"I don't know what happened. One day, things just felt different. She didn't smile at me the same, she didn't kiss me goodbye, she didn't tell me she loved me anymore. She began to talk to me like I was a stranger. Then one day, without saying anything, she just...left."

There's a red color on our flag for that very reason.

Me: I'Il vote out Ruto for new change. I regret voting him. Raila cow: I will vote for Ruto to punish you. You never voted for Raila. Me: Raila lost and supported Ruto Raila cow: xgddrek... Me: He can do whatever you were voting him to do now. He is in gvt. Raila Cow ....

I have never doubted the Aljazeera's Mehdi Hassan in one moment of my life, even when I didn't agree with him. Never! Watch his Head to Head interview on YouTube with Kimani Ichung'wah in US and see how he made a fool of him before a live audience 😅

DJ play Lucille by Kenny Rodgers and don't do "chikchikck"

LUCK is a skill MANIFESTO. Affirm: "I'm lucky!"

King Leopold II letter to the missionaries before they embarked on their mission to spread “Christianity” in Congo.

Sorry to ask but izo chant za Ruto must go zitasaidia aje😒

I've fumbled very many good women in my life. But f*k them all, idc.

I view grace as similar to kindness. It's not necessarily something that can be earned or worked for, it can only be given freely. It involves understanding others and trying to see through their flaws, giving them credit for their good instead.

Do you remember when you joined X? I do! #MyXAnniversary

That Binti Kiziwa song back in our days was a pure banter as opppsed to romance. "Eti nikampata anaongea na wenzake nashangaa wanaongea nn"😂😂

I don’t believe I’m better than the man who died yesterday. I don’t believe I was more deserving of the job, the visa, the open door. I don’t see the world as a slot machine that favors the faithful. I’ve seen too many good people lose. Too many prayers go unanswered. Very

There’s something funny about thinking God has destined you to to have certain things others also wish for. It’s not that hope is wrong, it’s that hope, when moralized, becomes entitlement. And entitlement always needs a scapegoat: someone less “graced,” someone less “favored.”

If you don’t like my peaches, don’t shake my tree.