him, which took about two hours for the hospital to discharge him as they were claiming that the school had to allow first before we could take him, and that he had to stay at least for 24 hrs for insurance to pay the bill which we insisted we pay by cash. At that point I started losing my patience, the audacity that some medics have, like how do you deny me my son when I want to take him to a better medical facility??? Fortunately the school nurse arrived who gave them an okay to release the boy to us at around six p.m. further conversation with the nurse revealed that the school had looked for an ambulance on monday 10th to take the boy to hospital but was not successful, and he was returned to the dorm, at that state, until the following morning. As we were exiting the Haven hospital, the watchman approached us and asked us, "huyu mtoto ni wenyu?" we told him yes ndipo akasema," aliletwa na bodaboda asubuhi" at that moment the bodaboda statement didn't hit me as I was just concerned with getting the boy to Eldoret. We started the journey back to Eldoret, asked him on the way if he wanted anything to eat, he told me to buy him fruits, lucozade and glucose. I then asked him if he had been assaulted and he did not want to disclose it to us, but he insisted that no one had beaten him or such, asked him when the headaches started, said it started on Friday 7th April and the swelling started on Saturday 8th April. Inquired if he knew the medications he was given, which he replied Lonart (malaria tabs) and Painkillers...”

@OduorNguka @its_fanuel @Olang_Moses 😭💔

@its_fanuel @Olang_Moses I hate that place but they did a good job with my daughters body, coz they preserved her body well only that walichafua nguo zake. I was super pissed by that. Iyo harifu ilinitoa phsyce ya food for days. Any time I see the gate I see my daughters body na cold little hands. 😭

I'm here at City mortuary,to look for my late Friend who was extirpated by Armed geng On Sunday and all I can see here is there are no vehicles inside the cubes to ferry people in accordance with class,people are pushed on top of trays,there are no beautiful houses here,you only shift from fridge to casket to soil.Thats the only metamorphosis here.Noo one is on nice Gucci shoes or nice luis Vuitton clothes,just covered by bedsheets. What's life anyway? Today you are planning to go to party,next week we are holding a prayer vigil for you. Nothing at all to brag about in this world. Men and women are Sleeping on top of trays,ready to be viewed and others to be picked.Others have not been picked, unidentified bodies,family wrangles,financial limitations,court cases.... Why should you be arrogant in life? Why should you despise human beings? Yaps we know God blessed you earlier but one day,you will be useless infront of a mortuary attendant.Treat people right. A second chance in life is when you wake up and serve God,A second chance in life is when you treat people right.A second chance in life is when you realize that there is a powerful power behind the light blue skies. Life is a gift,make each day count!!

@MikeSonko 💔💔💔

@MikeSonko Better fitting suit.. socks should either match your shoe colour or your belt colour.

@omwambaKE Hauna Gideon boot? Self respect is important Mr, leave that embarrassing situation before your ancestors cane you in your sleep.

@lai_group Rates?

Tag your travel buddies along for a magical experience at the lookout Naivasha✨ Perfect for 8👌

@MikeSonko Whoever dresses you lately is failing you.

THOUGHTS ABOUT NGUGI WA THIONG’O’S DIVORCE AT 85: LESSONS FOR MEN I read Carey Baraka’s incredible profile of Ngugi wa Thiong’o in The Guardian and was startled mid-way through the story to learn that our grand man of letters, one of the greatest thinkers, writers, and the best to come out of Africa is recently divorced/separated. He is 85, lives alone and his health isn’t in good shape. Of course, reading the story from the beginning, I was curious about the whereabouts of his wife or family, and why is an old Ngugi all by himself with only his caregivers. The answer dropped like a thunderbolt. It reminded me of a recent Nuruddin Farah interview with The Financial Times. The enfant terrible of Somali literature is twice divorced, the last one happening recently, and he squats in a one-bedroom flat in Cape Town, cooking and fending for himself. The reason for their divorces is not stated, thus, we can only speculate. But does it scare you that divorce can happen at any time in a man’s life? The two patriarchs of African Literature of course have lived in the west where Grey Divorce is on the rise. Grey divorce (derived from grey-haired) is when older people who have been married for a long time get divorced. In Africa, it happens, but silently. The man just gets neglected, and the family waits on him to die. Or the wife moves abroad, to a different town, and the man ends up alone. We are witnessing this now among our parents, and I can assure you that for millennials, this will be the norm. I used to imagine myself with the love of my life, probably a fine Kisii woman with name like Nyakerario in a big compound, with our children and grandchildren around, in one big happy family. But I have had to wake up from this dreamy nonsense, lest I pee on myself. Or worse. The more realistic projection for me is dying alone, and hopefully, not too miserably, God help me. At best, I hope to be friends with my kids. But the possibility of having a friendly wife to the end is something that grows distant and impossible every day. And this is not because women are bad people. No. I have just realized that men are just dispensable. It is the way of life. And men become more and more dispensable and expendable, the older they grow, and their material value diminishes. The things a man has to do in order for his family to be there for him are impossible for any human being. Most men realise too late in life that they are alone. Some expedite their death upon this realisation. I have accepted that your wife or children do not exist to cater to you in old age. I remember how we took care of our grandfather until he died at the ripe age of 112. When my grandmother couldn’t do it anymore, there was a caregiver. And in between as a grandchild, I did help from time to time. It was a home full of love for the patriarch. Few men get to enjoy such kind of love from their families. Across villages, men in retirement are basically on their own. They sleep hungry. They nurse their wounds alone. And worse are those marriages that are irretrievably broken but couples still stick together. Many millennials reading this know mom and dad probably don’t even share a bed. They are only together because of the church, or whatever little societal pressure that is remaining.

@lai_group Would love to see more pics...

Kilimanjaro view💫 This is a lovely cabin in Oloitoktok with scenic views of Mt Kilimanjaro, Africa’s highest mountain 🏔 The perfect escape for 2👌

@alexis_cyn 😆😆😆

How do you politely ask for a rematch from a guy without sounding desperate 🌚😂…this people are playing hard to get nowadays lol.

@Wavinya_Ndeti Community road in syokimau/katani road is a nightmare. Look into it. Asante

Today I was joined by my Deputy, H.E Francis Mwangangi, CECs, chief officers, senior government officials, development partners and stakeholders in the agriculture sector on the launch of Chakula Mezani Pesa Mfukoni initiative. This initiative is a key pillar of my transformative agenda envisaged in my manifesto and I am excited that we have begun a practical rollout exercise that will actualize the dream of self sufficiency and food security among hundreds of thousands in Machakos county. I appreciate the efforts put forth by the department of Agriculture, Food Security and Co-operatives under the leadership of Bishop Dr. Joel Nzomo, who have worked tirelessly to ensure timely rollout of this initiative. I urge residents to exploit the available opportunities in crop production, fish farming, dairy and livestock production to increase production through the established channels of government extension services. #ChakulaMezaniPesaMfukoni

@MikeSonko 😆😆😆

Let's share nature pictures. Only nature pictures or you in the nature!. Kipkorgot, Eldoret♥️

@MikeSonko Let us just thank the heavens it's not my child.. my child? That school would've been a distant memory.

#new #begin #newhorizons

@omwambaKE Naks

@brokensuit44 Without a second thought

If I told you that this was in the market… would you buy it? It just might be.

@PiocheBrio Nothing less than 5k

Ikipita 2000 nawaachia

@Kenyans 1,2,3

Which promise do you think President Ruto should fulfill first? 1. Ksh70 unga 2. Cheaper electricity 3. Cheaper fuel 4. Free calls and internet

@KenyaPower_Care @KenyaPower Power outage in langata after loud bang . Please assist.