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THE TRUTH ABOUT UHURU AND RAILA

Raila owns a gas company that supplies gas to Heritage hotels owned by Uhuru Kenyatta. Then Raila takes the CORD meeting to Great Rift Valley Lodge which is owned by Uhuru Kenyatta. Raila and Uhuru refer to each other as brothers. Raila wants dialogue with Uhuru Kenyatta and Uhuru invites Raila for tea. In all circumstances, when Raila and Uhuru meet, they always shake hands and smile to each other. They don't fight. Now, Uhuru opposes Raila's rallies nd sends a great number of security officers to ensure all is well in those meeting. Raila cannot be touched because he is guarded by government police force. When the big people are busy doing business stealing away what our sweat has brought, some fool is busy abusing and hurting his or her fellow poor citizen in the name of tribalism. I wish our poverty at grassroots level would bring us closer to each other to make us work against the rich selfish and acquire some of their wealth. So, don't tell me Luos, Kikuyus, Kambas, Kalenjins, Luhyas, Merus, etc. Everyone is struggling to make ends meet. Merus are crying, Luhyas are mourning, Luos are wailing, Kikuyus are weeping, Kalenjins are grieved and others are complaining sadly for the poor state of the economy. We all in the same boat and if it sinks.... We either perish together or survive together. Agree/Disagree???.... thank me later!

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