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Sportpesa, what gives?



Let’s just get back to the script that is life.

Work, hassle and everything else we do to stay out of the broke zone. Except stripping nude of course. Did you know that there’s a national school that invited a socialite to talk to the girls and empower them?  I have no issue with people who feel empowered by nudity. It becomes an issue when we want to paint it as a career. What; you think some of us were born clothed? That says something about your mental state, I’m just saying.

I digress. Let’s talk about the new celebrity in town.

The latest game to hit the market. With a wave so furious it’s taking lives and destroying many as it swirls. Of high school kids spending their fees and university drop outs. Of grown men betting their savings and fanatical ladies trending the bets. Its the infamous sportpesa. While the rest of us argued ourselves to sleep about the EPL and all the world’s major football leagues, sportpesa dared the fans. It showed up in their faces and with all the arrogance it could muster, it demanded for space.

You know that silly statement you tell people to make them do stuff? That goes like this “put your money where your mouth is”.

I’m sure at one point in time you have used it to strong-arm a person into doing what you wanted them to. With that fervent indignance and well planned dominance, the infamous sportpesa became a part of our reality. It was not a love at first sight thing. It was however an overnight sensation. Or I dare say success. Now it has the people. For whom it works asking the questions we should have asked, albeit differently, a long time ago.

  • What could be fueling the rise and rise of sportpesa?
  • Is it a growing need for instant gratification from the millions in the jackpot?
  • Is it a growing unemployed youth demographic desperate to make it somehow?
  • Is it just a trend that narcissistic modern youth want to be a part of for fear of being left out?

Well there was a time in this country when a good education meant something. There was an education system that was run by committed and dedicated scholars who had a vision for the knowledge they imparted in their students. Students enjoyed going to school because with an education, you were sheltered from the hardship of unemployment. And then we started making coins and less notes. The five, ten and twenty denominations of the shillings came in coins.

And the musical ring of coins banging against each other made us greedy.

Suddenly, the commitment at the helm dwindled. Focus to churn well-adjusted, skill enhanced and knowledgeable human resource was secondary. This was the genesis of all the youth issues we face today.

There was a time when being a university graduate accorded you a great sense of respect. You were a revered individual and the government took notice. Upon completion, parastatals would be waiting for you with open arms. You had met the criteria and you deserved your position. To sit with them, join them at the table and see first hand what hard work in school can do. Telcom Kenya, Kenya Railways, KTDA and a host of other parastatals were once the giants every graduate wanted to work for. Even the private sector, including the multinational corporations would absorb graduates before they graduated. Because during this time, school was a respected institution and teachers were irreverent professionals.

These days we refer to socialites as role models, social media addicts as thespians and thugs as the elite.

The focus has shifted from what the youth can do for this country to what this country can give them. A catastrophic perspective. Might not seem like it just now, but the long term ramifications are detrimental if not damaging. In a society where everybody is trying to outdo each other by any means necessary, show me where gambling is not an enticing venture. That ladies and gentlemen is the hotbed of sportpesa success.

Everybody wants to be as rich as Jay Z not work as hard as him. Everybody wants to be Mariga’s friend on Facebook and drink at his local club. Yet no one wants to muster his consistency and persistence and passion to get to his standard. We all want a piece of the world’s wealth but we refuse to put in the work. So gambling presents a supposed shortcut. To easy and fast cash.  We delve in head first!

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Guinness Set to Bring Rio Ferdinand to Kenya



The nation’s most extraordinary beer, Guinness, has today unveiled an exciting new partnership with legendary English Premier League football legend, Rio Ferdinand. Best known for his time playing for The Red Devils, Ferdinand will be working with Guinness over the next 12 months to find and celebrate Kenyan football fans Made of More. (more…)

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I Am A Middle Class Kenyan, Isn’t it?

I am the one whose vote counts the most and will affect the most and yet I am the one who is the most tribal.



I am a middle class Kenyan. Juggling my way through life…

Don’t own my home, don’t have what could be considered a salary (mine is still considered wages).

I semi own a car with the bank (although if I test our relationship by missing a payment I will discover I dont semi own anything).

Every end month I become a juggler. All my balls up in the air… Mshwari is paid and withdrawn to pay KCB Mpesa, then this is replicated with Tala and Branch waiting in tow before any bills are paid.If any ball in this process is to drop….CRB will get my name faster than it takes to finish writing this.

My Mpesa handles huge amounts of money, but they’r always flowing in and out immediately. It’s a better ledger than my bank account. On its strength alone I look like a millionaire and I’m obsessed with seeing those figures on my M ledger because it makes me think I’m growing financially. My Facebook and IG pictures tell better stories of my life. In there I’m smiling, laughing, travelling without a penny to my name and sleeping in big hotels whose costs are higher than my nightly per diem.

I am a middle class Kenyan.

My phone is riddled with numbers of big shots, whenever I call and they actually answer my day is made, people constantly ask me for so and so’s number. I am rich in my networks but my worth in who I have come in contact with does not translate to assets. Every once in a while it results in a ka deal who’s proceeds are used to boost my KPLC power token, extend my milk account with Kinyanjui, take my kids for a picnic at Machakos or blown to smithereens in a single night on the town buying drinks for friends who have all manner of malicious gossip about me and who wouldn’t lift a finger to save me from my troubles.

I am a middle class Kenyan.

I feel like I’m two contacts away from a breakthrough in my life, and yet I know with trepidation that I am only one mishap away from a disaster in my life.

If I have a medical emergency the size of the late Janet Kanini’s (God rest her soul) I’d be done overnight.

If I’m caught drunk driving and have to pay a 50K fine one of my balls will drop and I’m done.

If my house rent is raised by a paltry 10K it would upset the balance of things and I’d have to move.

If I have an accident with my semi owned Toyota Succeed (ITS NOT A PROBOX) with its tu third party insurance and the liability is mine I’m cooked.

And let’s not talk about what would happen if I lost my job…I’m superstitious… so “tuteme hio mate”.

I am a middle class Kenyan.

My phone is more expensive than my child’s school fees structure for a term. My telly is connected to DSTV which I hardly ever have time to see and I always meet people at Laico where black coffee is 500 bob so that I can keep up appearances and get that 2 step connection to glory.

My shoes are knock off’s bought from hawkers whose deals are quick at dusk and my clothes are mitumba’s, but I look good because I have a guy who gets me “zile za camera”.

I am a middle class Kenyan.

I am the one whose vote counts the most and will affect the most and yet I am the one who is the most tribal.

I am the one still voting for a presidential candidate because he is my tribesman and attacking and insulting strangers on facebook using bundles I have “flexxed’ while seriously psyching myself that the bets I placed jana will pay off and make me an overnight multi millionaire.

Some of the people I’m trolling,make more money and have more clout than me but it feels good to cut them to size on social media.

If their lives hit an iceberg, they’d have lifeboats but If mine did I’d be found below the ocean floor.

I am a middle class Kenyan.

I have never bothered to find out what tribe the guy driving the mathree is on the days I have no fuel to drive. I just board and yet my life is in his hands.

I even relax and dose off or enjoy the Wi-Fi as I’m sped off to places unknown because I cannot see the front and if I was to unceremoniously land an impromptu appointment with my maker all the balls would drop and I would be leaving nothing but bills……

I have never found out if the butcher I buy meat from is from my village or if the doctor who treated my child was “ours”…..Even Kinyanjui my milk guy isn’t really Kinyanjui but Wepukhulu but I don’t even know or care.

I am a middle class Kenyan.

But the President? Hio ni tofauti. That one must be “mine”.

I am now hiding under the banner “Tribeless Kenyan” on Facebook because it’s politically correct to do so and it will get me many likes (because I am addicted to those). ……and anyone who doesn’t like my post is NOT my friend.

I am an idiot who’s juggling won’t stop no matter how things go on August 8th.

Come August 9th regardless of the outcome….

I’ll still have one ball in the air!

I am a middle class Kenyan 🙂

— Courtesy: This post first appeared on Facebook via Levi Kones.

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Europeans Have Just Discovered Miswak, and Are Selling the “Revolutionary” Toothbrush For £3.90

The revolutionary “Raw Toothbrush” with health benefits.



The West has often borrowed a lot of trends in health and food, right from ghee, haldi doodh, and even dandiya workouts. And now, they have just discovered Miswak! 

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 A Czech company named Yoni recently posted a video about a “revolutionary” new product called the Raw Toothbrush, full of ~ minerals and vitamins ~.

However, like most revolutionary ideas people have had of late, this idea too comes from a tradition many across the world, especially Indians and or Africans, have stuck to for thousands of years — a miswak twig.

Only used twigs have been miswak and neem, and they cost much less than £3.90.

Of course, people immediately started calling them out for waking up a few thousand years late to the benefits of using the “Raw Toothbrush”.

Via Buzzfeed
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