Francis Gaitho engagement report

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• Sep 13, 202643x their median

  Mambo gani jamenii💀😭 https://t.co/utGYpApxP4

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• Sep 5, 202637x their median

  We are getting information that the person who recorded this video has been arrested. More Information to follow https://t.co/jPjGA4kKvE

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• Sep 15, 202613x their median

  Frame 1: How hired crowds are imported in Mount Kenya to Ruto’s events. Frame 2: How Nyanza livestock (Ng’ombe za Baba) are ferried to Ruto’s events. https://t.co/hkIVrPMFcw

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• Sep 21, 202613x their median

  In other countries, a baby’s first words are either dada or mama. In this British colonial kakistocratic shit-hole country/failed state called Kenya, a baby’s first word is “One-Term”. https://t.co/0JRseMfmkl

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• Sep 17, 202611x their median

  Gaitho should recreate this on August 10, 2027, after we send Ruto to Sugoi. https://t.co/JMlT3gMx6d

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• Aug 29, 202611x their median

  For anyone still asking how corrupt PCEA clergy and elders “ate” KSh 700 million, a content creator has already done the site visit. The camera at Milele Beach Hotel does not show a miracle in progress. It shows a white elephant that the pews were talked into financing. That is the method. Wrap a commercial failure in vestments. Call the collection “rescue.” Leave the congregation holding a loan they never priced, never approved, and will never audit. The building exists. The explanation does not. Children of aging churchgoers should treat this as a household file, not a sermon. If a parent is still writing cheques into phantom church projects, say the quiet part clearly: that money is leaving the family balance sheet. They should not top up the plate and then expect the same children to underwrite hospital bills with their savings. Make the threat explicit before the next harambee. A church that cannot explain a hotel debt does not get to inherit your parents’ last shilling and then hand you the medical invoice. Stay awake around the old loyalty. Faith is not a blank withdrawal form.

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• Sep 20, 20267.4x their median

  A woman always knows who will replace you even if you started dating her today. As a man, just make peace with the fact that your replacement is already there. And ladies take this as an achievement. https://t.co/ZixrtrPW5l

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• Sep 21, 20267.2x their median

  Home-bro worked himself to the bone feeding two entitled households, including one loud, toxic and obnoxious social media hoodrat. On the bed where he was dying, they put githeri in front of him - cheap maize and beans, no care, no nutrition, the same slop we use as the SI unit for how low Kenyan journalism has sunk. If you are a single man, go to the butchery, buy two kilos of meat, cook it and eat it while you sit with this picture, because this could be you. This is the ugly side of marriage that the generation of old useless bastards (Boomers & Gen X) obfuscate, in their never-ending and unsolicited pressures for young men to marry. That plate on a deathbed is the whole story. Do not volunteer to become the next one.

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• Sep 2, 20265.6x their median

  Oga Obinna Did Not Mentor Kabuda. He Recruited Him. Oga Obinna pulled TikToker Kabuda off a matatu conductor’s job two years ago and groomed him for a full-time food-influencer brief. He then walked him into restaurant gigs as handler. That is not talent development. That is a broker converting a conductor into a medical disaster in motion. Obinna has no ethic in this trade. He is Kolenyo scammer Gabriel Oguda with a ring light: any brief, including tribal bait, so long as the cheque clears. The craft is not skill. The craft is availability, stupidity, juvenile delinquency and mental impotence. That is ruralism at its most feral. Hail from a backwater, shit-hole county, treat every hustle as one more night in the city, and measure success by overtaking people born in town and announcing the score. Nairobi becomes a boarding house for that project. Conscience is optional. Pay is not. Andrew Łobaczewski named the mechanism: negative selection. People with talent and a spine are pushed out of the hierarchy. People with the anomaly walk in. They fill the city with kujituma self-pleasuring narratives - send yourself, take anything - while degenerate mainstream (githeri) media crowns the morally and ethically malnourished as proof that the system works. Watch Kabuda now. The spiral is downward. Every day he looks worse than the last. The turn started with Obinna. Kabuda will soon die, and some misguided millennials will defend Obinna again, refusing to track the pattern: the “podcaster” targets low-hanging fruit with chronic mental disorders like alcoholism and over-eating, exploits them for content, feeds the addiction, then throws them to the dogs. That is how he groomed Maverick Aoko Otieno into being a paid prostitute for prominent politicians, and then retreated to the shadows, watching her crashing out with every social media scandal that she immerses herself into. Those are dark-triad traits. You are watching a psychopath at work. He did not lift a conductor. He showed him that the city pays a man to promote gluttony on camera and keep quiet about who booked the table.

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• Sep 15, 20265.4x their median

  Do Not Arrive at Sixty With No Room Left Men should listen to this clip with care. A retiree who built no social or political ground of his own now turns to his wife to reopen a life he let go cold. That leaves a harder question. If the wife were gone, or if the marriage had already broken, what would be left for that man except a house with no door back into other people, and the slow slide into depression and whatever else isolation does to the mind? That is what happens when the years are spent being “busy” the way the rat-race trained you to be: networks dropped, politics treated as dirty, friendships left unwatered, the whole self handed to an employer who will not sit with you when the salary stops. Boomers paid that price in public. Work-life balance was shamed in their time, so a lot of men treated the office as the only honourable room and then discovered, too late, that the society they had abandoned had no spare chair. We are supposed to learn from that, not repeat it with better phones. The other trap sits inside men’s groups, especially those captured by rural-bred retarded bastards. The moment a circle gains momentum, someone puts a price on the door. That is how the church was emptied of its original use. Cash came first. The meeting, the counsel and the spiritual work came last, if they came at all. Members’ clubs went down the same way. Each new committee invents a project so it can loot the till, when the facility was meant to be a place families could be seen together. For instance in the AI age, you still have archaic rules that a phone must not ring and must not be answered in the club-houses, as if silence were culture and not a leftover from people who confuse control with dignity. Sports clubs are meant to be non-profit rooms for people who already belong. Today they put a barrier at the gate that does two jobs at once: it keeps strangers out, and it humiliates members who have paid for decades the moment a subscription delays by a month. That is Ruralism in a nut-shell. It turns a social asset into a little marketplace of shame so that a degenerate bastard excited over a new job or a new title can prove, to himself first, that he has overtaken the people who built the place. The title is usually the ceiling of what he will ever be. The club is only the stage he uses to announce it. Those rooms were taken over by soulless, jigger-infested villagers who lucked into power, ate the places, and pushed the people who built them into quiet and then out. Reclaiming politics from British colonial rot is only half the job. Kenyans from every walk have to take back the amenities that made ordinary life human and made sixties something you could walk toward. Eject ruralism and the men who keep it. If you want a bench that still exists when you are old, you have to sit on it now, and you have to stop letting the looters rent it out as a scheme.

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