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I joined the United Opposition principals — H.E. Kalonzo Musyoka, H.E. Rigathi Gachagua, Hon. Martha Karua, Dr. Fred Matiang’i, Hon. JB Muturi, and Hon. Eugene Wamalwa — for the Wiper Patriotic Front NDC and the public acclamation at the historic Uhuru Park, where Kalonzo Musyoka was endorsed as the Party’s flag bearer.
Uhuru Park is more than just a venue — it is a symbol of our nation’s struggle for freedom, justice, and democracy. Standing there today reminded us that Kenya’s story is still being written, and it’s our duty to ensure it ends in victory for the people.
As the United Opposition, we are united by one mission: to liberate this country from corruption, impunity, and poor leadership. We are building a Kenya of integrity, equality, and opportunity for all.
2020 had just Ended. COVID-19 had tried to kill us all but failed spectacularly. We thank God.. Hallelujah! Amen.
Kenyans still found ways to sin responsibly. Some people crossed into the New Year on their knees in church, thanking God for surviving those 2019 insects. Other more honest souls crossed it by stressing their livers and apologising later.
Nyeri had been drinking and Mweiga drank too.
So when revellers staggered home at dawn, no one expected the New Year to demand blood. For one young loved businessman from Nyeri County, Dan, the journey home was was an ending.
Daniel did not know that death was waiting for him right outside his own gate. He did not know that the killers already knew his number, his route, his habits and his bloodline.
As Dan opened his gate, the killers moved in fast, brutal, deliberate.Knives flashed and flesh gave way.They left him bleeding beside his car, engine still idling, headlights still on, right outside the gate. Dan died outside his own home.
By morning, Mweiga was sober and shocked. Nyeri had been drinking, yes, but this was not part of the hangover package.
To understand, one must step aside far aside.
Stephen Wang’ondu was not an ordinary farmer. Wendiga village knew farms, but none like his. His wealth rose from soil to water, from fish ponds, tea bushes to banana plantations. His 100-acre land came with its own dam.
He multiplied money by reinvesting. Rentals, Petrol stations strategically placed at matatu stages in Nyeri CBD and Mweiga, they printed money while commuters complained about fuel prices.
Then came mining. A stone-crushing plant along the Nyeri–Nyahururu Highway, restaurants, wholesale shops, commercial and residential buildings. The empire was solid, loud, and unmistakably successful.
Women noticed...the wealth..Golddiggers, dreamers, Genuine poor girls and even strategic lovers. Stephen married three women. Kikuyu queens, each beautiful, each assigned intervals of affection like shifts in a well-run factory.
Beatrice, Scholastica and the third wife. Nine children followed. Six sons. Three daughters.
Equal love, Equal privilege practiced.
Range Rovers and Land Rovers were distributed according to taste. The children went to the best schools. Insurance policies were taken. The boys were occasionally dressed in suits like their father, because of legacy.
And one boy absorbed it all. Dan , Born on March 21, 1988, to Scholastica, Dan was the youngest and therefore the favourite. He loved dogs the way others loved alcohol. German Shepherds became both passion and business. He bred them, trained them and sold them
He studied International Business at USIU, graduating in 2009. He worked as a station manager at his father’s petrol station. On the other side, he ran farms, a petrol station, a dog-breeding business, and a nightclub.
Dan was ambitious and confident.But every empire has shadows. James Mahinda was one of them.
Mahinda was Stephen Wang’ondu’s right-hand man. Driver. Property manager. Gatekeeper. A man with access not just to bank accounts, but to ears. He decided who saw the boss and who waited. He lived on the estate. Had land. Had power.
Dan hated that. The two clashed often. Physically, even. Dan resented Mahinda’s influence over his father and the empire. Mahinda remained calm, planted and immovable.
Then the devil noticed Dan was distracted and sent help. Her name was Fridah. This Beauty arrived quietly, smiled sweetly, and rearranged Dan’s priorities. He loved her fiercely and Married her. Together they had two daughters, born in 2015 and 2019. Stephen became a grandfather and celebrated the moment with land 20 acres for Dan to build his matrimonial home.
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A rustic bungalow rose on the same estate, just 300 metres from Stephen’s mansion. Close enough to visit. Close enough to watch.
What Dan never realised was that his father’s eyes lingered too long on his wife. Too deliberately and too hungrily. Stephen evaluated Fridah the way men with money evaluate everything thoroughly. Her shape. Her height. Her elegance. Her presence. The old man, seasoned by decades of desire, was stunned. This was not ordinary beauty. This was temptation dressed politely.
His heart misbehaved and blood misrouted itself. The devil sat nearby, smiling, arranging chairs.
As Dan and Fridah faced the ordinary storms of marriage some resolved, others not the father-in-law’s confusion grew. Fridah noticed it. The stares. The silence. The discomfort.
The devil laughed louder.
Blood Money & Betrayal continues..
Congratulations once again Rising Lionesses on winning Gold in youth Olympics in Dakar. What a come back!
Video courtesy | Olympics.com
Congratulations Rising Lionesses on winning gold in the youth Olympics games after beating Australia 17-12.Coming from behind to force sudden death and win at sudden death shows the teams mentality and fighting spirit.
Rising Lionesses have made history as the second Kenyan team and first in Rugby to win Gold in Olympics. The first time an African nation has won Rugby Sevens gold at the Olympic or Youth Olympic Games.Indeed the future of Kenya Rugby is bright .Hongera Rising Lionesses🇰🇪
No effort no reward.The opposition will not settle on a presidential candidate who's work is just in boardroom and endless pressers. The reason why Raila Odinga never became president was because those around him did not put effort, he did the donkey work alone. Politics is a game of numbers and a serious presidential candidate should rally numbers across the country.teapawt.net/citizentvkenya
Fred Matiangi has been wasting his time trying to win Mount Kenya votes. Busy trying to get fish from Rigathi Gachagua's basket. Is he genuine ? why waste time in a region already locked by Rigathi Gachagua yet he hasn't locked Gusii region.That explains why Onyonka his vocal ally left for Edwin Sifuna.
When RiggyG was away for 2months, Muturi held over 65 public rallies. He shocked the people of Mt Kenya. People were speaking in whispers, wondering where he had suddenly gotten the resources to campaign. If he was not in Turkana, he was in Garissa, if he was not in Kisumu, he was in Nyeri. The minimum number of rallies he held per day was five to seven. It is for this reason that he was entrusted with the leadership role of prefecting those in the United Opposition.
After his letter today, over 6,000 aspirants from other parties have defected to his DP Party, sending political shockwaves through areas like Mt Kenya.
If you rub his letter against the unseen blank white space, you will see a statement inscribed there: "If it is not me, I would rather support Ruto.
Ferdinand Ongeri, a respected Kisumu nurse and union leader desperate search for spiritual peace ended in a shallow grave in Kimondi Forest. In reported court proceedings, Justice Reuben Nyakundi sentenced Ugandan herbalist Asuman Mawanda to 25 years behind bars, calling him “the architect of a cold, calculated killing dressed in incense and fake prayers.”
Ongeri first met Mawanda in 2017, reportedly seeking herbal help for weakness and office drama. The so-called herbalist promised to fix everything from his fatigue to his colleagues’ bad vibes through “spiritual cleansing” rituals.
But like most things involving mysterious powers, the healing came with an invoice: Sh200,000. And for that small fee, Ongeri was promised nothing less than multiplied wealth, ancestral favor, and divine job security. Witnesses whispered that Mawanda even asked Ongeri to buy him a phone registered under the nurse's name “for private spiritual communication.” To Ongeri, it may have sounded holy. To the court, it sounded like fraud.
In July 2019, after Ongeri began demanding a refund for the unmaterialized miracles, Mawanda allegedly fled to Uganda but left instructions. According to testimony from confessed hitman-turned-State-witness Jamiru, Mawanda told him to “manage” the situation
To lure Ongeri, they allegedly staged one last ceremony a final trip to a “mountain” with a fake high-ranking medicine man named Oti.
But instead of deliverance, Ongeri was met with blades. Days later, his decomposing body, marked with deep wounds, was discovered by a police officer in Kimondi Forest. Judge Nyakundi said the chain of events from the fake rituals to the paid assassin was “airtight in guilt and soaked in betrayal.”
Meanwhile, Jamiru, now serving 15 years, told the court that Mawanda came to Kenya not to heal souls, but to hunt wallets. Heartbreak in Kisii, anger in Kisumu. Ferdinand Ongeri was no ordinary man. He was a union leader. A public servant. A father figure in white uniform. But according to those who knew him, he trusted too easily. Believed too deeply. And paid with his life.
May his soul rest where no rituals are needed.And may others learn: not every healer heals.
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Ferdinand Ongeri, a respected Kisumu nurse and union leader desperate search for spiritual peace ended in a shallow grave in Kimondi Forest. In reported court proceedings, Justice Reuben Nyakundi sentenced Ugandan herbalist Asuman Mawanda to 25 years behind bars, calling him “the architect of a cold, calculated killing dressed in incense and fake prayers.”
Ongeri first met Mawanda in 2017, reportedly seeking herbal help for weakness and office drama. The so-called herbalist promised to fix everything from his fatigue to his colleagues’ bad vibes through “spiritual cleansing” rituals.
But like most things involving mysterious powers, the healing came with an invoice: Sh200,000. And for that small fee, Ongeri was promised nothing less than multiplied wealth, ancestral favor, and divine job security. Witnesses whispered that Mawanda even asked Ongeri to buy him a phone registered under the nurse's name “for private spiritual communication.” To Ongeri, it may have sounded holy. To the court, it sounded like fraud.
In July 2019, after Ongeri began demanding a refund for the unmaterialized miracles, Mawanda allegedly fled to Uganda but left instructions. According to testimony from confessed hitman-turned-State-witness Jamiru, Mawanda told him to “manage” the situation
To lure Ongeri, they allegedly staged one last ceremony a final trip to a “mountain” with a fake high-ranking medicine man named Oti.
But instead of deliverance, Ongeri was met with blades. Days later, his decomposing body, marked with deep wounds, was discovered by a police officer in Kimondi Forest. Judge Nyakundi said the chain of events from the fake rituals to the paid assassin was “airtight in guilt and soaked in betrayal.”
Meanwhile, Jamiru, now serving 15 years, told the court that Mawanda came to Kenya not to heal souls, but to hunt wallets. Heartbreak in Kisii, anger in Kisumu. Ferdinand Ongeri was no ordinary man. He was a union leader. A public servant. A father figure in white uniform. But according to those who knew him, he trusted too easily. Believed too deeply. And paid with his life.
May his soul rest where no rituals are needed.And may others learn: not every healer heals.
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The Bomas International Convention Centre had a cost variation from Kshs 31.7 billion to Kshs 45.85 billion.
Talanta Stadium had a cost variation from Kshs 35 billion to Kshs 45.8 billion.
The Rironi-Mau Summit Road had a cost variation from Kshs 150 billion (French) to Kshs 200 billion (Chinese) and an additional Kshs 7 billion severance fee for the French.
Fred Matiangi, @RealMatiangi the words you are using against RIGATHI GACHAGUA are the very same words MPs who championed his impeachment used against our party leader. They even went further, throwing all manner of insults at him. But for someone positioning himself for a possible running-mate slot, your choice of words carries considerable weight.
You should borrow a lesson from those MPs who were allegedly paid to impeach Gachagua. They built a political trap for themselves and invited public wrath. Today, many are branded betrayers because they were misled and failed to understand Gachagua’s political connection with the people.
This is the same Gachagua whose supporters believe he has consistently put the interests of his people first, and whose political influence now extends beyond his traditional strongholds.
We will be watching closely when the time comes for you to sit at RiggyG’s table and seek the support of his people. Yes, Gachagua has his own following and political command. If you doubt that, look at the Olkalou political contest and the lessons it offers.
You cannot insult a political leader today and expect to comfortably seek his political support tomorrow.
Unless, of course, you have already made a permanent decision never to sit at the negotiation table with @rigathi Gachagua.
Politics has a long memory.
And then on the night of February 12, 1990, a man of books, a minister of vision, a patriot of reform, tucked away his spectacles on the table and told his wife Christabel, “See you tomorrow in Nairobi.” Tomorrow never came. Dr. Robert Ouko’s fate was sealed not by strangers, but by the very system he served.
That evening, his sister Dorothy came by. They chatted, like family always does, and she left thinking her brother was safe. He wasn’t. After she left, the minister walked the compound, checked on his new brood of 500 chicks, and spoke briefly with his staff Selina the maid, Rodi the farm manager, Zablon the AP guard. Ordinary lives orbiting an extraordinary man.
Meanwhile, far away in Kisumu, a driver named Michael Owiti was being drafted into a play he didn’t know. His boss, the Provincial Commissioner Julius Kobia, ordered him to drive a white Mercedes to Sirikwa Hotel, Eldoret. He thought he was picking up guests. Instead, he collected shadows. The three men who slid into his car that night were not passengers they were undertakers.
By midnight, Michael was leading a convoy of government cars into the darkness of Muhoroni road. At some junction, the headlights went off, the drivers were ordered to wait. Silence. Footsteps. Men in green uniforms walking toward Ouko’s homestead. Inside the minister’s house, Selina heard the first bang. Then three gunshots. She froze, too afraid to step out. When she dared to peek, she saw men crawling in the night, Oyugi standing in her doorway, Biwott lurking behind a pillar like a black shadow in a blue suit.
The AP guard later claimed he saw nothing because apparently, cattle needed more guarding than a Cabinet minister. Rodi, the farm manager, later confirmed he had seen the unthinkable.
The men dragged Dr. Ouko out, gagged him, handcuffed him, and stuffed him in the boot of the Mercedes. Michael Owiti drove them through the cold night as the minister groaned, fighting with the last drops of dignity. At a petrol station in Kericho, they even stopped to refuel.
At State House Nakuru, the gates opened without question. Five cars of power brokers driving in at 3 AM no records, no alarms, no questions asked. Inside those walls, Ouko begged for his life. They broke him. They beat him with chair legs until his legs cracked. They slammed him against walls until he bled from every pore. He pleaded, but pleading is useless when your killers have already written your obituary. Biwott silenced him with a bullet to the head.
Wajackoya, working in the “music room” of surveillance, tapped a phone call between Biwott and Moi. Biwott: “The problem has been taken care of.” Moi: “Good.” Just like that.
By the time Christabel was calling home from Nairobi, wondering why her husband hadn’t arrived for his flight to The Gambia, the police helicopter was hovering over Got Alila Lille. In its belly, the body of the man she was waiting for. They dropped him like discarded luggage, staged his spectacles and pyjamas, broke a window latch, and tried to choreograph a murder into a fairy tale.
Kenya buried Robert Ouko on February 24, 1990. But what was really buried that day was a piece of the republic’s soul. Our history tells us that serving the state can make you food for the state. Truth is not rewarded. Loyalty is not protection. And death, when it comes, may arrive in a white Mercedes with government plates.
His ghost still walks in every promise made and broken, in every silence. And in the theatre of politics, the curtains may close, but the blood never dries.
Don't take it seriously it's just our Kenyan history. When we talk we heal.
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Fast forward to five months before the General Election. Rigathi Gachagua is picked as the opposition flag,bearer, having met the agreed qualifications, demonstrated capacity and emerged as the coalition’s choice.
Watch closely: this is themoment one opposition principal immediately bolts out, declares he would rather work with Ruto and abandons the opposition.
The real test of unity is arriving earlier than expected, and the signs of one particular opposition leader are already becoming increasingly evident.
