LET US ALL STRIVE TO BUILD A UNITED KENYA
It doesn't matter, which political.side you supports, trine or religion you belong to. What matters is, Kenya as the only mother country we have. If we burn it, we shall have no other country to call home again.

My house is a rainow house, with branches spreading from Coast to Coast, into Uganda, from Eastern to Western and to the streets of Arusha and back to Kenya's Cane Cutters slopes. Therefore I value a peaceful Kenya than any other aspect.

Let no politician incite you..hell I say let not Dennis Itumbi or anyone else make you fight one another..Itumbi has no wife, Itumbi has no child of his under his roof not bevauyse of nature but because h has not seen the need to have one or more. Itumbi knows no pain of a parent losing a child or a child losing a parent during political during political turmoil.

If Kenya burns today, Itumbi will scurry to go hide in the bunkers of Sugoi as you and I remain out here to fight for our survival like the survivors of the world war in Hiroshima, Nagasaki.

Let us say 'No' to hate

Let's strive to build a peaceful Kenya
Let's Strive to build a united Kenya.

DO NOT ARGUE WITH DONKEYS

One day Donkey and Tiger were having wn argument.

The donkey said to the tiger:
- "The grass is blue."

The tiger replied:
- "No, the grass is green."

The discussion heated up, and the two decided to submit him to arbitration, and for this they concurred before the lion, the King of the Jungle.

Even before reaching the clearing in the forest, where the lion was sitting on his throne, the donkey began to shout:
- "Your Highness of him, is it true that the grass is blue?"

The lion replied:
- "Right, the grass is blue."

The donkey hastened and continued:
- "The tiger does not agree with me and contradicts and annoys me, please punish him."

The king then declared:
- "The tiger will be punished with 5 years of silence."

The donkey jumped happily and continued on his way, happy and repeating:
- "The grass is blue" ...

The tiger accepted his punishment, but first he asked the lion:
- "His Majesty of him, why has he punished me? After all, the grass is green."

The lion replied:
- "Actually, the grass is green."

The tiger asked:
- "Then why are you punishing me?"

The lion replied:
- "That has nothing to do with the question of whether the grass is blue or green. The punishment is due to the fact that it is not possible for a brave and intelligent creature like you to waste time arguing with a donkey, and then come to bother me me with that question. "

The worst waste of time is arguing with the fool and fanatic who cares not for truth or reality, but only for the victory of his beliefs and illusions. Never waste time in discussions that do not make sense ... There are people who, no matter how much evidence and evidence we present, are unable to understand, and others are blinded by ego, hatred and resentment, and the only thing that they want is to be right even though they are not.

When ignorance screams
intelligence is silent.
Your peace and quiet are worth more.

What do you think?

A COWBOY AT THE INN
A cowboy rode into town and stopped at an Inn for a drink. Unfortunately, the locals always had a habit of picking on strangers. When he finished his drink, he found his horse had been stolen. He went back into the bar, handily flipped his gun into the air, caught it above his head without even looking and fired a shot into the ceiling.
“Which one of you sidewinders stole my horse?!?!? ” he yelled with surprising forcefulness. No one answered.
“Alright, I’m gonna have another beer, and if my horse ain’t back outside by the time I finish, I’m gonna do what I done in Texas! And I don’t like to have to do what I done in Texas! “

Some of the locals shifted restlessly. The man, true to his word, had another beer, walked outside, and his horse had been returned to the post. He saddled up and started to ride out of town. The bartender wandered out of the bar and asked, “Say partner, before you go… what happened in Texas?” The cowboy turned back and said, “I had to walk home

BLACK TAX: THE CURSE OF THE FIRST BORN

This is a controversial topic, that only those who have lived through it can relate.

Black tax according to Urban Dictionary is the money black professionals who have made it to the US send to help their relatives back in Africa in the name of family responsibility. However black tax today is found in the third world where for example one of the children makes it to the city and starts earning, he is expected to send back money to relatives.

Picture this: John is the first born in a family of ten. 'Ngombe akivunjika mguu mishoni, hurudi zizini kusaidiwa na mwenyewe'- when a cow breaks it leg in the grazing field, it goes back to rhe cowshed to be assisted by the owner. So it happens that one of John's sisters, the third born broke her legs out in the field. His other sister could not stay in a marriage. having tried and left three husbands, she decided to come back home bringing along her three children all by different husbands. Now John is the only one who has made it in life and got a job, but despite the fact that John has a young family with his first born being in grade three, John is expected to send money back home from the city for his parents and also help educate his siblings still in school plus his sisters's children.

Sounds familiar to many readers here especially you are first borns. Worst of all the problem is compounded if you are an orphan brought up by relatives. Once you get a job everyone expects you to pay back. From unlces to aunties, every of othem.one would claims they help educate or raise you. The end result being, you will keep coughing out money to educate or help relatives some of whom you have no clue about or you never saw while growing up, but since you have no otherwise lest you are branded 'sitngy,' you carry the load.

With the improvement in communication technology today, the calls from relatives seeking your help are lined up on your phone like safari ants. At times you end up in WhatsApp groups some of which you don't even know any single person in the name of kuchanga for the funeral of a dead distant relative or wedding of some far off cousin. woes unto you if you dared switched off your phone or let a call go unanswered. You phone must be on twenty four hours seven, you must pick them and agree to send money without explanation, never mind at times you too need help too.

By the time you are through with black tax, your children are in high school or University, you income is running low yet there is no one to lend a hand.,nkt that yiu expected them.

Giving back to the society is not a bad thing..since you were also helped, it is often good to help others, just to say 'thank you,' however in Africa, Kenya in particular black tax has taken a whole new meaning. The dependecy syndrome among some of our relatives is just too much a burden, especially with some relatives developing a sense of entitlement to your help.



Our people, and sadly certain communities in Kenya do not want to learn how to fish; they just want to continue eating while sitted thereby making it difficult for the benefactor to move on and build himself/herself.



Every effort you mark even to start for them even some business so they could be independent often end up getting eaten as quickly as you started it then they again hold out their hands seeking for your help.

Black tax is a modern day slavery to the payer. It makes the payer live from one payslip to the other or completed runs your business tank dry in the name of amily responsibility. You lack time for your own grown and pleasure for any extra coin you may save end up educating/feeding your sister/brother's child or your in-laws. Black tax if not handled properly may break a marriage when one spouse feels the money is only going to one side.

To get out the black tax quagmire, boundaries must be marked. You better run the risk of being labelled bad,but build your own family. Your spouse, your children are much more impurtant in your life than any other thing. if you to help, only help a realtive who can help you when you are also in a fix, not the parasites who are just there to milk you dry. You will note that these relatives stop calling or visting when they realize your income is getting low because you are no longer of help to them.



The only other people you are obligated other than spouse and children to are your mother and father( if they are still alive) not some people who claim one thing or the other they did you or their parents are said to have done or your mother/father, while you were just a a tiny dust in the outer galaxies. One even claimed he carried my mother on a bicycle from the bus stage to my grandparents' when she came with me from Tanzania, so I owed him!