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A story of Restoration, my initial Idea was to take it to the museaum, though I’d like Kenyans to interact with it before I do. #Godbless

My Beautiful Magical Kenya🇰🇪❤️

Welcomed Mr. Robert Tchaidze, the incoming International Monetary Fund (IMF) Resident Representative for Kenya, who paid a courtesy call at the National Treasury as he begins his assignment in the country. I also bid farewell to Mr. Selim Cakir, the outgoing IMF Resident Representative for Kenya, as he concludes his tour of duty. I commend him for his contribution in strengthening the partnership between Kenya and the IMF and wish him success in his future engagements. Kenya will continue to work closely with the IMF to advance our economic and fiscal reform agenda and strengthen macroeconomic stability. @IMFAfrica @IMFNews

Same following with a guy who joined yesterday 🙆‍♂️

If there is anything I am very passionate about, it is the health of the people of Kenya - President Ruto

Kenya now records about 44,000 new cancer cases annually.

"It may be dangerous to be America's enemy, but to be America's friend is fatal".

Donald Trump admitted that he doesn’t "think about Americans' financial situation” and doesn’t "worry” about rising fuel prices. He caused this inflation and can’t be bothered to care.

Unachomoa simu exam room kucheat, unapatana na breakup text...unachanganyikiwa unasubmit kiti 😂😂

If your partner is doing right by you, please reciprocate dont let social media deceive you.

Bro I give up on dating apps, I have fat bitches with multiple kids asking me what I have to offer? Shit really crazy out here man 😭

No offense, but I'd rather be unemployed than work under a female boss.

Anytime i see a beautiful single mother i always know she was the problem, there's no man who can leave a very beautiful girl who gave him a child just like that.

My avoidant ex broke up with me because I made her "too happy." I'm not joking. We were together for almost two years. No major fights. No cheating. No toxicity. Everything was actually going really well. One night we were talking about moving in together someday and she got unusually quiet. A few days later she started acting distant. Then came the classic "I need some space to think." When we finally talked, I asked her what was wrong. She said, "Nothing is wrong." I asked why she was pulling away then. She said, "Because I'm starting to plan my life around you." I thought that was a good thing. Apparently she didn't. She told me she didn't like how much my mood affected her mood anymore. She didn't like that I was the first person she wanted to tell things to. She didn't like that she missed me when I was gone. Basically, She didn't like needing someone. A week later she ended the relationship. Her reasoning was that the relationship had become too important to her and she wanted to "get herself back." To this day, it's still one of the saddest things I've ever heard. Imagine finding exactly what you were looking for and getting scared because it actually worked.

She met him in 2019 through a WhatsApp group she had been added to by mistake, and because the group had better jokes than her actual life at the time, she decided to stay. He was working in Qatar while she was in Nairobi, and what started as a random “Hi, I think you’re in the wrong group” slowly became late-night calls, morning texts, voice notes during lunch breaks, and those long conversations where two people start planning a future before they have even met properly. At first, everything felt sweet and innocent, because he knew how to make her laugh, he remembered the small things, he called her before sleeping, and he always said the same line whenever she asked when they would finally be together. “Babe, just give me two years. I’ll come home, we settle, and we start our life properly.” Two years became three, three became five, but because love can make someone patient in ways even they do not understand, she kept waiting, kept defending him, and kept telling her friends that long distance was only hard when the love was not real. Every Valentine’s Day, he sent her flowers, every birthday came with a long emotional message, and every December he promised that the next one would be different, until she had built a whole marriage in her head with a man whose presence in her life depended on Wi-Fi and good network. Then last December, he finally came home, and for the first time in five years, she was not waiting for a video call, a voice note, or a “baby I’m tired from work” message; she was waiting for a real hug at JKIA, wearing a dress she had borrowed from her cousin because in her heart, this was not just a homecoming, it was the beginning of everything they had prayed for. She called him when the plane landed, but he did not pick, so she waited, called again, texted, refreshed WhatsApp, checked if he was online, and kept telling herself that maybe immigration was taking long or his phone had died. Two hours later, while still seated with her small handbag and big expectations, she saw a mutual friend’s status saying, “Welcome home bro, congratulations on your ruracio,” and there he was, smiling in a cream outfit beside a girl from his village, looking like a man who had never promised anyone forever at midnight. That was the day she learnt that sometimes long-distance relationships do not end because people stop loving, they end because one person was waiting while the other person was planning a completely different life offline. Anyway, heartbreak is already expensive emotionally, so do not let transport embarrass you too. Whether you are going to pick love, leave love, investigate love, attend ruracio, disappear for the weekend, or simply move around in peace, Go-Wheels Car Hire is ready for you. Self-drive, chauffeur services, airport pickups, road trips, weddings, ruracio, and weekend escapes. Go-Wheels ....Your Mobility Partner. 📞 0793 373 705 🌍 gowheels.co.ke⁠

Once you switch to wide leg pants, there's no chance of switching to skinny jeans

My boyfriend of eight months just asked me to add his name to the apartment I’m buying alone. The one I’m paying 100% for with my own money. I’ve spent the last six years grinding — overtime, side hustles, skipping vacations, eating cheap — just to reach this point. My loans are cleared, my car is paid off, zero debt, and a solid emergency fund. Meanwhile he still has massive student loans, two credit cards maxed out, and a bike loan at 28% interest. Our financial are not even in the same universe. The moment he suggested putting his name on the deed, I looked him dead in the eyes and said no. I told him if we get married one day and decide to buy a place together, then yes, we’ll do it properly. But I am not handing over ownership of a huge asset I’ve built entirely by myself after just eight months of dating. Not happening. Now he’s sulking, calling me selfish, saying I don’t truly love him or see a future with him. That’s not it. This is me protecting six years of blood and sacrifice from someone who hasn’t shown the same discipline. His mother, a sharp 68-year-old retired banker who raised three kids alone after her husband left, was visiting that evening. She heard the whole argument from the next room. She walked in, looked at her son, and said calmly, “Beta, she’s not your wife yet. She owes you nothing. I worked two jobs for fifteen years before I let your father’s name on anything, and even then I kept 60% in my name. Stop acting entitled.” She turned to me, gave a small nod of respect, and said, “Smart girl. Never let guilt override common sense.” One sentence from her and the entire conversation died. My boyfriend went completely silent. I didn’t have to raise my voice or explain myself again. I think about that woman every time I sign another document for the apartment. Absolute legend. She grew up in the 50s with nothing, built everything herself, and still understands reality better than her own son living in 2026.

Majority of men do not know when to stop texting a woman. Knowing when to stop texting her will always keep you respected. Stop texting her when she:

My cheating husband texted me: “I’m stuck at work. Happy 11th anniversary, darling .” But I was sitting two tables away in the same restaurant, watching him lean across the table and kissing his another woman. Just as I stood up to confront them, a strange man grabbed my arm and whispered, “Stay calm. The real show’s about to start.”
 Confused, I sat back down and watched.

We will not allow these Ebola merchants to sell us fear and terror. Never, again. COVID19 taught us a lot. Just use other means to loot our resources. But, using Ebola? No way.