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gone to see her. So he made his way there and spotted his car stuck in the mud on the way then shortly after he appeared from the bushes. The next day, there were road construction machines on site. Allegedly!

Sooo in my sociology class, which often has a lot of gossip, our lecturer said, "the big man once went by himself to see the madam but car got stuck in the mud so he hid in the bush. When his bodyguards realized he was missing his closest bodyguard suspected he could have gone

The judge knows all the tricks

Granjeros franceses durante el Tour de Francia. Les pagarán por hacerlo?

"I would like to apologise" 😄😆😄😆

Company asked an AI how to fire people less painfully … here we go, HR gamification 😭😭🤣🤣

I lost a laptop in South Africa at an international conference. I lost a camera in Zambia. A colleague l was with in a conference in New York lost a laptop. Conferences all over the world attract thieves.

Came across a picture I took years ago of the acacia trees that ran along the Nakuru- Nairobi highway (Morendat junction to delamare stop over point.)

Meeting nephews and nieces in a cousins meeting and asking them, "Unaitwa nani and wewe ni wa nani" is a rather funny experience.

Do you know this guy? 100k reward is still there

Most of them like to use the argument from silence. Claiming Jesus never said anything about homosexuality. Here's the problem with that.

There are moments where silence is not wisdom, it is surrender. I stood up to Moi and defied his dictatorship in Kenya. In 2002, we showed oppressive power what happens when a people unite with their voices and their votes. The democracy we enjoy today, imperfect as it is, was not given. It was taken, inch by inch, by those who chose courage over comfort. In 2027, we can do it again. We have the power, but we must wield it. #MarthaKarua2027 #ReformKe

My father never came to a single thing I invited him to. Not my primary school graduation. Not my secondary school prize giving where I collected 3 awards and kept looking at the gate. Not my university matriculation. Not the ceremony when I got called to bar in 2012. I'd send him the date weeks in advance and he'd say I'll try and that was always the full sentence. I'll try. No follow up. No explanation after. My mother would sit in his place and clap loud enough for 2 people. I stopped inviting him after the bar call. Not from anger. Some people love you completely and still cannot show up and after a while you stop making them feel guilty about it. He was not a bad man. I want to be clear about that. He was a mechanic in Mushin for 35 years. Worked 6 days a week. Sent every one of us to school. Never raised his hand. Never left. The lights stayed on and the rent was paid and there was always food and he did all of it quietly without asking to be celebrated. He just could not sit in a plastic chair and watch something. I accepted that and moved on. Last year I bought my first property. A flat in Ojodu. Took 9 years of saving and 2 years of paperwork and a lawyer who nearly finished me. When the keys finally came I sat in the empty flat on the floor for an hour just breathing. I called my mother first. She screamed. My sister cried. I didn't call my father. 3 days later he called me. Said he heard about the flat from my mother. Said he wanted to come and see it. I didn't know what to do with that so I just said okay. Gave him the address. Figured he'd say I'll try and we'd never speak of it again. He showed up on Saturday at 9am. Stood at the door in his good agbada. The one he only wears for serious things. Holding a small nylon bag. I let him in and he walked through every room without speaking. Not quickly. Slowly. Like he was counting something. He checked the pipes under the kitchen sink. Knocked on the walls. Opened and closed the windows twice each. Looked at the ceiling in every room the way only a man who has fixed things his whole life looks at ceilings. Then he came and stood in the sitting room and looked at me. Said the pipework is good. Said the windows seal properly. Said whoever built this knew what they were doing. I nodded. Long silence. Then he opened the nylon bag. Inside was a small framed photo. Me at maybe 7 years old sitting on the bonnet of an old car in his workshop. Grinning. Both legs swinging. He's standing beside me with his hand on my shoulder looking at something outside the frame. I remember that day. I had gone to the workshop after school and he let me sit there while he worked and gave me a Fanta and put a Michael Jackson cassette on the small radio. I didn't know anyone had taken a photo. He said he kept it on his workshop table for 22 years. Said he wanted me to have something for the new place. I held that frame and stood very still. He said he knew he missed things. Said he was not good at the sitting and watching. That crowds made something in him go wrong in a way he never knew how to explain. Then he said the flat was good and he was proud and he asked if there was anything in the kitchen because he hadn't eaten. I laughed. Made him eggs and bread while he sat at my kitchen table in his good agbada like he owned the place. We ate and he told me about a car he was working on. I told him about a case that was giving me trouble. Normal conversation. The kind we should have been having for years. He left at 1pm. At the door he gripped my shoulder the same way he did in that photo. Didn't say anything. Didn't need to. The photo is on my sitting room wall now. First thing I hung in the whole flat. Some fathers cannot sit in the plastic chair. But mine drove to Ojodu in his good agbada on a Saturday morning with a 22 year old photograph in a nylon bag. That was his standing ovation. I just didn't know to look for it in that shape.

“The Quran is the word of God!” “It is written by Muhammad!” “No!” “Who wrote it?”

Here comes the winner of the official statements of the Kitkat heist Colgate! Btw, @Colgate is among the brands that boycotted posting and advertising on X Elon Musk, X sued them But last week, the Court dismissed X's lawsuit alleging that brands illegally boycotted the platform

A decision made in the 70s in a golf club in New York caused this. See some executives wanted to dump some radioactive waste. This waste doesn't decompose like your traditional compost. It has a half life that keeps changing and is highly carcinogenic The execs approach various people and finally end up approaching a Kenyan politician who agreed to a 50k USD bribe. In return they were to send the waste into Chalbi desert. The bribe was so little that the execs didn't even go for a board meeting to approve it. They agreed to pay right there over a round of golf. Back in Kenya the politicians didn't inform the citizenry of what was to happen. The residents of the are just saw heavily protected guys dumping some stuff in the ground covered in tarp. In North Eastern Kenya, houses are mostly makeshift since they're pastoralists. They see this tarp as a good cover to their manyattas and they start digging up the waste and taking the protective paper. This had near instant repercussions. People started to fall Ill and soon that waste found its way downstream to Meru. If you look at the prevalence rate of cancer along that waterway you'll understand that politician's don't care about their own people

So Trident Insurance goes under receivership and not a single clear notice to clients? I only find out AFTER being arrested and fined for “no insurance.” This is gross negligence. Customers deserve proper communication, not punishment for your failure. Fix this mess. COMPENSATE

Nestle’s statement on 12-ton KitKat heist was solid: “We always encouraged people to have a break with KITKAT but it seems thieves have taken the message too literally and made a break with >12 tonnes of our chocolate. Whilst we appreciate the criminals' exceptional taste, the fact remains that cargo theft is an escalating issue for businesses of all sizes.”

Kirwara Hospital Gatanga is now officially a Level 4 hospital. That meant huge investments in its upgrade. SHA will now upgrade it. Hence SHA members starts receiving some services without cash payments eg Xray. Thanks to area Mca Kibaiya ,med supt for your efforts.

'for the first time'... Tom Mboya died aged 38. Dedan Kimathi died aged 36. Harry Thuku founded YKA aged 26.