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President Uhuru Kenyatta, be warned and tread carefully when it comes to the dunia ya madola

kenyas-president.jpg President Uhuru Kenyatta, be warned and tread carefully when it comes to the dunia ya madola. They own your wealth as they are in billions of shillings. Lackadaisical prattles will only lead you to a further pharynx squeezing. The western nations control the global economy including yours. This KANU style of recklessly vomiting words will land you in an economic trouble that will be one of those ripe reasons for aquatic revolution against your presidency. No party has a monopoly on wisdom. No democracy works without compromise. You are always surrounded by hangers-on misleading you before you realise the actual grumblings on the ground. One counsel to you President: Stop cris crossing about, get back to work and sort out the mess Kenyans are being dumped into. The West are 1,000000 times smarter and powerful than you. It doesn't take them a millisecond to disestablish your regime. Whether you like it or not, countries such as the U.S. and Britain will continue to decide for us in the developing world, they have the right to interfere in our domestic affairs and to bring about what they call regime change if they feel someone isn't up to the obligations of the league of nations. Utang'olewa mamlakani usipojilinda ndugu yangu ukiendelea kudanganywa na Uchina. Siyo lazima iwe kivita vile munayodhaniya....kuna njia mingi za furusha ngiri. Kenyans are aromated and well placed a mile ahead of your thoughts. Press wrong knob and you will be shocked. Preach peace and we shall follow the suit. Preach panic among Kenyans and panic will sail their nerves.

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