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RUTO KENYA'S YOUTH DON'T NEED CHARITY HANDOUTS DRESSED AS JOBS


By Hon.Justin B. Muturi
1. The Poverty Olympics 

Instead of tackling the structural unemployment crisis, the UDA government’s “solution” is to hand out boda bodas and call it empowerment. That’s not job creation that’s locking youth into a poverty cycle and asking them to clap for it. It’s like giving someone a spoon to dig a dam.

2. Tokenism Masquerading as Policy

Serious economies invest in innovation hubs, manufacturing skills, tech funding, and green energy jobs. Kenya’s “youth policy” is basically: Here’s a wheelbarrow, now go make us proud. It’s policy cosplay, not policy substance.

3. The Hidden Message

When the head of state pushes boda bodas and car washes as a “vision” for the youth, the underlying message is: 

We don’t expect you to dream big.

It’s an insult wrapped in a smile. It says, “Your ceiling is casual labour, not boardrooms.”

4. Economic Myopia

A country that produces more boda bodas than engineers is planning for economic stagnation. Small hustles are fine, but when they’re the centrepiece of national youth policy, it’s a confession that the government has no industrial vision.

5. It’s PR, Not Progress

Handing over a boda boda on camera creates a great photo op. But it doesn’t build a future. It’s political theatre: the youth become props, not partners in development.

6. Missed Opportunity of a Generation

Kenya’s median age is around 20. That’s a goldmine of potential, if invested in properly. Instead, Ruto is dishing out hardware for small hustles while ignoring large-scale job creation in tech, manufacturing, creative industries, and renewable energy.

 7. Dignity Matters 

The biggest insult?

Calling it empowerment. True empowerment gives people the tools to change their lives permanently, not survive from day to day. The boda-boda policy is poverty with a helmet.

8. The Political Trap

Short-term hustles keep the youth dependent and grateful during campaign seasons. That’s not empowerment, that’s political clientelism. And the youth know it. That’s why they’re turning to protests, not wheelbarrows.

 Kenya’s youth don’t need charity handouts dressed as jobs. They need opportunities that match their ambition. Give them laptops, coding schools, seed funding, manufacturing jobs, not a lifetime subscription to hustling for survival.

Mr President stop calling crumbs a feast.

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