Mutindi Muasa

Did some grooving from the South.... @TamyMoyo Full video here youtu.be/540O1IhILM8

Sir, we keep going around in circles on this issue and pretend that the government has a handle over the cartels involved in looting the royalties of artists. Let me make it extremely simple for you to address this. Use me as an example, a prolific music producer, songwriter, and performer. How much has MCSK paid out to me since I registered as a member number 3964 about 25 years ago? What about PRISK? Who has been receiving my KAMP proceeds? Who has been receiving my royalties when my songs are played at State House, national holidays by The Police band, etc. and on all these radio and TV stations? Now tabulate this same scenario to all the artists and explain where this 70% is and who is paying it out. Who has gobbled the payments for my music when Kenya Kwanza and Azimio used my songs for their campaigns? I could go on. Everybody imagines that I have made millions out of my prolific work and the government paints that picture but I challenge you to tell me if I have ever made even half 1 million from MCSK royalties in 25 years. You people need to be ashamed of the lies you propagate in the media.

Europeans came to Africa and called this bug the Picasso bug. Meanwhile, the real name of this insect is iCikwa or the Zulu Hud bug, and it’s an African insect. They need to go to Europe and find Picasso’s grave there.

@KuntanaKinte It is what it is, hatupakani mafuta 💥

Two legends locking it in🔥🔥🔥

Me ni beacon of hope bro, the voice of the people, kama ni freedom, najua niliwapa kama Biko ~ Roba @kshakaofficial #NikoKadi

@iv_ey Endless possibilities!

we [i] need more afrohouse producers using ableton.

Lupus warrior💜

@MrJemedari 😂😂😂Jemedari

I feel bliss, I feel bliss I feel bliss, I can even detect it in my trousers! - Sir Charisma, Sir Ywaya and Sir Onyach (Famed Kenyan Composers, 2025 AD)

Kwenye reality show, wanaplan kuwa actors ~ Johnny Vigeti @kshakaofficial

@KPLG4T 🫂

1 Year! ;

@odzzmusic An amazing musician and polymath...a blessing to the airwaves!

Who is this is Hendrix Sam and why is he on every hit song???

@KPLG4T @sharmuthui Chaaaambion😂😂😂

Dry Red wine juu ni kufinish, kumerlot!

Never leave your loved one alone in the hospital. Every hour you are allowed to be there, if you are able to, I highly recommend being there. Be perfectly cordial with staff. But watch over everything like a hawk. Trust me on this.

@ed_wainaina @kenyanpundit Ni many thanks aki🤭 #ArtToArt

@MutindiTindi @kenyanpundit Ahhh Thankyou . And I love your work !

Did a mural for HEVAFUND . 🙏🏽 The Start. The Finish .

Are we angry enough now? Kenyans, we need better leaders. We choose aura over integrity..we shall continue paying heavily for emotive politics.

My dear fellow sons and daughters of Mungu, I promise you that "tourism" is a false god that brings you no prosperity. It a fake pseudo-industry that creates next to no actual wealth for the people and places it exploits, and reduces the value of said people to mere trinkets and experiences. The worst part about this video is that the only time it shows any black people is only where they are an aesthetic backdrop to the "magical experience" being advertised. The subconscious message being passed is that all of Kenya and its 99% black population are just a temporary experience for rich white people to enjoy. You can draw a straight line from messaging like this to the existence of large numbers of abandoned mixed race children in Kenya. Everything there - including the buxom damsels - is meant to be a "magical experience" after all, and magical experiences never last long. For the love of God, leave tourism alone and build factories, power stations, factories and more factories like every other nation that escaped poverty has done. Give Kenyans access to real productive power and wealth, and stop advertising these beautiful African people as aesthetic landmarks and busty bed warmers to muzungus who are having their post-divorce midlife crisis.🤦🏿‍♂️

Bring back RnB bridges because it hurt nobody! Getting back on the bass slowly. Thankful for health. Here's to 2026.. send requests!

Like I predicted, the news this week will be that grade 10 children are reporting to senior schools, and the only problem will be textbooks and capacity. All the confused and suffering families who dominated headlines are now forgotten. So are the 2/3 KCSE students who didn't do well in exams. This is how education has always been run in Kenya. From chaos to chaos, and the few lucky ones who have gotten schools used as proof that everything's fine. The rest will bow their heads and try to figure out what next. The government/media/school/church network will heave a sigh of relief. The problem is that the trauma will be felt in the economy and in politics. It will be felt at elections. It never goes away. It just erupts somewhere else. I teach young adults. I see the trauma all the time. It's just that Kenyans don't connect the dots.

Along Kabarak Road, a few kilometres from Nakuru City, sits a busy place known as Mercy Njeri Shopping Centre. At its heart stands Mercy Njeri Primary School, formerly called Kiamunyi Primary School. Many people assume the name belongs to a powerful leader or a wealthy benefactor. It does not. Mercy Njeri was just a child. Mercy was born in Kiamunyi in 1975. For her first few years, she was a healthy and playful girl like many others. But at around six years old, her health began to change. She struggled to breathe, fell sick often, and grew weaker with time. Doctors later diagnosed her with rheumatic heart disease, a serious condition commonly described as a “hole in the heart.” By 1985, her condition had worsened. Doctors advised that she urgently needed heart surgery in the United Kingdom. The cost was KSh 500,000—an amount far beyond what her family could afford. The community organised several fundraisers, but the money raised was not enough. Slowly, hope began to fade. Then came an unexpected moment. On 4th February 1985, President Daniel arap Moi stopped at Kiamunyi Primary School during a visit to the area. Mercy, then a Standard Three pupil, was present. The head teacher explained her medical condition and shared Mercy’s simple dream: she wanted to grow up and become a doctor. The story moved the President deeply. President Moi acted immediately. He asked Mercy’s father to come to State House Nakuru and personally mobilised funds for the surgery and travel. Within weeks, arrangements were complete. On 14th March 1985, Mercy flew to the United Kingdom, carrying the hopes of her family and community. On 29th March 1985, Mercy underwent a long and delicate heart operation that lasted 12 hours. Sadly, she passed away later that same night. Her journey ended far from home, but her story had already touched a nation. Mercy was laid to rest on 6th April 1985 at her family home in Kiamunyi. In a rare and powerful gesture, President Moi attended her funeral. During the service, the head teacher made a humble request—that the school be renamed in Mercy’s honour. The President agreed on the spot. Today, Mercy’s name lives on in many ways. There is Mercy Njeri Primary School, Mercy Njeri Secondary School, Mercy Njeri Shopping Centre, and Mercy Njeri Road. An entire community carries the name of a child whose life was short but meaningful. Mercy’s family has continued to honour her memory through action. They have renovated classrooms, provided desks, and are exploring plans to build and equip a library for learners. Mercy’s father has often said that having a school named after his daughter humbles him deeply. It is the reason he continues to support the school and work toward better education for the community. History reminds us that greatness is not always found in long lives or powerful titles. Sometimes, it is found in the quiet legacy of a child whose name continues to teach, inspire, and unite generations. Credit: Echoes Of Kenya: