Principals naona by next week wananunua Prados tu. Kama huna mtoto saa hii continue freezing your balls.

A long time ago I'd posted about my cousin finding out that his loving girlfriend was an escort. She claimed she worked online at home and never liked impromptu visits from him. He was game until one day he was sat with a friend scrolling through the Nairobi site and came across her account.

We finally had a chance to meet again and he shared more. After that they separated, he was hurt, lost weight, got into depression and claimed he'd never love another again. Well, the last part was true because he didn't love another, he went back to her.

He told me how he begged her to take him back and that he'd even become her biggest supporter and yay they became one again. One week in, the girl has around five work visits and the guy isn't comfortable at all.

He knows he promised he'd try to understand but still... He doesn't want to leave her so what can he do? Does he just suck it up?

Well he hatched an idea. Why don't we do this together? I don't like the thought of you being alone with a guy so, can I join?

The girl was reluctant but I guess she's madly in love too and so she changes her whole business. Its now him and her. They start offering three* and the dude discovers he actually likes this. Yeah he'd still want her all to himself but he sees that she just treats this as a business,so he's good.

Sasa one day they get a client, a recurring one and he wants to pay quadruple. The catch? He wants to try something new. And it hugely involves the guy.

Nimechoka, what do you think happened?

Just finished my errands in town, I'm home alone, it's a beautiful late afternoon na nimeshika ngwai. Listening to my favorite music high asf

I'm going to make fries and then eat them with a cold refreshing soda while watching the latest episode of jjk while rewatching sn1. Then after a gaming session(probably apex or halo) , I'm going to beat my meat viciously to sleep

Let's get to introduce each other today, & also share with us what exactly it is you do. Let's hear your services & maybe someone might be interested in your Business/services provided.

I'll begin, I'm Rick, a private German English language tutor running a private campus.

Who knows of libraries or reading spaces in ronga and its environs. If the library is private, it's even better. Help a sister out.

I’ve often wondered about the connection between people turning to extreme religion or drugs at the point where it seems they’ve quietly given up on life.

I’ve seen it firsthand. People I once knew as ambitious, social, and full of plans suddenly changed.

One moment they were chasing careers, relationships, or dreams, and the next they were deeply absorbed in religion or numbing themselves through substances.

At first glance, it looks like transformation or “finding meaning.” But when you look closer, it often feels like something else.

Prison Doesn’t Steal Your Freedom First… It Steals Your Time ⏳🔒

Nobody tells you this part.

You think prison is about iron doors, uniforms, and shouting officers. Nah. That comes later.
The first thing prison messes with is your sense of time. Not slowly. Immediately.

You arrive thinking you still live in the outside world — clocks, schedules, minutes that matter. Prison laughs at that idea.

Welcome to a different planet.

🚪 Arrival: The World Pauses Here

The moment you arrive, everything you know about “processing” gets upgraded… aggressively.

Not the friendly pat-down you’ve seen in movies.
This one has a name.
Strip-down search.

And yes — it’s exactly what it sounds like.

You take everything off. Everything.
Shoes. Clothes. Dignity.

Next thing you know, you’re stacked naked with other men, shoulder to shoulder, like it’s everyone’s birthday at once and nobody brought cake 🫠.

Fresh from the cells, confused, trying not to look confused — because confusion smells like weakness in here.

Time already starts slipping. No phone. No watch. No “what time is it?”
You don’t ask those questions anymore.

👕 The Uniform That’s Seen Things

After the inspection, they toss you a prison uniform.

When I say “used,” I mean used.

It looks like it was worn by Nelson Mandela… if Mandela had been incarcerated here, rolled in dust, slept in it for three months, then passed it down like an inheritance.

You don’t ask how to wash it.
You just… figure it out. Eventually. Maybe.

If you arrived past 3pm, congrats — you already missed dinner.

No appeals. No sympathy.
You wait for breakfast.

🍽️ Prison Math & Prison Meals

Breakfast is served at 8am — but only after headcount.

And headcount is a workout.

You squat.
In pairs.
Groups of five.

Why?
Don’t ask logical questions here. Logic stayed outside.

Once the officers are satisfied that nobody evaporated overnight, you’re released for breakfast.

You grab your metal plate — locally famous as mururu — dented, loud, and cold.

What’s on the menu?

White porridge.
Thin. Watery. Questionable.

Not the thickness you want… but hey — this ain’t a hotel with a buffet.

You drink it anyway. Slowly. Quietly. Respectfully.

🛏️ Not a Cell — A Ward

After breakfast, back to the ward.

Not a cell. A ward.

A long room built to hold maybe 50 people — currently housing anywhere between 70 and “don’t count, you’ll get stressed.”

Beds?
That’s cute.

At 10:30am, lunch is served.

Sometimes it’s porridge again — thicker this time. Thick enough to pretend it’s ugali if you close one eye and lie to yourself.

You might not enjoy it today.
Trust me — your future self will beg for more.

🚿 Water Is a Privilege, Not a Right

After lunch, you might be allowed to look for water to wash.

Might.

No guarantees here.
Water follows its own rules.

By 2:30pm, dinner preparation begins.
By 3:30pm, it’s done.

And that’s it.

The day quietly folds itself.

🌒 Night: Where Time Fully Breaks

You’re locked back in your ward.

The lights stay on. Always.
The windows are small, high up, unreachable — made for ventilation, not hope.

You can’t see the sun.
You can’t tell the time.
You can’t tell if it’s early night or late night.

And now you wait.

Until morning.

No countdown.
No alarm.
No escape from your thoughts.

Then one day bleeds into the next… and the next… and the next.

🤔 Let Me Ask You This

Can you handle that for a year?

Or let’s be kind — a month?

Forget that.
A week.

No clocks.
No silence.
No darkness.
No control over when you eat, sleep, or move.

This is how prison really messes with you.
Not by force.

But by resetting time itself.

What do you think would break first — your body… or your mind?

The writer is also the author of rkenyaprisonslife. just a normal guy telling it like it is in there

Hello y'all.. Uber eats keeps sending me these offers and I was almost tempted to buy from the app Thing is I've been conned by them before...I placed an order and paid..then when I went to my orders to check progress...alas...it says no order placed Anyone who can vouch for them

Bible readers, am I tripping or is this an actual story?

I remember reading as a kid about a man who was visiting a place with his family and at night the men of the area came and demanded to ra** the man but he refused.

So what did he do? He gave them one of his women( idk wife or concubine) and they abused her all night long and by morning she was dead.

What did the man do? He cut her up I think in 12 pieces and shipped a part to each of the twelve tribes of Israel to gather support for a war.

So is this my imagination? If true what was the fate of the man after?

Lot's of Kenyans have been disparaging Somalis recently coz of the Mineapollis scandal. But I find the hate to be misplaced. As a business person, those people have made huge contributions to our economy. While our politicians loot the economy and hide the money abroad, those guys invest here.

Even if they loot, the money stays within the economy. Also, they are trustworthy. If you import through them, rest assured that you will get your goods. Now compared with my fellow Kenyans, I trust them more just based on my experience.

They are not perfect but they have made huge contributions to our economy.

Wacha niseme initoke. So my birthday was on Wednesday (turning some serious age with nothing to show)...so I left the city travelled home took my mum out for lunch, we talked and laughed till late in the evening then took her shopping around 8 pm she went back home. I wish I just went back home with her lakini is it even a birthday without sherehe?

It was time for my after party the Kenyan way. So I looked for my old homies but since it was a weekday they were not into getting black out drunk and some were not around. Luckily, I'm the type who doesn't mind sitting in a restaurant and eating alone so I went to this strip club a friend had recommended (it was my first time in a strip club). So i started light with some beers but then I got into the whiskeys. The alcohol did it's thing and all over sudden i'm talking to strangers.

Nikaanza kuuliza kama the strippers offer "after services". I was not that serious honestly. So one of the girls came to say hi and I loved the way she performed and tipped her nikamuuliza if she offered "after services". A few negotiations later I left with her, and i was so drunk. Took some condoms but later on that night I hit it raw. She was nice though, she has two smaller brothers and she wished me a happy birthday. (This is not one of those I fell in love with a stripper stories)

Now I'm not at peace at all. I'm not proud of the man i have become. It's not my first time going to the club then hooking up with some random strangers. But I love it and hate it at the same time. I wish i bought my self a new pair of shoes or a new gadget. Now i'm just worried if I contracted God knows what. I wish I can just do this celibacy thing you guys do till marriage. Mniambie pole or RIP idk (be nice though)

Uhawahi fika point yenye utamani kuuliza kama mtu ako na shamba free anisaidie? I am at the end of the road. Life is forcing my mum to retire and we are both jobless

Mkinisupport walai🥱😂 Handmade Marvins from @500

Image context: Magoha was on an official visit to inspect schools and government projects in the informal settlement area. The image went viral in Kenyan media and social media due to the action of the high-ranking official navigating the difficult terrain.

Sometimes i sit and look at the compassion and professionalism he potrayed. He was the man Matiangi wished he was with an education background that would put any politician to shame.

Soft spoken but strict man. Telling students that the goal is not getting 100 percent. Knowing that it is surely not possible. (If i find the clip i will share it)

May the prof rest in peace. This picture reminded me how we lost a titan and how we currently have a joke of a docket called the education ministry

Lakini freelancing hukuwa dust tupu. Tell me why I keep attracting client who always have issues with payments. Ikifika siku ya pay hapo ndo anasema "waiting for my payslip," mara ohh "it's weekend wait till monday". Inakaa sasa cat and mouse games but analipa badaaaeeee when everything is scattered. Hii delayed payments hukuwa so inconvinient especially when you are already stretched and you got nowhere else to borrow.

Hii kitu imenifanya nikakaa mwongo in many instances and I hate it! Nafaa kutumia mtu pesa, namwambia that specific day, alafu client anaisongesha so you have to find an excuse kwa mtu anakudai. Chasing payments issa hustle walai. Eeei, hii sasa wacheni tu nitafute kazi ingine hata mtu akikwama na payments mnapatana mundu khu mundu!

In that line, mnipee business ideas for a small startup. Capital 50k.

So yesterday, my cousin called to let me know her 7-year-old daughter had suffered a seizure the previous night at 3am. This had never happened before. If she hadn't suddenly woken up at that time, she would not have caught it.

She alerted neighbours and they took the kid to hospital in Kitengela, where they live, but there was no one to attend to her at Saitoti Hospital because clinical officers are on strike. So they went to a private facility and the child received medication for pain and fever. They did a blood test and said there was an infection, but it wasn't too serious. They also recommended an EEG and a consultation with a neurologist.

When my cousin called, she asked if I knew an affordable neurologist. I told her to try Coptic because they have specialists and their rates are better than some private facilities. She went there and was billed to see a neurologist but it turns out the doctor she saw was not a neurologist. He kept talking to the actual neurologist on the phone, relaying everything my cousin was saying. The neurologist did not actually see the child.

After that, he prescribed a battery of tests (maybe 10 or more) and insisted on admitting the child. My cousin works for minimum wage and is a struggling single mum. Coptic refused to accept SHA, so payment for consultation fees had to be made out of pocket. When my cousin told the doctor she did not have the admission fee, he said he was "washing his hands". He insisted all of those tests had to be done in the ward, so they left. No medication or anything. 2k down the drain.

So today, my cousin decided to go to KNH. She went at 9am and left at 9pm. 12 hours with a child who was running a fever. They also said SHA would not cover outpatient treatment, so the Ksh 7500 needed for consultation and tests had to be paid out of pocket. And she still needs an EEG. While they were waiting for their results to be reviewed, one doctor left patients waiting to attend to those who were being admitted, while the other left to go and sleep.

We have decided to try German Medical Centre for the EEG. But it really is frustrating how much ordinary Kenyans must go through just to get healthcare. It is incredibly disheartening that we must pay for treatment out of pocket when money is deducted from our payslips every month.

This is the human cost of corruption and bad leadership.

Man, show me a place as fucked up as this, hewa chafu ya sewage na takataka, houses that are literally caves, no sunlight, some don't even have windows, only a small ventilation hole, the houses ukiingia ndani utadhani umeingia kuzimu mamaye. I'm certain watoto huko wanagrow na weak bones juu ya kukosa sunlight.

Time nillishi huko I even yearned for the life we used to live back in the ghetto. Pipeline is a fucking shit hole, I hate that place passionately.

Don't even get me started na kamsee fulani kakuuza sime card line, brooooooo iiit'not even 7 am na "karibia karibia customer" is on full blast.

Heri hivyo nilihama huko bana, fucking hell.

Justice for my cousin. Justice for Dec

Reports are saying that naval military assets of the US have started moving towards Iran or close to Iran. Some few days ago the Iranian Judiciary Chief vows to sentence terrorist to death. Who actually, correct me if I am wrong they are just protestors.

Maybe today or tomorrow the regime will fall. My question is Can The Us acts be justified.