My Dearest Daughter, As the sun rises over the hills of Limuru, casting golden rays upon the dew-kissed tea leaves, my heart swells with pride, hope, and the wisdom only a mother can carry. You, my beautiful girl, are in school, and while the world sees a student in uniform, I see a queen in the making. I see the grace of your grandmother, the fire of your ancestors, and the promise of a bright African dawn glowing in your eyes. This Easter, God granted me the sweet joy of bonding with you—not just as a mother—but as a woman who has walked a little further on this winding road of life. You may not know it yet, but in those laughter-filled mornings and quiet evening chats, a legacy was passed on: not of gold or silver, but of values, vision, and virtue. Let me speak to your soul now, daughter of mine. Listen with your spirit. In this life, my sweet child, “a child who does not listen to the mother’s advice will sleep with the flies” — a Ghanaian proverb as old as wisdom itself. The worl...
: Let's seal the black hole first! It's an irony of the year to see people wearing hats written Kenya@50 then running in the streets of western nations to raise money to build clinics and feed the hungry in their native countries. Underline Kenya@50. Is it trying to force a fox to wear a sheep's skin by seeking to cover past economic and humanitarian atrocities committed by them and their fathers through some marathon PR? And what happened to that speech in Ethiopia about western nations? Instead of spending 100 to get 50 in the London marathon, the simplest thing Mrs. Kenyatta should have done to save the tax payers this burden was to ask her husband and family to return any stolen monies and wealth that should have been meant for such projects since 1963, then reign on him to seal the black hole once and for all. Results would be tangible within a year. ByAB Murage Eghmp
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