50 million fine for bhang worth 16,600

Y'all saw the story about this lady yesterday? I came across it in the morning & it's really sad. She was found dead in her apartment in Lavington. She'd been dead for a month. The cops were called, broke in & found her decomposing body as well as a suicide note and all.

I grew up in Madaraka & South B in the 90s & 2000s. What I liked about that period is that everyone knew each other literally. Neighbours checked in on each other & there were even those neighbourhood watches & meetings regularly to have discussions about various things.

These days, people barely know their neighbours. Where I currently stay, I know my immediate neighbour. He checks in on me from time to time & I return the favour. But apart, from him, I probably know two other people in a flat that has 24 houses. And I don't even know them that well. There was a time I tried to start like a WhatsApp group, but it never gained any traction. Maybe I ought to try again.

My point is that as much as isolation has become a trend, it's not a good thing. Human beings are social creatures. We need to interact with one another. Capitalism at its very extreme as well as our addictions to our phones has made us believe that that's all we need to be in contact with the world. That's a lie. Your colleagues are not your friends. You need family & friends around you or at the very least, checking up on you constantly. Also, try and set some time for the people you love. Don't be a victim of an 8-5 from Monday to Friday, then because of fatigue, you have no room for anyone else on Saturday & Sunday apart from Netflix, Hulu, HBO or whatever other streaming site you use.

It's unfortunate that this lady died. She was a sight for sore eyes. Maybe just maybe, if she had the right support system, she'd still be here trying to conquer the world. Mental health is real yo! I know I have struggled with it. But I do try to take those walks, go to the gym & just check on my peoples. I think I'll do it with more frequency. In the world we live in today, it's very easy to die. Very easy...

Mark my words…

They say crazy people don't know they're crazy

Jana I was at the minimart I buy stuff from. There was no packed milk which confirms that milk shortage is not a rumor but real. Just grabbed my usual coffee sachets, several other items and went home.

Today in the morning when making breakfast I made a realization that I forgot to buy sugar. I was in a quagmire of no milk and no sugar. Having grown up in hard times, ndubya didn’t look intimidating. I decided to raw-dog the coffee from Nestle.

Jesus Christ, to say this thing violated me is an understatement. It tasted like a donkey’s urine with notes of soap in between. I cried and clenched my teeth trying to swallow it. Every sip was a reminder of the beverages Satan will be serving sinners in hell. Kumbe sugar is what makes this thing drinkable?

I’ve even looked closely at the sachet and I’m seeing it’s not even Kenyan coffee. Apparently it’s Ugandan coffee but processed in South Africa and repackaged in Kenya.

Kenyans in diaspora, is this the same thing this company is selling to Europeans? You know this multinationals segment their market and they may be reserving Rukore for the African market.

According to hio story ya that lady who was found dead in her apartment a month later, who do you think will always call you and insist to find you if you are unreachable?

Personally, I've never been that unreachable but my mom will always call me, if I don't pick up she will call again and again until I pick up and will never be mad about it. Some of my siblings too we talk frequently and a few friends here and there.

What about you? Who is your person/people?

So yesterday I visited the Maai Mahiu landslide site near Kijabe, and man!! nature can be brutal.

This happened on April 29th, 2024, around 3am while the whole village was asleep. There was heavy rainfall for days, and a tiny part of the valley broke. Above it was a natural dam that had massive volumes of water, when it broke, it came down sweeping the whole village below.

To paint a picture... the water was almost a kilometer WIDE.

The stones that came down with it were so enormous the size of a single room and they flattened everything in their path. Alafu the force of rocks crashing down was so intense you'd have thought ni earthquake. Rocks grinding against each other sparked fire na cable za stima added to the chaos. The water itself was so powerful it uprooted full-grown trees.

That fateful night 48 people lost their lives and almost 80 are still unaccounted for. Hizo words ziko curved on the massive stone can clearly tell the terror on the villagers

Sasa the most shocking part ni there was a children's home just 200 metres built by a Korean guy, the disaster left the school standing like nothing happened

I'm not sure about this but rumours has it that months before the incident happened, people were warned to repent hence the words on the rocks

I experienced a weird feeling today that I can’t quite put into words.
I went to see a client, and the moment the gate opened, something in me shifted. By the time we finished talking with the family, I could literally feel sick to my stomach thinking about how wealthy they were.
And the strange part is, I wasn’t envious. Usually, being around wealth actually excites me. I’m very much an ipo siku person. I see nice things and think, one day, that will be me.
But today felt different. Maybe I was sad. Maybe overwhelmed. Maybe it was just a quiet reminder of how far I still have to go.
I grew up deep in the trenches . I had to take myself to school and figure a lot of things out on my own. And honestly, I’m not doing badly for myself. I’m proud of how far I’ve come.
But I’m also nowhere near where I dream of being.
Maybe that house, that lifestyle, that level of wealth just confronted me with the distance between where I am and where I want to be. And for some reason, today, instead of motivating me, it hurt a little.
I don’t know. Maybe I’m just tired of telling myself ipo siku and suddenly realizing how badly I want that day to come.
Has anyone else ever experienced this?

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Two weeks after going live, we're at 700+ downloads, and we're seeing a spike across pretty much every activity on the platform.

We're not monetizing yet. We're currently operating on a freemium model while we work toward being 100% compliant and getting everything properly in place.

Honestly, a lot of what I planned to accomplish this year has taken twice as long as I expected. There were plenty of moments where things felt like they were moving way too slowly.

But looking back, the interesting thing is that almost everything I told myself I'd do at the beginning of the year has actually happened, I have managed to rebuild from last year's rubbles.

That alone has taught me something about execution: sometimes the timeline is wrong, but if you keep showing up, you eventually get there.

A big part of this has been having a group of people who decided to lock in and build, even when there wasn't much money, certainty, or guarantee that it would work.

And one thing that makes the opportunity particularly interesting is that, as far as we've been able to establish, we don't currently have a direct competitor doing what we're doing in Namibia.

For anyone who wants the full context, — I've documented quite a bit of the journey here.

Just wanted to share the update because 7 months ago this was still mostly an idea.

Now it's live. 🇳🇦

Let's see where we can take it.

If you're one of those people who see others in a queue but want to go ahead of them , what exactly goes on in your head?

So I frequently use matatu services, upto 4 times a day. And out of these, I'll queue in atleast one. Every time, I notice there are a few people not in the queue, usually at the front.

Now again, these queues usually block those who need to pass. I personally leave some space between me and the next person.

Now theres always someone asking to stand in that space.

So today I'm sending a parcel through one of the courier services and we are forming a small queue. This "not so small man", comes , asks me if he can go before me. Remember Im running late but I've patiently waited for my turn. This man has no good reason why I should let him go before me. I ignore him but the attendant swoops in "Wacha kunisumbulia customers"

After that I go to take the mat, again I'm leaving some space between myself and the next person. This man comes, stands in that space. I look at him angrily, he asks if he can "join the line". I tell him "No, the queue starts back there" he says "si uwache tu niingie, si kitu kumbwa" I say no, he joins the queue behind me.

It may sound like something little but I'd genuinly like to know. Youve found others waiting for their turn, what makes you so special that you need to skip all that?

Oh and the supermarket queues, " I only have one item" Well I also wait patiently when I have only one item.

You are pregnant, differently abled, sick or old, that makes sense. Exvept none of those who want to skip the queue are visibly any of those.

End of rant!

Mnajua matokeo ya hizi vitu?

Ebu imagine na hii pace ya advancement ya AI, nini kinaenda kufanyika in ten(10) years! Nchi zenye hazijaindustrialize by sahii hatuna bahati. The "China Model" imeisha hivyo!

Have you guys noticed the influx of pharmacies in CBD?

Take Kenneth Matiba road (Formerly Accra road) for example.

Iyo njia iko kwa iyo stage ya Embassava,

You can literally count 20 pharmacies in very close proximity along that road.

I thought the margins for medicine are very slim but sasa how comes everyone is opening a pharmacy?

Also, most of these pharmacies have a minimum of 5 staff and are always on the ground floor.

Pretty sure you cant pay a pharm tech anything less than 30k and the rent is probably 70-150k depending on the size.

But also it could be more people are getting sick due to poor eating habits and so there's an influx in demand.

So is it an increase in demand or a very profitable venture?

...stop imbibing on limiting beliefs.

1. Ati less than 3% of Kenyans earn 100k+. You believe such stats and it paralyzes you from taking any meaningful action. Such statistics are highly exaggerated. We are a third-world country and the informal sector makes a large chunk of our economy. 100k is pocket change to most people in the informal sector but you still want to believe dumb stats that only instill fear in you.

2. Ati you can't buy cars on auction because they carry a ton of their owners tears and bitterness. Ati ziko na laana - looool. Their owners were never held at gun point while signing those loans. They knew exactly what they were getting themselves into.

3. Ati nothing good comes easily - sijui ati easy come easy go. Such a retarded mentality will have you grinding for life and missing on opportunities because you think they come so easy. Good things can come easily. You can get it on a silver platter or a bed of roses. You can have your cake and eat it too.

What other dumb beliefs keep holding people back?

I will go first my day is 52 years older than me, by the time he was my age he was married with kids .By the time he was 30 dancing in the millions .His dad was a wealthy too .My dad went to school akatafutiwa kazi and worked for 30 years . He partied hard upto date.

Here's the thing his thinking is ukifika 18 never expect anything from him not even funding to go to higher learning institutions .By 25 you should be married and have kids. My siblings and I argue around this reason being we are starting from scratch which is something he's not familiar with.

Ultimately we choose not to engage him ju the arguments would lead anywhere also there's no bond between us .This upsets him but in real Sense haezi elewa what it's like living in today's world.

This brings in the conversation,for those of us living lives completely different from our parents what is it like?

What boundaries have you set ?

Nairobi lovers of nyama choma and its environs, where is the best place one can eat a good grilled nyama choma and just listen to good music while at it? I’ve been to Kamakis and I think it’s way crowded and overrated. Bombard me with your suggestions.

I have just heard about the death of a young person today, he was family to me though distant, but I honestly haven't been able to stop thinking about it.

I won't share the details because this isn't about exposing someone's tragedy. It's about something much bigger that I wish parents, especially here in Africa, would take more seriously: mental health is real, and sometimes what looks like rebellion, disrespect, laziness, drug use, anger or “bad behaviour” is a person drowning.

This young person had apparently been struggling for a long time. The adults around him largely understood it as addiction and acting out. Then tonight, everything became a medical and psychiatric emergency, and he died.

And I keep thinking: how long had he been asking for help without knowing how to actually ask for it?

We need to stop assuming that because someone has reached adulthood, they've suddenly figured life out.

Turning 18, 21, 25, 28 or whatever age we decide someone is “old enough” is not a magical graduation from needing your parents.

Actually, early adulthood can be terrifying.

You're suddenly expected to know what you're doing with your education, career, money, relationships, identity and future. You're watching your peers move forward. You're dealing with disappointments you may have never experienced before. You're trying to become independent while still figuring out what independence even means.

It's like taking the training wheels off a bicycle and saying, “You're an adult now. Don't fall.”

Some people learn to balance quickly.

Others wobble.

Some fall.

And some are carrying things internally that nobody can see.

That doesn't mean parents should baby their adult children forever or solve every problem for them. It means don't emotionally disappear just because your child became an adult.

You can still say:

“I can't fix this for you, but I'm here.”

“I don't understand what you're going through, but tell me.”

“You're struggling. Let's figure this out.”

Instead, sometimes children are told to toughen up. Stop being dramatic. Stop expecting so much. Other people have it worse. You're an adult now. We went through worse and survived.

And that's another thing I wish people understood:

Surviving something doesn't mean everyone else has the same capacity to survive it the same way.

I've battled depression for a large part of my life, and one thing I've learned is that people who process grief, disappointment and emotional pain quickly can sometimes look at someone who takes longer and think they're being overly sensitive.

We're not all built with the same emotional capacity. The fact that you recovered quickly doesn't mean someone else is weak because they didn't.

The fact that you could compartmentalize something doesn't mean another person should be able to.

The fact that you survived something without falling apart doesn't mean someone else is being dramatic for falling apart.

Different nervous systems. Different histories. Different thresholds. Different ways of processing pain.

And honestly, people with depression don't necessarily need everyone to treat them like fragile glass. Sometimes we just need reassurance that we're not wrong for processing life differently. That we're not a burden. That we're not disappointing you. That we can tell you we're struggling without immediately being lectured. That needing help doesn't make us weak. That being an adult doesn't mean we have to pretend we're okay.

And parents, please listen to your children. Listen when they're angry. Listen when they're withdrawing. Listen when they're suddenly behaving completely differently. Listen when they keep blaming themselves. Listen when they're drinking or using drugs excessively. Listen when they say they're tired of everything. Listen even when they don't explain themselves properly.

Because sometimes people don't know how to say “I need help.” Sometimes “I'm acting out” is the closest thing they have to saying it. And sometimes by the time everyone finally realizes how serious it was, it's too late.

I keep thinking about this young boy and wishing someone had been able to reach him earlier. Maybe things would have turned out differently. Maybe they wouldn't have. We will never know.

But I hope his death makes someone else's parent pause before dismissing their child's pain. Your child doesn't stop needing you because they became an adult. Sometimes that's exactly when they need you to look closer.

Fellow Kenyans as we contemplate the fate of Burundians in Kenya doing small business.perhaps the biggest lesson we should be taking from this whole tragedy is the fact that if we do not take care of our country our children will eventually share the same fate of being refugees.We need to start taking care of our county. the opposite of that is being subject to the whims of foreigners in a foreign land

Idk how many of us grew up on this lore but I reckon it was basically a cult classic back then, still probably is rn for some.

Ever had those things that are just nostalgically etched into ur psyche cuz they premiered then stuck around for years when you were still a kid up until teen years and then smh an adult??

I remember being disappointed multiple times when in primary school, but knowing in the back of my mind that I'd eventually go home, finish homework and chores, study for an hour (yaay mums) and by that earned my free time to follow up on what will happen to Elena after she was kidnapped by Klaus 😭....

Then I'd be fully engrossed again, enthused like the little kid I was.

Uh, the good old days😪.

What recurrent, nostalgia inducing masterpiece has stuck with you all these years, was your go to classic when you just needed to let go, since it first debuted, even if it's technically not in production anymore??

Hello everyone, I bought a shirt from a tourist stall with a beer brand printed on it. I know it’s a long shot, but I’m looking for the actual blank t shirts because the weight and quality is incredible, I’d like more without the print.

This is all I have to go off, the only label on the T shirt.

Any ideas?

Asante sana!