The brother Ocholla bashing going on Kenyan social media fueled by #KOT, has something to do with a country full of "holier than thou paragons of morality" lurking in the streets of social media, waiting to pounce on anybody who attracts their wrath and make minced meat out of him. These idle army of mercenaries are gossip-hungry and never dwell on one issue for too long. However, they know how to inflict the greatest damage with their hash tags (or is it harsh-tags?) within a very short time, before they move on to their next unlucky victim or hot topic of gossip.
Sometimes inspiration doesn’t come from those who “have made it” really big in life, with bank accounts reading like phone numbers (if making lots of money is to be really counted as success at all);neither does it come from those who have climbed up the ladder of their careers, probably through not very straight methods. But real inspiration might come from the groceries woman who, in spite of having gone to bed at 11.00 pm, wakes up at 2.00 am in the morning, takes a bus to the city market to pick her merchandise and by 5.00 am she is back in the house.
Instead of going back to bed for a couple of hours, she starts preparing her children for school and by the time they leave for school, it is time to open her grocery where she has to stay the whole day selling her vegetables; the cycle…
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Source: A TALE OF FIXING RUTO,LILLIPUTIAN MINDS AND SICKENING SYCOPHANCY.
WAS RUTO RUTO REALLY FIXED OR HE WAS SIMPLY SOLD OUT BY A WILLING RIVAL GOVERNMENT SIDE OF THE GRAND COALITION? This is a question that has brewed a huge political storm that must be having William Samoei Ruto folding his hands on his chest, then silently smiling and wondering how influential a figure... Continue Reading →
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It was 4:18 am and the studio at the office had taken on the dazed stillness of people concentrating on concentrating. Warren G’s Regulator played in the background and provided an oddly comforting soundtrack at a time of night when sanity had started to wane. Everybody was tired. The once dirty jokes had now become merely a little dusty, and as the only woman in an all male studio, I have to admit I was quite relieved. I craved a salted caramel hot chocolate, but settled for sun salutations in advance of sunrise, in the hope that they would wedge out the knifelike pain that had deposited itself below my shoulder blades.
In the middle of a downward dog, I was struck with a thought that seemed rather profound given the pre-dawn hour of 4:23 am. Those pithy quotes attributed to world leaders that we see pasted against a ubiquitous…
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