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Are you a fiction lover? Well then here is something new and amazing for you. Read about Kim's life and the drama that follows his deportation to Kenya. Thrilling and exciting. For only 1200/=, inbox for a copy or get it at nuriakenya.com/product/deport…

Nviiri The Storyteller Criticises Kenyan And African Artists Aligning With Governments And Neo Colonial Systems

What happened to Gabriella in the Senate is reprehensible and unacceptable. She came to Parliament to witness democracy in action and perhaps to imagine herself in leadership one day. Instead, she was humiliated by a leader entrusted to protect the dignity of citizens, especially the young ones. As a mother, a former parliamentarian, and a woman who has spent decades fighting for the dignity and inclusion of women and girls in public life, I know this is not the leadership we envisioned or struggled for. Gabriella, do not let this moment diminish your voice or your dreams. Women can serve with dignity and purpose and there’s a number of us who would love to share a cup of chai with you and show you how. Public office is a privilege, those who hold it must carry themselves with the dignity the people deserve. Karibu chai, Gabriella.

I became a published author today :)

My own self-published novel 🥰 For all the fiction lovers, order on this link from @NuriaStore or inbox me for a signed copy 🥰 nuriakenya.com/product/deport…

@illythehost We haven't distributed that far yet but you could get it off amazon. Here is a link 😊 amazon.com/dp/B0GN1MNKYQ

@gitagiamaria Today I will go to the nearest book shop, im ased in South Africa thou

This is amazing... Give the book a quick review before I go buy it.

Aaw KE all the way 🥰

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@JoelJirane @kmainaj Oh nooo. Poleni sana 💔💔💔

Jesus!!!! My old man is no more, I am in pain. I can't believe this. No way!!!!

Calling me a feminist is not an insult. I am in fact a raging feminist. Just that I don’t argue with you here about who pays for first dates or if you should send fare. I fight abusers and pedophile in courts with no institutional and organizational backing. I am a product of a society that has long benefited from women’s silence and shyness. A society that produces women with internalized misogyny and wants them as perfect victims. I have experienced how unkind the world is to women who are not angry enough. I get mocked , insulted and harassed by perpetrators everywhere. So yes, I am an angry woman. And that is why ladies and gentlemen, you’ll never humble me or put me in a box here. Because I am an angry woman.

Read Meja Mwangi.

@El_Rick0 @KibangaBooks @KKombani Deportee ako very much in stock 🥰

@KibangaBooks @KKombani Tafuta ingine inaitwa DEPORTEE utuuzie

wenye tuliambia ‘Ata 1 copy ya Dear mama by @KKombani hatujauza ’ mnisamehe.  Apparently, All have been bought. All 10

Excited to take the stage with Trevor Noah tomorrow!

We have to make sure that people among us who refuse to bend their values live to see better days. Thrive, even. The best of us must never be used as cautionary tales. Send something to Mwabili👇🏾 0799428109

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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.

😂 but Hanifa was lying on your name sio ? 🤣🤣🤣✋🏽

Deportee by Mary Gitagia, gets a 4/5 star review by Nancy Kemuma There’s something unsettling about a story that refuses to explain itself too early. ‘Deportee’ leans into that discomfort and makes it its backbone. From the very beginning, you’re dropped into a world where connections exist, but clarity doesn’t. Kim, Brad, and Mothoni, meet in the United States under circumstances that feel deliberately blurred, almost like the author is daring you to sit with uncertainty instead of rushing toward answers. nuriakenya.com/product/deport…