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what did you buy with your adult money to make your inner child happy?

Not ranting anymore. Giving it a break for now.

Just a request out there. I stay in 87(junction ya that nyama joint), in the morning, i talked myself into 'kujituma'. If i can call it that. But i have to start from somewhere. I walked in to this kasmall eatery joint apo petrol station after total, found two ladies, asked the one upfront

"Hi, munaeza taka mfanyikazi mmoja extra?"

She smiled and blushed and said "Apana, kwa sai tuko sawa"

I said thank you and left. I am going back again to leave my number and tell her just incase one more person is needed anipigie asap.

That experience of my first ever rejection after kujituma just pumped my adrenaline up and i barely felt demotivated.

Long story short, wenye wanaishi 87 na Kinoo please connect me to these opportunities za casual gigs. (Kuosha viombo kwa hotels etc, sweeping and cleaning barber shops and salons, mama fua) These kind of gigs. Please. I need to get money for (food ya kila siku, offset rent arrears kidogo kidogo, getting my laptop from the fundi)

DM too if you need such services or you know someone who does.

This is also an easier way to reach me off Reddit. Just created a whatsapp group. I figure its easier. 87-Kinoo Casual Jobs and Services

So we've been talking, when she needs like lunch I'll buy her, then comes yesterday I asked her if she can buy me something and she agreed, sent her money and told her I'll come by to pick it and it was all okay. Then time kuenda kuipick she told me to wait like 15mins anaoga, I did. So called her after that na hachukui, then called in interval and yet she didn't pick, sent her a message she left it on read, so now I'm confused ka ni hio pesa alikua anataka ama hakuninunulia🤔 btw it's just 150bob ndio maana nashangaa ka anataka hio 150 si ananiambia tu jamaneni, ebu mnichanue juu sielewi what's going on

Ukrainian postal services still deliver mail today.More than Five years in war.When was the last time Kenya Posta delivered anything at all??

There are parts of the Congo River close to Kinshasa where fishing for plastic waste is more profitable than fishing for actual fish.

How are these banks managing to deliver such super profits...wdym 18B for KCB and 19B for Equity just for Q1💀😂....oh wait ik why....They are lending to the government at vvvv high interest rates and typically risk free because payment is guaranteed by your taxes....Just the other day Mwangi wa Equity said they almost have 2.6T to lend😂 and the governments deficit is almost 1.3T....Guess who they are gonna borrow from🥱....and guess who will be locked out??! And what pains me more is that the money borrowed is for Reccurent expenditure...To pay salaried to some useless GOK officials💀

And just so yall know Banks are like the major source of credit in any country....they literally create money that powers the economy...Money entrepreneurs need to start businesses that will employ you....Money to do a lot of things and if the people aren't lent to...The economy cripples....

When evaluating your next president be keen to see how he handles the public debt/banking question😭 because i am telling you among the many problems we have...Banking is up there and nobody seems to talk about it🙁....

Also another form of protest is withdrawing most of your cash from banks 🙂 they can't lend what they don't have....Same to Withdrawing Insurance and pension payment 😭...Such unity is what we lack but is also what will bring change....Think about it....

Wadau. How do you decide when to negotiate with people or not? Especially if they are unreasonable. I have a friend who, the moment she realises you can't be reasoned with, she will never reason with or explain anything to you again a day in her life. I can't tell if that is a wrong approach or not. Also, people think that such people are timid while others interpret it as muted rudeness.

Something about silence just never sits well with society. But kazini, I think you should only answer when questioned, but ukiona mtu anapanda mori na conclusions, then her approach would make sense.

Kuna jamaa mkali sana kikazi, works perfectly, but amefutwa leo juu ya kujaribu kureason na boss, and it came off as him trying to demean or disregard what the boss knew about the issue. Boss akasema huyo msee hu argue sana.

Hiyo convo ilikuwa ile yenye unaambiwa kitu, might be wrong then you try to correct the information, problem was that boss alikuwa amejam juu ya hiyo misinterpreted issue. So, in short there was no mistake kwa system lakini mtu amefutwa trying to explain that, juu boss alikuwa amejam unreasonably.

On or around January 11, as I was riding towards Donholm from Outering Road, I decided to refuel at a Shell petrol station near the Kariobangi roundabout. No sooner had I finished refuelling than I was approached by two seemingly goon-like fellows asking where my reflector jacket and license were.

Mind you, these people were not in police uniform and were not readily identifiable as officers. On top of that, I was wearing full protective gear (including gloves, knee guards, etc.), and my canvas riding jacket has reflective straps attached to it. Naturally, I lashed back, saying they were not traffic officers, I was not obliged to submit to them, and I already had reflective clothing on.

I realized much, much later that these guys were off-duty AP cops. By this time, they had clearly decided that I would be the one putting dinner on their table. They told me I had two choices: either produce a reflector jacket or part with a 2k bribe. I had my Insta360 recording video and audio in real time and uploading it. So I knew that if they were really police officers, I could easily beat the case.

Nikawaambia I ain't giving them shit, so they might as well take me to the police station and book me. I also refused to give them my keys, since it’s a 900cc bike and not everyone can handle it. So if they were serious about going to the station, they would have to push it there. The crazy thing is they accepted my challenge, despite knowing I had video evidence of the illegal acts they were committing. One officer didn’t even mince his words, saying something along the lines of, "To fuck out you have, and to find out you will."

And true to that, I did. They managed to push the 230 kg bike for roughly 1.5 km to the police station. As soon as they had me disconnect my camera, I was briskly whisked to the cell. I have to admit, this caught me off guard. By law, minor traffic offences require that I be given a notice to attend court or pay bail, which is refunded once one appears in court. I did not expect detention, and this was clearly an infringement of my rights.

They had a hard time fitting me into the cell, but they eventually did. I ended up being a guest of the state, all without even being booked or given a chance to communicate with anyone outside.

The next day, I was bundled into an Uber alongside other detainees and hauled to Makadara Law Courts. After a long day, my case finally came up for plea taking, and to my utter surprise, I had three charges: failure to wear a reflector, failure to produce my driver’s license, and wilfully resisting arrest. I rejected all the charges, and the magistrate let me out on a 10k bail.

Anyone who has appeared at Makadara for plea taking knows that, either by design or incompetence, the financial registry systems are always lagging. So despite paying the bail amount by around 1 p.m., the receipts had not reflected by the time the Industrial Area remandee bus arrived at 5 p.m. Without a receipt, I could not be released, so I had to spend yet another night locked up. This time at Industrial Area, with some hardcore criminals, but also many innocent folks like me.

The experience was horrendous, to say the least. To cut the long story short, today was my sixth time appearing in court. Every single month the case comes up for mention, the prosecution asks for an adjournment. Throughout this period, the officers have never shown up, nor have they tendered their witness statements. The prosecution also does not have a file, and without it, the case cannot proceed, hence the adjournments.

There is little the magistrate can do to force the prosecution to move forward. The Office of the DPP is independent, meaning no government entity can compel it to act. The court is essentially held at ransom. The case cannot be dismissed under section 206 of the CPC since the prosecutor, who is also treated as the complainant in state-only cases, is always present. It also cannot be withdrawn under section 304 of the CPC, since that would require the prosecution to have closed its case and the magistrate to have found that I have no case to answer.

The only other option is for the prosecutor to withdraw the case under section 87(a) of the CPC. The problem is that I can always be recharged using the same facts. The previous prosecutor hinted at this but expected me to fork out a 5k bribe. I declined, and she went on to delegate my case to another court and prosecutor, as the previous magistrate was getting annoyed with the pointless adjournments. I have objected countless times, but the magistrate’s hands are tied. Filing an injunction at the High Court for abuse of court process is an option, but it’s costly with no real returns. Reporting the officers to IPOA is another headache, since I don’t have a judgment to rely on to strengthen my complaint.

So here I am, with no end in sight. The rogue officers will obviously never attend trial, since they are on video soliciting bribes. They were also not in uniform, which goes against the code of conduct for traffic stops. I could not have known they were officers, so there was no wilful resistance. I was denied bail. The list of illegalities goes on.

What shocked me today was seeing traffic cases that have been ongoing since 2021 still proceeding. Almost five years later, a case on obstruction is yet to be concluded. I feel completely defeated. I honestly regret not just paying the bribe even though I was right. Next time I find myself in such a situation, I will most likely just give the bribe. It’s far easier than seeking justice in our corrupt system.

Since yesterday a lot of posts have touched on Gen Zs Vs Millennials. I am a millennial myself and I do believe each generation gets to enjoy their youthful years differently. Hata sisi we used to look down on the older generations. And they used to call us the spoiled generation. Kwanza time yenye riddims were at peak, it was bad. The dance moves and dressing were so ratchet compared to what the older generations did and wore.

Now, one aspect that I do believe Millennials enjoyed more than Gen Z ni clubbing life. Gen Zs can't relate and will never relate. Nowadays, clubbing is just about sitting and drinking at your table - no dancing, no connecting with strangers, no picking girls etc.

We used to enter a club without girls and by the end of the day, una-chips funga mrembo. Guys would mostly come as a group of guys and girls would come as a group of girls. Connections would be made at the dance floor. Different girls wanakurombosea and in the process mnaanza kukatiana. Sometimes you end up together if it was your lucky night.

The good thing is, you'd rarely spend money on the girls while at the club. I remember being in a company-sponsored assignment pale Club Naiz, Mtwapa in 2016. Bagged myself a very beautiful coastal girl and spent the entire night with her in my hotel room while dead drunk. She didn't ask for a shilling from me, yet we had sex the whole day and I never bought even a beer for her. Ingekuwa ni 2026 she would drug me and steal everything she can carry. I would also have to pay for the sex sessions.

In contrast, nowadays, kila chali anaingia na dem yake. People spend the entire night sitting at their table just drinking and smoking shisha. Clubs are so squeezed, no room even to move. People at the next table have to excuse you when going to the washrooms.

Another thing I see today in the clubs, it's as if people are in a spending contest. Lots of classism. Djs are literally told to stop music for the bottle girls so that some wash wash guys wapelekewe Mattel yao. There is a certain Nigerian song (I hate Naija so I don't know the title or singer) that they play when bottles are being delivered. Kitambo we even used to pay entrance fee coz clubs made most of their money by serving as dance floors.

Na msifikirie clubs were substandard back in the day. They just had that "local feel." Imagine drinking in Nairobi CBD with total strangers and no one would drug you. And you still make it back home safely to your different neighbourhoods.