Christopher Musembi ❤🇰🇪

Only a father can stay up until 2am, wake up at 6, be in debt, broke, alone, and still believe that one day everything will work out. That’s the strength of a dad.

If I were a Vice Chancellor or President of a University today, my first audit would not be about finances. It would be about two things. All the department heads will be required to provide a detailed response to some questions, such as: 1. What type of graduates are we producing, and for what economy? 2. Where are our alumni two to three years after leaving campus? In my opinion, a university that cannot answer these questions is not running an institution. It is running a certificate factory.

First, we took the 4x400 gold right out of their hands in Tokyo last year. Now, they’re unable to show up to the 2026 World Relays in our own backyard?.😹😹

I lived in Lome, Togo for one year, and one of the culture shocks I experienced was that at 12noon every work day, there is an all round city break. The bell at that center of the city is rang, and every business, banks, schools, offices, go and break till 2pm.

Let’s be real: Matiang’i is Uhuru’s and Ruto’s project. When Ruaraka land thief was CS, he killed Msando. The Kianjokoma brothers were murdered, and the Yala River bodies killings happened. He sent police to kill Raila, and the two Indians working for Ruto were murdered in 2022.

Why are you so RIGHT?

The beauty of the Earth remained just as fresh after 205 days of my previous mission, and now fills me with awe once again. One of my favorite daytime passes is over Africa, yes the entire continent (the one continent I have not yet set foot upon!). The variety of colors and textures is astounding from coast to coast. A few shots from my first 2 weeks back on the @Space_Station. #EarthArt

“ Also, I have not known of any human or animal culture where strong and the weak are given equal recognition. We love our children equally, but we recognize the ones with outstanding gifts in a special way” ~ President Daniel T Arap Moi, April 5, 2016 on 8-4-4 verses CBC.

Austria, Belgium, Canada, Denmark, Finland, France, Germany, Greece, Ireland, Italy, Latvia, Lithuania, Montenegro, Norway, Poland, Portugal, Romania, Spain, United Kingdom, United States — thank you for your support. Light will prevail.

More than 150 giant tortoises have been released on Ecuador’s Floreana Island in the Galapagos, nearly 150 years after they disappeared. The reintroduction is part of a long-term effort to restore the island’s ecosystem.

The math on this project should mass-humble every AI lab on the planet. 1 cubic millimeter. One-millionth of a human brain. Harvard and Google spent 10 years mapping it. The imaging alone took 326 days. They sliced the tissue into 5,000 wafers each 30 nanometers thick, ran them through a $6 million electron microscope, then needed Google’s ML models to stitch the 3D reconstruction because no human team could process the output. The result: 57,000 cells, 150 million synapses, 230 millimeters of blood vessels, compressed into 1.4 petabytes of raw data. For context, 1.4 petabytes is roughly 1.4 million gigabytes. From a speck smaller than a grain of rice. Now scale that. The full human brain is one million times larger. Mapping the whole thing at this resolution would produce approximately 1.4 zettabytes of data. That’s roughly equal to all the data generated on Earth in a single year. The storage alone would cost an estimated $50 billion and require a 140-acre data center, which would make it the largest on the planet. And they found things textbooks don’t contain. One neuron had over 5,000 connection points. Some axons had coiled themselves into tight whorls for completely unknown reasons. Pairs of cell clusters grew in mirror images of each other. Jeff Lichtman, the Harvard lead, said there’s “a chasm between what we already know and what we need to know.” This is why the next step isn’t a human brain. It’s a mouse hippocampus, 10 cubic millimeters, over the next five years. Because even a mouse brain is 1,000x larger than what they just mapped, and the full mouse connectome is the proof of concept before anyone attempts the human one. We’re building AI systems that loosely mimic neural networks while still unable to fully read the wiring diagram of a single cubic millimeter of the thing we’re trying to imitate. The original is 1.4 petabytes per millionth of its volume. Every AI model on Earth fits in a fraction of that. The brain runs on 20 watts and fits in your skull. The data center required to merely describe one-millionth of it would span 140 acres.

In 2003, when the NARC government came into power, one of the key projects immediately President Kibaki took over was the expansion and construction of the Thika Super Highway. The face of the demolition was the then minister of Road, Public Works and Housing - Hon. Raila Amolo Odinga. Being the face of the demolitions earned Raila the nickname - THE BULLDOZER, primarily for his uncompromising stance on reclaiming grabbed land and clearing road reserves to modernize the city's transport network. Those whose structures had been marked for demolition that started in August 2003 revolted. The second wave of demolitions to pave the way for the construction of the Northern and Southern bypass later affected residents of Jamhuri, Otiende, and Kibera estates. The land grabbers and encroachers vehemently opposed the demolitions that would allow the construction of the super highway and the by-passes, and as usual, you can guess the level of expletives and name calling that Raila had to endure. Nonetheless, a man who intends to lead an orchestra is always advised to turn his back from the audience.

When someone tells you something can't be done, remember there's a sign at NASA that says: Aerodynamically, a bee's body is not made to fly, but bees don't know that. 🐝

No one can convince Kenyans that Millicent Omanga and Richard Onyonka who are wingers for mass murderer, Fred Okeng’o Matiang’i, the beast who dumped dozens of bodies in River Yala and buried hundreds in Shakahola, are “liberators” because they are running around the country shouting #WanTam. Kenyans cannot replace Ruto with another Ruto. Anyone who has perpetrated crimes against humanity, abused power and plundered public resources cannot be part of the solution. CANNOT BE! Anyone who doesn’t explain his ideology and how s/he intends to help transform the rotten neocolonial system is just another Ruto. Anyone despot Uhuru Kenyatta is funding cannot solve the intractable problems Kenya faces. Don’t tell us that “history doesn’t matter.” History matters. History is not just our compass which helps us navigate rough waters to our destination; history also helps us understand our past and present so as to avoid repeating past tragedies. History helps us identify characteristics of past, present and future imperialist traitors and Trojan horses. We must uproot the SYSTEM and TRANSFORM our society into a merit-based one governed by the rule of law and focused on SOCIAL JUSTICE and EQUITY. We must go beyond empty slogans and faddism. The struggle is not a beauty contest. Anything short of a complete overhaul of the system amounts to the reproduction, entrenchment and extension of the same neocolonial culture of impunity which has wreaked havoc on the people for more than 63 years. #RutoMustGo #RevolutionNow

Russia killed opposition leader Alexei Navalny using toxin from dart frog, UK says bbc.in/4tCnqxs

A group of men in Algeria captures a black child and humiliates him: “You blacks are nothing more than dirty slaves, our slaves. You should be grateful we let you live.” Anyone who thinks white people are racist has not met the average Arab/Muslim yet.

I'm white. My adoptive parents are Black. They didn't save me — they raised me right. My birth parents were gone early, and I entered foster care young. Moves happened fast, so l learned not to expect much. Stability wasn't part of the plan. Then Marcus and Denise adopted me from a hard neighborhood. Marcus became Dad — clear, fair, consistent. Denise became Mom - steady, precise, unmovable in the ways that mattered. The rules were simple. Dinner happened every night. Mistakes came with consequences, not abandonment. Growing up that way rewired me. Order started to matter. Showing up mattered. Doing the right thing without needing praise stayed with me. Twenty-five years later, I chose to become a police officer. Not for power — but to protect structure and fairness the same way Marcus and Denise protected me. That choice didn't come from nowhere. It grew from a small home, steady rules, and parents who stayed 🙏

Senator Richard Onyonka admits to bribery and corruption from both senators and governors. Watch this video courtesy of Radio Generation @RadioGenKe

When Elinor Ostrom applied for a PhD in economics she was turned away - her subsequent doctorate is in political sciences. Despite this, in 2009, Ostrom became the first woman to be awarded the prize in economic sciences. The latest was Claudia Goldin, awarded the prize in 2023.

On July 17, 2012, Martin Kirimi stood at the Namanga border post with his new wife, Mary Mwangi. They had married just three days earlier at Seagull Gardens, a bright Nairobi affair full of laughter. Their honeymoon had been planned with care. A ten-day escape to Zanzibar, delayed by a day for yellow fever vaccinations and mapped down to the last detail. Bus to Dar es Salaam, ferry to the island, return flights booked no risks and no shortcuts. Before boarding the DA Express bus, Martin made one last call. They had arrived safely at the border, he said. He would buy a Tanzanian SIM card in Dar es Salaam and call again once they reached Zanzibar. That promise became the final sound of Martin Kirimi and Mary Mwangi while they were still alive. The bus rolled south. By July 18, as their families in Kenya waited for the expected update, a different announcement interrupted the airwaves. The MV Skagit, a passenger ferry operating between Dar es Salaam and Zanzibar, had capsized in violent seas near Chumbe Island. The early reports were confusing......more than 150 people were feared dead, many were missing, and rescue operations were overwhelmed by the weather. Names were not yet known. The ferry had gone down on the exact day Martin and Mary were scheduled to cross to Zanzibar. For their families, the coincidence was deadly. Phones were checked obsessively and lists were scanned as hope shrank. Perhaps they had missed the ferry; perhaps they had arrived late. Perhaps, just perhaps. By the morning of July 19, the ocean began to answer. Fishermen working off Chumbe Island recovered a woman’s handbag drifting among the debris. Inside, soaked but readable, was a Kenyan passport: Mary Mwangi, 26 years old. Not far away, another item surfaced. a clear plastic sleeve containing a wedding photograph taken days earlier. Martin Kirimi stood smiling, his arm wrapped around his bride. The Indian Ocean returned what it could. There would be no phone call from Zanzibar, no honeymoon photographs, and no anniversary stories. Martin’s brother, James, flew to Tanzania and joined hundreds of other relatives gathered at a makeshift morgue in Zanzibar. James moved slowly along rows of bodies that the sea had stripped of identity, faces bloated, skin peeled back, features erased by water and time. He searched for his brother’s face, Mary’s wedding band, or any stubborn human detail that might survive the ocean. He found nothing. The ferry’s passenger manifest was an insult masquerading as documentation.... incomplete names, initials without surnames, and numbers that refused to add up. A list compiled with such negligence meant that Martin Kirimi and Mary Mwangi were not formally recorded among the passengers. On paper, they had never boarded. The bus company confirmed the couple had safely disembarked in Dar es Salaam on the evening of July 17. Then, Dar es Salaam absorbed them completely. Their hotel in Zanzibar had no record of their arrival. No check-in, no luggage, no signatures. The couple had reached the mainland and then slipped into absence, as if the journey itself had quietly erased them. As the search staggered on, a harsher truth surfaced: the MV Skagit had been allowed to kill. Originally built and operated in Washington State, USA, the ferry had been retired in 2006 after years of documented mechanical failures. American maritime authorities had been explicit in their final assessment... the vessel was unfit for open-ocean travel. Its aluminum hull was compromised, its stability questionable, and its lifespan exhausted. The restrictions were unambiguous. The Skagit could carry a maximum of 148 passengers. It could only operate in calm waters. It was forbidden from sailing more than 20 miles from shore. The Dar es Salaam Zanzibar crossing is 45 miles of open ocean.1/2 (continuation in comments) For best Investigative stories follow @timothyturunga