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After 27 days in Kenya, I observed the some things:

Apart from serving overflowing food on small plates instead of letting everybody serve what they want and add if they need to, I noted these.

¹A Kenyan finds it easy to lie without blinking, and disappearing with the phone switched off is better than explaining why they can't do something sacred upon. Don't believe a promise, until you see it delivered. Especially regarding money.

²Kenyans don't have a NO in their vocabulary. Every question is answered with a YES, apparently the tone, decibels and swearing are qualifiers on deliverability. Codes understood only by those familiar with Kenyanese

³Bangi is prevalent and chang'aa is spiked. These days paid by MPESA.

⁴A lot of people are steeped in betting debts, dreaming about the allure of some elusive quick wins. One father earned me about his son. A petulant money borrower. That he sunk some 200k into sport betting! We need counsellors to detox these people.

⁵There's a lot of money in very few hands. Some of it with inexplicable sources. Nay. Most of it. Almost everybody else is choking in debt.

⁶Everybody I met speaks big about some coming money, a big payout. Then asks for money! Refer to ¹

⁷The farms, especially tea plucking, are run by women, "married" to Psuluali who brag at shopping centres about imaginary connections and sterile political influence. Without our girls, most families would have no food, children wouldn't go to school! Perhaps it's who tea plucking should be mechanised

⁸There's immense potential in AGRIBUSINESS and AGROPROCESSING and today's young millionaires building sustainable generational businesses and wealth are venturing into commercial agriculture and animal husbandry. I needed KES 1m urgently and it's a young farmer who dropped it on my MPESA without a blink!

⁹Kenyans, most of them, have a poor reading culture and can't sustain a step-by-step process, if longer than 140 characters. Interestingly, they love
commenting without reading! Take the example of the magic of . Despite numerous posts, and a lite bullet points on "how it works" (facebook.com/story.php?stor…), I still encounter people who can't read and interpret. Worse, I get people who blame the programme requirement for a Diaspora partner. Nobody can help you build your NETWORKS. But remember "your network is your net worth".

¹⁰Finally, there's a huge malaise called "do it for us", "help us", who is this "us"?

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Inserting scleral lenses For keratokonus patients, this is how to insert scleral lenses

What happens in your head when you do 27 + 48?

PLEASE respond I'm tryna see something

In the depths of darkness, I've journeyed so long,
A warrior against Keratoconus, my battle song.
For over two decades, I've carried this weight,
Through struggles and setbacks, I've fought against fate.

But hope has not abandoned me, it still remains,
Through successful crosslinking, it fans the flames.
A glimmer of light in my darkest of nights,
Reviving my spirit, igniting new heights.

Scleral lenses, a marvel, have come to my aid,
Embracing my eyes, where comfort is laid.
They bring clarity and vision, like a gift divine,
Restoring my sight, like the sun's golden shine.

Oh, the challenges I've faced, the tears I have shed,
Yet through it all, I've forged ahead.
With each day that passes, my spirit prevails,
Defying the odds, where hope never fails.

In the embrace of these lenses, I find solace and peace,
A respite from pain, where my struggles cease.
They cradle my sight, shielding me from the night,
Guiding me forward, restoring my sight.

Keratoconus, you may be fierce and relentless,
But I am stronger, my spirit is endless.
I'll keep pushing forward, with courage and might,
Navigating this journey, reclaiming my light.

This poem is a reminder, when darkness surrounds,
That my strength knows no bounds.
I am a warrior, unyielding and strong,
And I'll conquer this battle, singing my own song. Westlands Laser Eye Hospital Ministry Of Health HQ - Afya House

In the shadow of a sorrowful night,
At the junction where fate took flight,
We gather in mourning, hearts heavy with pain,
For the lives lost, forever engraved in our domain.

In Londiani's embrace, tragedy befell,
A lorry's chaos unleashed, an unfathomable spell,
Fifty souls, their journey cut short,
Leaving behind a void, memories to es**rt.

Words fail to express the depth of our grief,
For the lives shattered, a sorrow beyond belief,
In this moment of darkness, we stand as one,
To offer solace and strength, till the mourning is done.

To the traders who graced the market square,
With dreams and hopes, beyond compare,
Your presence was a light in each passing day,
Now extinguished abruptly, we kneel and pray.

And to the cars, mangled by the force,
Testaments to the tragedy's remorse,
We mourn the loss of those who once drove,
Their spirits departed, to realms above.

In this time of sorrow, let unity prevail,
As we extend our hands, love will never fail,
To the families torn asunder, we send our embrace,
May you find solace and courage in this difficult space.

Though the pain feels insurmountable and vast,
Remember, we stand with you, united till the last,
In shared memories and stories, their essence remains,
Their presence lives on, untouched by mortal chains.

May the departed souls find eternal rest,
In a realm where peace abounds, ever blessed,
And may our collective love and support,
Bring comfort to those grieving, deeply distraught.

We offer our condolences, heartfelt and sincere,
To the lives lost, held dear,
In this moment of despair, together we mourn,
Forever bound by the love that will adorn.

True definition of a rich kid

Why I'll never eat Mutura ever again
On my way back home last week from hustle, I ate Mutura by the road side, I ate sh.100 worth of those things (which I know I shouldnt).
When I got home, my galfren "now ex" seemed excited to see me and exclaimed delightedly: Darling I have a surprise for dinner tonight. She then blindfolded me and led me to my chair at the dinner table.
I took a seat and just as she was about to remove my blindfold, the
telephone rang. She made me promise not to touch the blindfold until she returned and went to answer the call.
The Mutura I had consumed were still affecting me and the pressure was becoming unbearable, so while my galfren was out of the room I seized the opportunity, shifted my weight to one leg and let one go,It was not only loud, but it smelled like a fertilizer truck running over a skunk in front of a garbage dump!
I took my napkin from my lap and fanned the air around me vigorously. Then, shifting to the other leg, I ripped off three more. The stink was worse than cooked cabbage.
Keeping my ears carefully tuned to the conversation in the other room, I went on releasing atomic bombs like this for another few minutes.The pleasure was indescribable!
Eventually the telephone farewells signaled the end of my freedom, so I quickly fanned the air a few more times with my napkin, placed it on my lap and folded my hands back on it feeling very relieved and pleased with myself.
My face must have been the picture of innocence when my galfren returned, apologizing for taking so long.
She asked me if I had peeked through the blindfold, and I assured her I had not.
At this point, she removed the blindfold, and twelve dinner guests seated around the table, with their hands to their noses

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