Odongo, Ronald.

This video alone is enough reason as to why most men have definitely refused to marry 💔

My mum has warned my brother not to introduce any girl to her again 😂😂she has had enough.

Jana I visited the car Bazaar for the first time So many sub 1 million units. Shock was a KDM Mark X going for 650k. What's the catch bro?

If you live in Nairobi, you know there are three places where your financial discipline goes to die: Westlands, Karen, and the 500-metre radius around Yaya Centre. Yesterday, at around 4:30 PM, I decided to take a quick walk down Argwings Kodhek Road. My mission was simple: drop off a document, buy two bananas, and head straight back home. Total projected expenditure: Ksh 100 maximum. Confidence 😁💫 Just outside Yaya Centre, an old acquaintance from campus spotted me. Linen shirt tucked into zero-fatigue trousers, driving a clean KD-series SUV, with a smartwatch blinking every three seconds. "Bwana Barack! It's been ages! Let's grab a quick coffee right here across the road!" Now, if someone in Kilimani says "quick coffee," run. That is not an invitation for beverage consumption; it is a financial trap. We walked into one of those high-ceiling cafés where the menu has no currency symbols, just single numbers like 750, 1,200, and 2,400. Before I could even open my mouth to order ordinary tea with clear hot water, my guy had already summoned the barista. "Give us two iced hazelnut lattes, extra oat milk, and those almond croissants."😭 For the next 35 minutes, I was subjected to high-level corporate storytelling. "We just closed a seed funding round in Mauritius." "I'm thinking of picking up a two-bedroom unit on Chania Avenue for short-stay." "Kilimani traffic is crazy, but honestly, the lifestyle convenience is unparalleled." I'm nodding, smiling, and adjusting my posture like a venture capitalist, while secretly, inside my head, my M-Pesa balance of Ksh 1,430 is sweating uncontrollably. Then comes the moment of truth. The waiter brings the receipt holder: Ksh 3,850. My billionaire friend reaches for his leather wallet, opens it, looks at his cards, and then checks his phone. "Ah, boss, system ya bank yangu iko down. Let me just tap my card... wait, declined? Ah, network errors in this spot are wild. Bro, check this for me quickly. I'll M-Pesa you the moment we walk out to the parking." Guys. That is how my Ksh 100 banana run turned into a Ksh 3,850 rescue mission.😭😭 As we walked out into the Kilimani evening rain, he stepped into his SUV, waved gracefully, and said, "Legend! Let's do this again next week!"😭 I am currently sitting in my house sipping tap water. If you see me anywhere near Yaya Centre this month, please call the police. I am a victim of Kilimani character development.🤕

Ni mbaya!

Thank you Marion for always allowing me to see my son ❤️🫡😂

CLEAN MONEY ITUMALIZA Mondayly, hii ni mchezo ya town on steroids! A well known Bazu is currently learning the hard way that sending money to the wrong number is a mistake, but receiving someone else's money and deciding to disappear is a full time criminal enterprise. The incident happened last Thursday when one mildly stressed businessman, identified only as Zack (Zacchaeus wa Sunday school), attempted to send KSh 43,320 to his supplier to settle an urgent delivery. Unfortunately, one digit had other plans. Instead of reaching his supplier, the money landed safely in the mobile money account of one self declared hustler known around his estate as Biggie wa Deals. According to sources close to the victim, Biggie received the familiar transaction notification, and his phone apparently experienced a culture shock of the 21st century. He checked the balance, checked it again, then sat upright, design ya Wi Fi imekatika katikati ya transaction. At first, he reportedly considered doing the right thing. But hiyo ilikuwa before the devil opened Excel and started calculating possibilities. Within minutes, Biggie switched off his phone, removed his SIM card, disappeared from his usual base and reportedly relocated his evening operations to an undisclosed location. Even his landlord, who was owed two months' rent, was left wondering whether the man had finally secured a job abroad. To make matters worse, Biggie had reportedly accompanied his last rental payment with a message to the landlord saying, "Ukinifungia tena, weka padlock tatu kama wewe ni mwanaume." Zack began calling the number with the determination of a man trying to revive a dead relationship. First call: unavailable. Second call: switched off. Third call: voicemail. By the seventh attempt, he had started introducing himself to the automated customer care lady as if she could personally negotiate a refund. He then sent a polite SMS: "Bro, nimekutumia pesa kimakosa. Tafadhali nirudishie." No response. He tried again: "Ni pesa ya supplier, tafadhali." Still nothing. Finally, in what witnesses describe as a moment of financial desperation, he sent: "Mungu anaona." Sources say this was reportedly the only message Biggie read before switching off his phone permanently, like a government office on a Friday afternoon. Zack, having exhausted every possible avenue of reaching the mysterious recipient, reported the mistaken transaction and sought assistance through the official reversal process, as well as help tracing the recipient. Our Disiyai B&G swung into action, and investigations reportedly led to the identification of the registered recipient, who was eventually traced enjoying an unusually generous weekend at one of the local establishments. Preliminary reports indicate that Biggie didn't just walk into the club; he staged a hostile takeover, shouting, "Kila mtu apewe! Iko nini?!" while sporting brand new sneakers and behaving like the weekend's principal shareholder. He was sandwiched between two upholstered fortresses of pure determination, complete with dust resistant mascara and wannabe Azature nails the size of KICC. Clean money itatumaliza! Apparently, the money had already acquired a social life, complete with entertainment and VIP treatment. Biggie was eventually cornered and picked like a hot potato. When confronted, he reportedly tried explaining to our boys that he was planning to refund the money after selling his pregnant cow back home. Apparently, even the unborn calf had been recruited into the repayment plan. Our team swiftly escorted him to our natural aircon Gated Deluxe, where he is currently enjoying round the clock state protection, with a special menu of ugali, bean stew and a few leafy greens as he awaits his court debut. From VIP treatment at the club to VIP accommodation at our facility, the transition was rather unfortunate!