As the news of Bahati’s quitting gospel is filtering through, several people have already started speaking out regarding the move which comes after the young gospel star said there was a plot by a number of gospel stars to undermine and curtail his career.

Well, Rufftone, one of the contemporary gospel music pioneers has a couple of words for the controversial singer. First, according to Rufftone, Bahati has to understand such moments are normal in the music career and will come and go as one matures in the music career.

Speaking to Willy M Tuva on Mambo Mseto EA, Rufftone said Bahati needs to go back to the source of his inspiration that is Jesus Christ and seek nourishment as even the mighty prophets of yore like Elijah were frustrated and still got nourished after calling on God.

 Here is the audio

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Remember when I said I wasn’t lucky with nurses? Well, that has changed. I finally met a nurse through Facebook. It started off quite simple. She inboxed me, saying how she would love to meet me. I asked how ‘what for’ and she said she’d love to see the guy behind all those crazy articles. She told me her name was Muthoni and she worked at KNH.

When you are a popular writer, most of your admirers approach you online because that’s the only reliable place where they can find you. So Muthoni and I exchanged contacts and proceeded to chat on Whatsapp. I started by doing a background check on her but it wasn’t long before we would engage in a wild sex chatting spree. It was bound to happen. By the next day, we had set up a shag date for Friday (The 15th) evening.

On that day, I left work at around 4pm and rushed back home to buy some food and wait for her. I didn’t need to give her directions since she was already familiar with my estate. She had pals there. She had assured me that she would be there by 5 pm but after arriving home, she called me to say she would be a little late, say 7pm. That was fine with me, so I watched a movie to pass time

At 7:15, Muthoni texted me, asking to pick her up at the stage. When I got there, I was impressed with the angelic site was before me. She wore a blue dress that hugged her thick tight and caressed every curve of her like it was her bae. Her ass bounced, as if begging to be pounded from behind. Her boobs were full, just they way they appeared on her pictures. The outline of her areolas and nipples kept staring right back at me. Tempting me to touch them.

“You are really handsome. In fact, you look way hotter in person than you do in your photos.” She complimented me. That wasn’t the first time I had been told such words. Maybe I should stop taking my own photos and hire a photographer. Haha

It was a pleasure walking with Muthoni to my place, especially when I met two of my pals along the way. There’s always that pride that comes with bumping into your buddies whenever you are with a really hot chic. You can see it in their eyes how jealous they are while giving you a standing ovation at the same time.

By the time we set foot at my place, our horniness and thirst for each other had reached it’s peak. We began kissing in the dark, even before I pulled the door keys out of my pocket. We could hear the wind howling from the nearby trees, but that didn’t disrupt our smooches.. We did so for several minutes before we finally got in the house

Her hands couldn’t let go off me as I struggled to lock the door. A maniacal smile kept forming on her cherry red lips. She wanted this writer so bad. Meanwhile, my ‘D’ had already began pitching a tent in my pants.

Muthoni wanted to say something but I didn’t give her time to whisper a word. As her lips opened, mine were there once again, covering them whole as my arms pulled her against within inches of my chest.

My fingers trailed down thighs, stroking her creamy flesh with sensual roughness and replacing the chill of foreboding with hot, wicked lashes of pleasure. She was losing herself in me, I knew I was building the hunger simmering within her to a full, raging blaze and I loved it.

She parted me from my attire in a rush. Nothing was more crucial to her at the moment than feeling my manly body against hers, the warmth of it stroking over the even greater warmth of hers. My t-shirt fell beneath her soft hands and my jeans went the same route seconds later.

Gasping and panting for air, we groped and ripped at every fabric of clothing, panties, shoes, until we were both naked and escorting each other to the bedroom. Slowly, I placed her on the bed, my body coming over her as my lips tore from hers briefly.

Not even a second was misused. I reasserted my claim on her body as i parted her thighs, my ‘D’ pressing into the slick, heated depths of her punani.

I twisted my waist, slamming it against hers, feeling the sugary, tight clasp of her vagina around my throbbing erection, her slick, sharp little nails piercing my flesh in reaction to the penetration.

“I am yours Philip.” She was struggling for breathe, but she couldn’t stop the word being torn from her lips as she stared back at me, amazed by the intensity of my eyes and the swift invasion of my manhood.. My fingers tangled in her hair as my cock surged inside her, fierce, hot, stretching her to her limits as she arched into the thrust.

Muthoni couldn’t break my gaze. I held her trapped, staring into her eyes, breaching her soul with precision even as my iron-hard erection breached the aching depths of her nunu. But I didn’t want her to feel so comfortable. I wanted to keep surprising her. So I lifted her up and placed her ass on the reading table that was just next to my bed.

As I was putting her in place, my hips were drawing back, sending her senses reeling with genuine concern as she arched against me to hold me inside her. I adjusted my body to a comfortable posisiton as i penetrated her again, a fierce, powerful thrust that sent me tunneling to the depths of her womanly offerings

My right hand hand gladly gripped her fine hair, kneading, pulling at the strands and adding another level of sensation to the whole arousal mix. My left hand cupped one of her twins on her chest, lifting it, until my mouth covered her nipple, my tongue flaying it with whiplashing pleasure. I broke through every defense she could muster and left it lying, crumpled at her sexy, glossy feet, as her eager fingers gripped my head and held me firmly to her boob.

I grabbed her hip to hold her still as i slammed inside her like it was a mission, my legs widening, pushing her juicy thighs apart as my cock circled inside her soaked canal.

I rammed against her, with a force that caused her to shiver. There was no slowing down/ With the same velocity, I kept churning, thrusting, stroking inside her as my pelvis rasped against her swollen clit. The sensual stroke and slide, retreat and entrance were driving her completely insane. The pleasure built, layer upon layer of ecstasy, until nothing existed inside her but the need, the hunger clawing at her tummy and in her beautiful soul.

“I am going to faint Phil!” she said, lifting her head, staring at me drowsily, her expression straining as the spiraling intensity of pleasure kept building inside her.

 

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She really was going to faint, so I changed positions and took her back to the bed.

My hand gripped her wrist as her nails dug into my shoulders, before proceeding to slam her hands  to the bed.. Transferring her wrists to one hand, i clamped her firmly to the bed as i gripped her hip once again and held her still beneath me. With the strength of my body i controlled her and she enjoyed it.

I went back in. My cock stroked in and out of her, teasing her clit and making it throb like a ticking bomb. The thrusts were taking her breath, leaving her little oxygen to gasp as boobs began dancing on her chest

“Oh God!” Her eyes flew open as she stared into the ceiling with dazed shock.

The impression of dominant control by me and her own submission threw her mind into a frenzy or confusion. I was a tsunami of sexual power sweeping her little fishing boat of innocence along an irresistible wave.

She was moaning wildly, like a wounded animal. For a moment, it though she wasn’t okay but then she assured me she was.

I slid a finger into her mouth and ordered her to suck it, as i kept ramming hard into her, sending thrilling flames across feminine nerve endings never stroked in such a way before

A second finger joined the first, stretching her mouth wide. Tremors of ecstasy wracked her body and perspiration began to dampen her flesh.

She was moaning past my fingers still, whimpering little sounds of pleasure and pain that stoked my own hunger higher and left her mindless with the need for release at the same time.

Photo credits: B.Fraizer photography

“Your p*ssy is so sweet Muthoni.” I had to tell her. My voice was strained as my fingers fucked her mouth with the same hard rhythm i was setting down there with my cock. The dual penetration was mind numbing, dragging her sensibilities beneath the wake of the pleasure.

Emotions clashed inside her soul, the press of my manhood against her ultra-tight entrance sending streams of sweetness across her nerves. I was serving her the ultimate dominance and trapping her in my world.

I lifted her legs and placed them over my shoulders. With a diabolical rhythm, I kept thrusting.

Sobs of need fell from her lips as tears washed from her eyes. The pleasure was overwhelming; the strength and purpose of me filling her, stimulating her, stealing her mind and her soul, rocked her with a shocking sense of belonging. It’s not always that you see a chic enjoying sex that much before.

She shuddered again and again as something insider her clawed for release. Her body seemed to dissolve.

“I am going to cum.” With a hoarse scream she felt the last of her in-hibitions, the final shield of her defenses, collapse. “I am going to come Philip….i am going to cum.”

The orgasm that exploded inside her was a white-hot cataclysm that burned through her soul. The past was obliterated beneath the pleasure; the future contained nothing but me—my touch, my heavy moans, my teeth at her legs as I naughtily bit her with shocking strength. Seconds before she felt my explosion

The furious blast of my semen filled the condom. Another blinding release tore through her as well, ripping over nerve endings, throwing her higher. As the final shudders rippled through her body and she collapsed beneath me, exhaustion pulled her into a brief period slumber

Muthoni woke up minutes later wanting to eat. She was starving. I brought food to the bed, where we ate playfully. I would pour yoghurt on her neck and watch it trickle down her boobs but then suck it before it all before a drop fell on the bed.

Ten minutes later, we were fucking again. This woman turned me on so much like no other woman had done before

I spread her butt cheeks and entered her from behind. As i stroked inside the tempting little nurse, finding all the delicate little nerve-ridden areas within her soft punani, my hands caressed and petted. They wiped over the sweat-dampened flesh of her ass with pleasure.

My pleasure came from hers, and hers came from mine. Here, the only pain was the agony of need, of hunger that began to fill the air with her rising moans. Her thighs pressed hard against me, pushing my cock farther inside her as i felt the warning ripples of release stroke over me.

Her gasping cries were rising in crescendo as i felt the rippling waves of sensation begin to pulse in my balls. I thought I was going to cum again. Instead i kept moving, sliding inside the rich, hot depths of her cunt as she shuddered beneath me.

She was insensate with pleasure. Her eyes were glazed with it as she turned her head to stare at the champion I was, her body flushed with it and soaked with sweat. Her head twisted on the sheets a second before her breath caught, her body jerking helplessly beneath me as her punani sucked at my ‘D’ before tightening further and letting go the sweet, fiery moisture of release

I began to shaft her furiously, shagging into her with furious strokes until my release whipped through me once again. I held inside her, my semen spurting into the tight channel as i gritted my teeth and pumped against her, determined to wring each ounce of pleasure from the experience.

Inhaling deeply as the final shudders of release vibrated through my muscles, i eased back from her. We both collapsed on the bed and held each other tight. This was only the beginning. For the rest of the night, we would shag each other to soreness from bed, to couc,h to kitchen, bathroom. Deep soreness that lasted for days to come.

 

 

Reminder: I write Etemesi’s Tales every Friday here at Ghafla.

WARNING

EXPLICIT CONTENT: Do Not Read If You Are Holier Than Thou

Remember when I said I wasn’t lucky with nurses? Well, that has changed. I finally met a nurse through Facebook. It started off quite simple. She inboxed me, saying how she would love to meet me. I asked how ‘what for’ and she said she’d love to see the guy behind all those crazy articles. She told me her name was Muthoni and she worked at KNH.

When you are a popular writer, most of your admirers approach you online because that’s the only reliable place where they can find you. So Muthoni and I exchanged contacts and proceeded to chat on Whatsapp. I started by doing a background check on her but it wasn’t long before we would engage in a wild sex chatting spree. It was bound to happen. By the next day, we had set up a shag date for Friday (The 15th) evening.

On that day, I left work at around 4pm and rushed back home to buy some food and wait for her. I didn’t need to give her directions since she was already familiar with my estate. She had pals there. She had assured me that she would be there by 5 pm but after arriving home, she called me to say she would be a little late, say 7pm. That was fine with me, so I watched a movie to pass time

At 7:15, Muthoni texted me, asking to pick her up at the stage. When I got there, I was impressed with the angelic site was before me. She wore a blue dress that hugged her thick tight and caressed every curve of her like it was her bae. Her ass bounced, as if begging to be pounded from behind. Her boobs were full, just they way they appeared on her pictures. The outline of her areolas and nipples kept staring right back at me. Tempting me to touch them.

“You are really handsome. In fact, you look way hotter in person than you do in your photos.” She complimented me. That wasn’t the first time I had been told such words. Maybe I should stop taking my own photos and hire a photographer. Haha

It was a pleasure walking with Muthoni to my place, especially when I met two of my pals along the way. There’s always that pride that comes with bumping into your buddies whenever you are with a really hot chic. You can see it in their eyes how jealous they are while giving you a standing ovation at the same time.

By the time we set foot at my place, our horniness and thirst for each other had reached it’s peak. We began kissing in the dark, even before I pulled the door keys out of my pocket. We could hear the wind howling from the nearby trees, but that didn’t disrupt our smooches.. We did so for several minutes before we finally got in the house

Her hands couldn’t let go off me as I struggled to lock the door. A maniacal smile kept forming on her cherry red lips. She wanted this writer so bad. Meanwhile, my ‘D’ had already began pitching a tent in my pants.

Muthoni wanted to say something but I didn’t give her time to whisper a word. As her lips opened, mine were there once again, covering them whole as my arms pulled her against within inches of my chest.

My fingers trailed down thighs, stroking her creamy flesh with sensual roughness and replacing the chill of foreboding with hot, wicked lashes of pleasure. She was losing herself in me, I knew I was building the hunger simmering within her to a full, raging blaze and I loved it.

She parted me from my attire in a rush. Nothing was more crucial to her at the moment than feeling my manly body against hers, the warmth of it stroking over the even greater warmth of hers. My t-shirt fell beneath her soft hands and my jeans went the same route seconds later.

Gasping and panting for air, we groped and ripped at every fabric of clothing, panties, shoes, until we were both naked and escorting each other to the bedroom. Slowly, I placed her on the bed, my body coming over her as my lips tore from hers briefly.

Not even a second was misused. I reasserted my claim on her body as i parted her thighs, my ‘D’ pressing into the slick, heated depths of her punani.

I twisted my waist, slamming it against hers, feeling the sugary, tight clasp of her vagina around my throbbing erection, her slick, sharp little nails piercing my flesh in reaction to the penetration.

“I am yours Philip.” She was struggling for breathe, but she couldn’t stop the word being torn from her lips as she stared back at me, amazed by the intensity of my eyes and the swift invasion of my manhood.. My fingers tangled in her hair as my cock surged inside her, fierce, hot, stretching her to her limits as she arched into the thrust.

Muthoni couldn’t break my gaze. I held her trapped, staring into her eyes, breaching her soul with precision even as my iron-hard erection breached the aching depths of her nunu. But I didn’t want her to feel so comfortable. I wanted to keep surprising her. So I lifted her up and placed her ass on the reading table that was just next to my bed.

As I was putting her in place, my hips were drawing back, sending her senses reeling with genuine concern as she arched against me to hold me inside her. I adjusted my body to a comfortable posisiton as i penetrated her again, a fierce, powerful thrust that sent me tunneling to the depths of her womanly offerings

My right hand hand gladly gripped her fine hair, kneading, pulling at the strands and adding another level of sensation to the whole arousal mix. My left hand cupped one of her twins on her chest, lifting it, until my mouth covered her nipple, my tongue flaying it with whiplashing pleasure. I broke through every defense she could muster and left it lying, crumpled at her sexy, glossy feet, as her eager fingers gripped my head and held me firmly to her boob.

I grabbed her hip to hold her still as i slammed inside her like it was a mission, my legs widening, pushing her juicy thighs apart as my cock circled inside her soaked canal.

I rammed against her, with a force that caused her to shiver. There was no slowing down/ With the same velocity, I kept churning, thrusting, stroking inside her as my pelvis rasped against her swollen clit. The sensual stroke and slide, retreat and entrance were driving her completely insane. The pleasure built, layer upon layer of ecstasy, until nothing existed inside her but the need, the hunger clawing at her tummy and in her beautiful soul.

“I am going to faint Phil!” she said, lifting her head, staring at me drowsily, her expression straining as the spiraling intensity of pleasure kept building inside her.

 

Continue on the next page

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She really was going to faint, so I changed positions and took her back to the bed.

My hand gripped her wrist as her nails dug into my shoulders, before proceeding to slam her hands  to the bed.. Transferring her wrists to one hand, i clamped her firmly to the bed as i gripped her hip once again and held her still beneath me. With the strength of my body i controlled her and she enjoyed it.

I went back in. My cock stroked in and out of her, teasing her clit and making it throb like a ticking bomb. The thrusts were taking her breath, leaving her little oxygen to gasp as boobs began dancing on her chest

“Oh God!” Her eyes flew open as she stared into the ceiling with dazed shock.

The impression of dominant control by me and her own submission threw her mind into a frenzy or confusion. I was a tsunami of sexual power sweeping her little fishing boat of innocence along an irresistible wave.

She was moaning wildly, like a wounded animal. For a moment, it though she wasn’t okay but then she assured me she was.

I slid a finger into her mouth and ordered her to suck it, as i kept ramming hard into her, sending thrilling flames across feminine nerve endings never stroked in such a way before

A second finger joined the first, stretching her mouth wide. Tremors of ecstasy wracked her body and perspiration began to dampen her flesh.

She was moaning past my fingers still, whimpering little sounds of pleasure and pain that stoked my own hunger higher and left her mindless with the need for release at the same time.

Photo credits: B.Fraizer photography

“Your p*ssy is so sweet Muthoni.” I had to tell her. My voice was strained as my fingers fucked her mouth with the same hard rhythm i was setting down there with my cock. The dual penetration was mind numbing, dragging her sensibilities beneath the wake of the pleasure.

Emotions clashed inside her soul, the press of my manhood against her ultra-tight entrance sending streams of sweetness across her nerves. I was serving her the ultimate dominance and trapping her in my world.

I lifted her legs and placed them over my shoulders. With a diabolical rhythm, I kept thrusting.

Sobs of need fell from her lips as tears washed from her eyes. The pleasure was overwhelming; the strength and purpose of me filling her, stimulating her, stealing her mind and her soul, rocked her with a shocking sense of belonging. It’s not always that you see a chic enjoying sex that much before.

She shuddered again and again as something insider her clawed for release. Her body seemed to dissolve.

“I am going to cum.” With a hoarse scream she felt the last of her in-hibitions, the final shield of her defenses, collapse. “I am going to come Philip….i am going to cum.”

The orgasm that exploded inside her was a white-hot cataclysm that burned through her soul. The past was obliterated beneath the pleasure; the future contained nothing but me—my touch, my heavy moans, my teeth at her legs as I naughtily bit her with shocking strength. Seconds before she felt my explosion

The furious blast of my semen filled the condom. Another blinding release tore through her as well, ripping over nerve endings, throwing her higher. As the final shudders rippled through her body and she collapsed beneath me, exhaustion pulled her into a brief period slumber

Muthoni woke up minutes later wanting to eat. She was starving. I brought food to the bed, where we ate playfully. I would pour yoghurt on her neck and watch it trickle down her boobs but then suck it before it all before a drop fell on the bed.

Ten minutes later, we were fucking again. This woman turned me on so much like no other woman had done before

I spread her butt cheeks and entered her from behind. As i stroked inside the tempting little nurse, finding all the delicate little nerve-ridden areas within her soft punani, my hands caressed and petted. They wiped over the sweat-dampened flesh of her ass with pleasure.

My pleasure came from hers, and hers came from mine. Here, the only pain was the agony of need, of hunger that began to fill the air with her rising moans. Her thighs pressed hard against me, pushing my cock farther inside her as i felt the warning ripples of release stroke over me.

Her gasping cries were rising in crescendo as i felt the rippling waves of sensation begin to pulse in my balls. I thought I was going to cum again. Instead i kept moving, sliding inside the rich, hot depths of her cunt as she shuddered beneath me.

She was insensate with pleasure. Her eyes were glazed with it as she turned her head to stare at the champion I was, her body flushed with it and soaked with sweat. Her head twisted on the sheets a second before her breath caught, her body jerking helplessly beneath me as her punani sucked at my ‘D’ before tightening further and letting go the sweet, fiery moisture of release

I began to shaft her furiously, shagging into her with furious strokes until my release whipped through me once again. I held inside her, my semen spurting into the tight channel as i gritted my teeth and pumped against her, determined to wring each ounce of pleasure from the experience.

Inhaling deeply as the final shudders of release vibrated through my muscles, i eased back from her. We both collapsed on the bed and held each other tight. This was only the beginning. For the rest of the night, we would shag each other to soreness from bed, to couc,h to kitchen, bathroom. Deep soreness that lasted for days to come.

 

 

Reminder: I write Etemesi’s Tales every Friday here at Ghafla.

James Quest has worked with some of the best in the industry including the Daily Nation where he partially covered the Westgate Massacre .He has also worked with Sarabi and Juliani and was the brains behind the EPK Art for ‘SHERIA’ by Sarabi Band ft. Juliani.

That is just a drop in the wide ocean of his photography .Boniface Mwangi who worked with Quest in Pawa 254 wrote this post detailing Quest’s tragic end:

This morning we lost greatness.

For all his faults he was a great man.
He was a good rider.

Riding home at around 1 a.m, he was hit by a car from the back.

He was found 40 metres from the place of impact.

He was a fighter.

He didn’t give up easily and he tried to sit up after falling but succumbed to his injuries.

The police found him in a half-sitting position,

Like he’d been trying to get up when he gave up the spirit.
The driver who hit him didn’t stop, he drove off.

The person may have been drunk.

Kenyans love to drink and drive.

Just look at the parking lot outside of bars.

They’re always full.

Isn’t it time that Alcoblow tests were set up outside of bars?

Most crimes in this country become cold cases the moment they happen.

It’s likely the killer driver will never be caught.

I wonder if those tall poles with expensive cameras work – or are they just scarecrows?

Money meant for a police forensic lab was eaten by a few individuals.

We now know it as Anglo Leasing.

And life goes on…

No, life doesn’t always go on.

James Quest was a good friend. We did many awesome things together.

We were in many WhatsApp groups as creatives, bikers and friends.

We were in one special group called “Mwanaume ni Kujichocha” (A man is all about self-motivation).

We would roast each other.

All of us in that group had a common bond.

We travelled together for a month to shoot the Diaper Mentality photos.

If we got into trouble while with him, we trusted him to handle the issue on our behalf.

He was a Peacemaker. He was Mr. Fix it for most of us.

On a good day, James Quest would get you anything you wanted. He could move mountains. He made magic happen.

He was Pawa254’s first member when we opened in 2011. We
didn’t have chairs, so he brought his.

He was there when we did vulture graffiti in 2012. We worked at night to avoid arrests.

I was so busy that on my wedding anniversary in 2012, Quest turned our office garden into a restaurant.

He took me downstairs to show me a surprise.

It was my wife all dressed up.

Quest was our host and waiter. He served us pizza with so much love and enthusiasm.

My 2012 wedding anniversary is special and will remain memorable because of Quest.

He was our supply line during protests, bringing us water and alerting us if there was ever any trouble.

Every time l was arrested, l was certain of the one face I would see waiting outside upon my release: James Quest

He was family. He was there for my wife and kids.

He was there for the artists and biking community.

He ran the bikers’ database and was the person you
called after an accident.

He was our 911.

He was a good friend to many of us. If a biker fell, Quest would be the first one on the scene.

This week, we were together till late after a lady biker fell.

As usual Quest surfaced without fail; it was the first time I had seen him
this year. Quest was there when everything was happening. He would always
disappeared when things got boring and show up during action time.

Last evening he showed up at my office.

l was upset that the KDF Heroes’ Vigil preps weren’t going according to plan and l was on the phone complaining.

Quest, as usual, asked if there was anything he could do to help.

I didn’t give him a hug or even a handshake.

I just said hi and we spoke about things we are supposed to do this weekend.

I regret that.

He had come from a Recce for a music video we are shooting this weekend. He was meant to come to the KDF Heroes Vigil but decided to first go to Mombasa Road and meet me there.

He didn’t make it to the vigil.

At 3 a.m l got a phone call.

It’s never a good thing when a biker friend calls you at night.

The biker said “It’s Quest.”

He paused to give me time to process and told me what l didn’t want to hear.

“He is gone.”

I still can’t believe it. I wish l had hugged him or shook his hand last night but
l was so caught up in my issues that l went straight to business.

He came to say goodbye and I ignored him.

We met Quest’s parents this morning – his mother said “He was a good
son. l will miss him.”

His dad spoke about how his son has finished the race well. He had a great relationship with his parents.

Yes he did, he lived his life to the fullest.

As we left his parents’ house, his father told us “Be careful, we live in a dangerous country where people don’t follow the law.”

I hope the killer driver gets caught. If you witnessed an accident on
Waiyaki Way around 1 a.m, opposite Safaricom House, PLEASE inbox me.

Fare thee well brother. Ride with the Angels. We shall join you hopefully not so soon. Your life was cut short too soon but your deeds will outlive you.

You were greatness.

PS: Tell those who you care about how you feel now. Life can be brutal
sometimes and you might never get a chance to say goodbye.

It seem like there is no stopping this Chocolate City music diva, the world is hers and she is out to take it.

Victoria Kimani recently released a brand new single titled ‘Booty Bounce’, a song that was called a ‘game changer’ by various music pundits in and outside Africa.

But she is not stopping there; Victoria Kimani donned booty shorts and a blazer for her 2016 single ‘All The Way’ featuring Khuli Chana. A song that is sampled from Angelique Kidjo’s ‘Wombo Lombo ‘ and Victoria Kimani’s rendition for the song would definitely make the Queen of Africa’s music Angelique proud.

Check it out below.

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The thirst is real and now it’s obvious brothers from Mount Kenya and Lake Victoria region have the biggest shares in Team Mafisi Sacco.

Some Ethiopian mommy is making Team Mafisi seat with their legs crossed. Ninjas couldn’t help hold their saliva back when they stared at the yummy yellow yellow thighs of a drop dead beautiful Ethiopian chick.

Apparently the Ethiopian lady is the CEO of some dope restaurant in the CBD dubbed Cambia Lounge which is located behind Laico Regency at Utalii House ground floor.

So the joint was advertising the food it offers and it shared photos of the CEO and her presumably female colleagues.

The ladies rocked skimpy outfits which left big chunk of their skins exposed. And brothers noticed the yellow skin being paraded for them.

 

Majority of those who reacted to the photos their names betrayed them; kina Omondi and Njoroge:

Owino Kevin: Am i allowed to drink with the c.e.o on the same table..??

Gerald Gatheru Githinji: Asking for team mafisi. In the first photo, are they the waiters?

Henry ‘Coco’ Njoroge: Wow I wil be coming thea

Dan De Lonzoh: Congratulations guys you are all smart!!! Ladies hahaha………haaaa. At my dress my choice!!! Tuone mapaja!!!! Sisemi ki2.

Ndegwa Muchoki: Hey you,you with a nice ka-dress there,can you contact me please if u noh mind ju we ndio size ya me

Joel Oyieko: Wanted to come but naogopa jeans yangu itararuliwa kama ya huyo dem

Lyne Richards: Mfunge kwanza…mtafungua DEC.January tunalipa fee

Calvince Clain: Yep…..that’s my hang out see you there…

Benjamin Okola: Do you offer massage services and extras

Ndegwa Muchoki: And seriously am not from this ‘team Mafisi’

Humphrey Njoroge: For free or for the price of an arm and a leg?

Joseph Muthama: do we have Ethiopian beauties there?

Robert Gamoing: Those legs r appetising

David Muku: where are u located

Kennedy Macawino: Hawa wanawake wako kila siku? Ama ni ya advert tu?

Peter Ngalla: mwaaaaaaaaest

Job Mwene: nitapata hao madem hapo?

Peterson Add Queens: Hao ma’ Dames na vile wameishiwa na nguo,!!!!

June Wa Maryann Wanyonyi: Natafuta sponsor wakunipeleka

Borbor Golo: Tutakum.na ninyi mtungoje pale pale

Harry Langat: huyo ceo wenu ni kama hiyo chakula yenu

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High school can be fun and you can get to learn a lot about yourself and delve into your interests, but for some people, high school is a living nightmare.

This is because of high school bullies, and if you have been bullied, you know how nasty teenagers can get.

Some high school bullies were caught on camera repeatedly slapping and punching their schoolmate in a dormitory and you can hear her muffled cry for help after the girl pounced on her and attacked her like a wild animal.

Instead of breaking up the fight students just stood by while another one took out her cell phone and recorded the whole incident which you can watch below:

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Drunk drivers are continuing to rob the lives of innocent motorists every day and it’s funny how they get away with these murders. Boniface Mwangi is bereaved!

In December last year, Robert Alai, lost his brother Tom Alai in a hit and run accident along Waiyaki Way. Alai took it upon himself to find the runaway killers and he successfully traced them.

Rights Activist Boniface Mwangi too lost a friend in similar way, and surprisingly along the same Waiyaki Way. Boniface’s buddy, James Quest, was killed by a runaway driver as he was riding to Mombasa to meet the Rights Activist.

Boniface says he was organizing a vigil for dead KDF soldiers alongside his friend Quest who was riding to Mombasa to meet him when he met his end.

The driver that hit his motorbike didn’t stop to check on him after the accident. It’s for this reason that Boniface issued a plea to the public to help him track the killer driver.

“I hope the killer driver gets caught. If you witnessed an accident on Waiyaki Way around 1 a.m, opposite Safaricom House, PLEASE inbox me. Fare thee well brother. Ride with the Angels. We shall join you hopefully not so soon. Your life was cut short too soon but your deeds will outlive you. You were greatness.” Wrote Boniface in part.

Kenyans have been grumbling about the President’s conspicuous absence at Wilson Airport to receive fallen and injured KDF soldiers returning from Somalia. State House has now responded.

Defence Cabinet Secretary Raychelle Omamo has been wagging on people’s tongues following her admired show of compassion to soldiers returning from Somalia.

President Uhuru on the other hand has been strongly criticized for missing in action at Wilson Airport with critics arguing he overlooked KDF tragedy to focus on wooing Coastal people, who are deemed to be inclined to opposition, into his pouch.

State House spokesperson Manoah Esipisu yesterday came out to shed light why the head of state didn’t cut short his trip to the Coast to attend to a national tragedy.

Manoah says the President’s engagement in the ceremony at Wilson Airport would have given the Al-Shabaab militants attention.

Addressing members of the fourth estate at State House Mombasa, Manoah said if the president attended the ceremony Al Shabaab militants would celebrate their hideous acts and that would demoralize KDF soldiers who are in a state of combat.

Credit: Daily Nation

Diamond Platinumz has to be the most influential artist in this region. Gone are the days he would have to rely on collaborations with the likes of Davido to increase his reach as he has now surpassed such artistes in the continent as attested by the awards he garnered last year.

However, it is his ability to widen an artistes audience and popularity that is a bigger measure of his influence. Prior to her ‘Sweet Love’ song in which she featured the Bongo icon, Akothee was known more for her lifestyle than music and quite unheard of outside Kenya.

However, after that collaboration suddenly all doors have been opened and while not downplaying her efforts in the song nor her smarts to choose Diamond, much of this is all down to what you can can call the Diamond Effect. Not only has the song been on a constant replay, it has hit 220k views in just two weeks and now, it has even gone to MTV Base as they feature and play it. Talk of going continental!

 

Gospel artist, Bahati, has quit music intimating that his life is in danger and the only thing left for him is lying low.

In an interview with the pulse magazine, Bahati adressed the reasons as to why he had gone missing to an extent of even deleting all media from his social media accounts.

“I have decided to quit gospel music for now. I have decided to follow my heart. Gospel artistes, my very brothers, have been meeting secretly and plotting my downfall. I have so much pain in my heart. It is not worth being in the gospel industry now ” Bahati said.

This comes a few days after it was widely reported in the tabloids that the whole gospel fraternity had ganged against the ‘Barua’ singer in a bid to finish him off.

Offering his next course of action, Bahati says that he intends to lie low for now as the hatred towards him from people he considered his brothers is beyond shocking.

“At this rate, this hate will even get me killed. If they can even go to an extent of looking for my relatives and other people close to me to bribe them and have them cook lies about me, then aren’t they ready to do anything to finish me,” Said the singer

We shall keep you posted on more details of the story as soon as they come up.

Article credits| Pulse 

It was billed as the biggest TV showdown pitting up two of the most outspoken, moneyed and quite controversial lawyers, Ahmednasir Abdullahi aka The Grandmullah and Donald Kipkorir aka The Don.

The two had a mini face off online and then went on for the face off on Jeff Koinange Live. However, it ended up disappointing thanks to one of the interviewees, Donald Kipkorir. He was making a return to live TV interview after 20 years out and this was such a poor return.

Such was his performance even the blackout did not cover it up, thanks to what many on twitter called poor delivery, jungled up thinking and a specialty in being a keyboard warrior. Even the Don himself accepted his sub-par performance and this is what he said on his social media accounts:

“Last night, I appeared on ‪#‎JKL‬ Live on KTN for debate with my friend Ahmednasir Abdullahi, moderated by Jeff Koinange… It was my first time on tv debate and the only second time appearing on TV after twenty years. I realized that tv debate in Kenya isn’t meant to make cogent and foundational arguments as time isn’t provided for. The show doesn’t provide time for one to develop an argument. As a lawyer, every conclusion must be based on empirical facts and evidence (ratio decidendi) .. TV shows want conclusions without a road map; without foundational basis. We cannot deal with al Shabaab unless we know their religious underpinnings; we cannot fight corruption unless we deal with root causes and solutions et al. People like brawling on tv that is devoid on intellectual debate. I take consolation that people like Franklin D Roosevelt, America’s greatest President hardly appeared on tv. Others like Tiger Woods, Warren Buffet and Julia Roberts are very successful though they have fear of and don’t appear on tv talk shows because of tv shows formats . Yesterday was my first and last time on tv show and any media interview. Let tv shows be left to people who can shout or raise voices. We are all gifted differently, and appearing on tv is not one of mine. Let me practice my law outside the media.”

 

I guess this is just a tale of someone sticking to their lane. Here is the interview

 

 

The Nation media group is no doubt quite a large behemoth not just as East Africa’s largest media house but also one of the biggest corporate organizations in the region both in terms of manpower and revenues.

It is thus expected any change or uncertainty about it creates a buzz. One such incident is the sensational sacking of its editor Denis Galava. This following the quitting of Gaddo and John Allan Namu cast a shadow over the independence of the media company.

Yesterday, a staff meeting presided by the CEO Joe Muganda saw quite a number of the staff missing in protest over the sacking of the editor an issue that appears to have affected Nation’s image even internally with some leading figures like Larry Madowo criticizing the action in stern terms.

That however is not he only issue. Certain matters seen as tradition in the media house have also been skipped. First being the end year party which the company did not hold last year.

There will also be no bonuses to the staff following a poor financial run and this will mark the second time running the NMG staff go without a bonus as the company profits fell by 130 million.

Such matters have created discontent among the journalists while also affecting the public confidence in the media house. It proves to be a challenge the new CEO will have to grapple with to avoid a full blown crisis.

Source: Business Today

It is quite a morning, waking up to find KOT baying for someone’s head, in this case the head of Dr. Ben Chumo the CEO KPLC. His mistake by commission or omission according to KOT saw much of Nairobi experience a blackout for more than two hours yesterday.

I am sure he is not answering to good morning greetings with a smile. Other news make headlines too as people continue bashing the all white Oscars, and preparing for the Sportpesa Festival. One good thing though, it is just one more week before you say bye to Njaanuary blues. Here are the top ten stories trending today you should be in the loop about.

1#Kamenuka! Diamond Platnumz Speaks Up after the Infamous Fight between Wema Sepetu and Zari Hassan

2#Top 10 Gay Celebrities In Kenya Named… Number 2 Shocked Everyone (Photos)

3#“It Is A Shame. Worst Decision I have Ever Seen In My Life! Larry Madowo Disagrees With His Bosses Again.

4#The Baby Daddy To Citizen TV’s Terryanne Chebet Unveiled (Photos)

5#“You Such A F**k Boy” Lucky Girl Escapes Willy Paul’s Late Night ‘Bible Study’ Aka Night Drill To Expose His Hyenaness (Photos)

6#Sad Story! KDF Soldier Arriving From Somalia Murdered In Suspected Love Triangle, Wife Taken For Examination Of Any Intimate Contact With Suspect

7#Here Are 10 SHOCKING Ways Raila Odinga Is Just Like Donald Trump. Number 7 Is A Fact. Wow!

8#John Allan Namu Ominous Warning After The Sacking of Nation’s Editor Galava

9#“May Her Punani Be Eaten Up By Cockroaches!” Kenyans Curse Soldier’s Wife Following the Murder of KDF Soldier Caught up in Dangerous Love Triangle

10#Media-Shy Billionaire Accuses An Official In DP Ruto’s Camp Of Drugging His Watchmen With Biscuits That Made Them Have Stubborn Erection For Hours (Photos)

What’s it with celebrities ‘attacking’ their current and former employers?? Abel Mutua has joined that bandwagon.

The firing of former Daily Nation Editor, Dennis Galava, irked NTV anchor, Larry Madowo, and he decided to speak his mind.

Larry publicly made it known his boss made the most ridiculous decision by firing Galava over his hard hitting piece on president Uhuru.

Also See: “It Is A Shame. Worst Decision I have Ever Seen In My Life! Larry Madowo Disagrees With His Bosses Again.

And now ex Tahidi high actor, Abel Mutua, is also throwing shade at Tahidi High, a program that made him a celebrity.

There has been an unending debate as to when curtains will come down on Tahidi High. Freddy, as Abel Mutua was known on the Citizen TV Show, added fuel to this debate.

“Walahi Hii Jan Ni kama Tahidi. Iko season 40 na bado haionyeshi dalili Ya kuisha.” Freddy tweeted tagging ex Tahidi High Melvin aka Phil Karanja.

No jail is enough to tame Robert Alai, if December 2014 incident wasn’t lesson enough for him then Alai nothing can stop him from speaking his mind.

Controversial blogger, Robert Alai, has fired a nuclear weapon towards State House. You would think Alai would refrain from such kind of assaults after he was arrested for peeing on the presidency in 2014 but then again Alai is at it!

Also See: Robert Alai Has Been Arrested!’ For What?? For Publicly Sharing Uhuru Kenyatta’s Phone Number?! Oh,Please! You Must Be Kidding Me!

Alai is once again firing salvos at the head of state basing his attack on the tragedy that befell Kenya Defence Force (KDF) soldiers in Somalia.

Alai is raged by what he terms as President Uhuru’s attempt to gag the public from asking questions about the Al Shabaab attack on KDF.

Below is the lengthy rant Alai penned:

Uhuru You Are A Huge Insult to Our Men and Women in Uniform

Uhuru Kenyatta must not be allowed to gag us from asking the tough questions over the attack of KDF in Somalia. Nobody won their freedom by singing Yes We Can or We Are One. People won their freedoms by taking lessons in kung fu, guerilla warfare, civil disobedience and resisting self censorship. Most of my friends and even enemies in the uniformed formations know how much I value their sacrifice to sevure us. I value that Prison, Police, Army, Forest or Wildlife protection officer. It is a duty which no amount of money can compensate. It is a sacrifice.

When Al-Shabab (with support from ISIS) attacks and kill hundreds of our soldiers in a foreign country, how is it that the President is so comfortable that he goes on to open cattle dips and sneaks out of Mombasa fore disco in Kigali at night and back in the morning? Who excuses this?

Strong countries value the lives of their citizens. There is a gap in the recommended ratio of security officers to civilians in Kenya. That’s why Obama has appeared at the army bases in USA to personally welcome and salute the bodies of the fallen soldiers. This is a duty which cannot be delegated. Uhuru is the commander of the uniformed formations. Why send a clueless cigar smoking socialite like Rachel Omamo to urinate over the bodies of our soldiers? What is Uhuru taking our soldiers for? Rats who can just die because they are meant to die anyway?

Do you remember the image of vultures feeding over the bodies of our police officers in Baragoi? Do you remember the scene at Suguta Valley? Do you know that Uhuru has not visited Garissa since the Garissa Attack? Do you know that an ace (spectacular combat craft pilot) was downed in Somalia and cut to pieces by Al-Shabaab and we have not heard from the government about that?

Do you know that Uhuru was not confident in visiting Westgate after attack and later after re-opening but had to sneak-in in a way that his PR goons called “surprise shopping evening.” In fact, Uhuru bought an APC to be moving around in the country and only ditched it when the public threw the eggs on his face. He looked stupid and bowed in cowardice ditching his most obvious symbol of failure.

The EU and USA have contributed a lot of resources in supporting the AU troops in Somalia. I have seen a report detailing the expenditure of the 865 million Euros from EU. I have seen what they call $1,020 stipend to each troop. I am not convinced by many facets of the report. It’s all PR but it clearly points to a lucrative business in Somalia benefiting only top Jubilee leaders and some military commanders. The junior soldier is getting only “ng’injo.”

Like Hamza Mohamed quips on FB;

“AMISOM spent more than $1 billion dollars in nine years to fight al-Shabaab – a rebel group of not more than 6,000 fighters.

The wage bill alone for their 22,126 foot soldiers stands at a staggering $22.7 million a month. This figure excludes food, fuel, medical costs e.t.c

Yet the Somali president cannot travel by road to Afgoye (30km outside Mogadishu) because of al-Shabaab threat.”

What kind a commander in chief is this? A diaper wearing sissy? I am really tired of this kalongolongo and would not fear calling it so. I am not duty bound to be a PR churning blogger. I demand that President Uhuru highly respects the men and women in uniform, dead or alive. Red mouther socialites must be kept away from the podium where men in uniform are being honoured.

The PAINFUL, BLUNT and UNCOMFORTABLE truth will be told whether it is a song or a needle to Uhuru’s ears.

God bless and protect all our men and women in uniform. Salute!!!

Sheila Wetangula’s claim to fame was because she was allegedly related to Moses Wetangula, she was said to be her daughter to the CORD co-principal and Bungoma Senator.

Whether she is related to the senator or not is unclear since the senator like to keep his family life away from the prying eyes. Either way, one thing is for sure the Kenyan diva based in Stockholm Sweden has become popular because of her last name.

 

The mother of one was recently at K1 clubhouse here she revealed that she had been robbed while she was there.

‘Hey was robbed yesterday at k1 just in case you can’t find me on phone will have my number back and phone when I get to Stockholm.’ She wrote.

When a person takes shots at a man’s manhood many of them react angrily. But not BBA winner Idris Sultan.

When an Instagram user decided to poke fun at his supposed erectile dysfunction, Idris response was so epic that it won him approval from all corners.

You just don’t come for Idris

Ciku Muiruri appears either bored to hell by Denis Galava’s announcement of his sacking or she is just celebrating his sack.

Having earlier questioned whether Galava was just dismissed for the editorial alone, she decided to do quite a full rant on the whole issue. Ciku first decided to remind everyone of her own experience where she was fired for writing an expose on a director’s  side dish. She also took time to advise Galava on what to do and criticized him for going to tweet on his predicament. Here is the full extent of her beef and rant.

A number gay celebrities are comfortable being open with their sexualities but many others are still hiding in the closet.

Homophobia is the main reason why gays are afraid to come clean of their sexuality, the fear of stigmatization scares the living day lights out of them. Kenyan constitution also prohibits same sex relationships.

Even so, the likes of Joji Baro and celebrated author Binyavanga Wainaina, are not afraid of rocking ladies’ clothes and making themselves look like women.

Binyavanga Wainaina rocks ladies’ clothes

Joji Baro makes himself look like a lady

Anyway, popular weekly newspaper, Weekly Citizen, published names and photos of Kenyans newsmakers who it alleges are top in the list of homosexuals.

That was in May last year, today being Throwback Thursday (TBT) we decided to shed light on the incident that shook the country to its roots.

Number two on the Weekly Citizen newspaper was a shocker, no one in their wildest imaginations could have thought John Githongo, the man who blew the whistle on Anglo-leasing scandal, could be gay.

But Weekly Citizen listed him among other popular figures said to be gay. See the list below:

1.Makau Mutua

2.John Githongo

3.Bruce Mckenzie

4.Maina Kageni

5.Binyavanga

6.Raj Devani

7.George Baro

8.David Kuria

9.Eric Gitari

10.Dennis Nzioka

Citizen TV’s Terryanne Chebet is a proud mother of a 9-year-old beautiful daughter Imani. The Citizen TV anchor is always seen with her daughter at various functions in photos she occasionally uploads on social media.

That begged the question who Imani’s dad is. Terryanne has never introduced the baby daddy to her daughter.

One George Kirumburu Ng’ang’a is said to have fathered a child with the Citizen TV business anchor. Goeorge is an actor who doubles up as a producer, and his work can be seen in The Constant Gardener and XYZ Show.

Terryanne is said to have met George while working at the national broadcaster, KBC where she used to work before landing lucrative a job in another media house.

Unconfirmed sources say Terryanne broke up with George and they are no longer in good terms.

Credit: Nairobi Wire

He is not the kind of person to make the news for all the wrong reasons but an announcement he made today had him labeled as the ‘enemy of the people’

Speaking at a press conference yesterday as the chairman of Kenya Film Classification Board, Bishop Jackson expressed concern that Netflix was showing some films/series that may be inappropriate for underage people.

“Some of the movies sampled from the network have ratings of suitability for 13-year children, yet they contain classifiable elements such as extreme violence, nudity, promotion of irresponsible sexual behavior, inappropriate language and drug abuse.” He said adding that the content on Netflix “attacks the very foundation of the country’s national values.”

‘As a progressive country, we cannot afford to be passive recipient of foreign content that could corrupt the moral values of our children and compromise our national security. If such content is allowed without scrutiny by our regulatory standards, the country is bound to open a floodgate for extremist and radicalizing content, particularly within View-on-Demand and Pay platforms.’ he said.

Bishop Kosgei speaking at the event

An announcement that irked many Facebook users who felt that the KFCB was becoming too much. Here are some of the reactions to the announcement:

Fred Heisenberg: Are you saying you want to regulate the internet? Is there even a law for that? When you say …. “cultural” and “moral” grounds…. Have you sorted out the corruption allegations at KFCB yourselves…? Do you have the personnel or the equipment to review Netflix’s database of movies and documentaries…. Or you are just making noise for a useless cause?

Munene Ngati Ng’ang’a: Which content on Netflix is radicalising people or is extremist?
If we are a progressive country as stated by one your members, should we censor works of art? Aren’t we adults who can decide for ourselves what we want to watch?

P Chiira Maina: A firm reminder that sites like PornHub (http://pornhub.com), tumblr (http://tumblr.com), Reddit (http://reddit.com) and others that host much more nudity and in some cases, violence have not been regulated. And they do offer video services. Why is this board so concerned with Netflix? Rumour is that the board is interested in bribes. How do Kenyans benefit if you regulate just one site while the silly caveats that you will put in place can be circumvented by anyone with a working knowledge of computers and the Internet?

While others felt that this was a good move by KFCB:

Sandy Nyandusi Lastborn:Go…go GO ON kfcb… nice job! They must be regulated because this country has a gava. This country is not a dumping site for European rejects of content! We have a saying about it: when a madman walks naked it is his kinsmen who feel the same. If Netflix has no shame showing our children pornography we are concerned and we too feel the shame. AAAI Wakwende!

Mellissa Banda: Great move there! hatutaki pornographic content here, for the sake of children and youth. I like Netflix, though. I really hope they will comply. it’s not a big deal.

After cruel taunts from fellow celebrities, exes  and fans on social media, it seems that Diamond has had enough of all the garbage and has broken his silence.

For the first time ever Diamond has addressed rumors that Tiffah is not his daughter and calls by the public and Wema Sepetu for a DNA test to be performed on Tiffah.

See Also:Matusi Wanayo Kweli! Zari and Wema Sepetu’s Rivalry over Diamond Gets Really Ugly as Zari Takes Shots at Wema’s Inability To Conceive

Diamond says that people should just leave his baby alone and to stop trying to garner attention by taking shots at the infant. “Leave my baby alone, I’m the baby’s father, I should be the one asking for a DNA test… People should use their time to develop themselves instead of taking shots at my kid. Some of you are taking shots at Tiffah and she probably has more money than those who take shots at her. She could be more successful than all of you haters” he revealed to Millard Ayo on a radio interview.

In regards to people bashing him over dating an older woman Diamond said that Zari was his choice, and if you looked at her, it’s easy to see that she is hotter and younger than even people who do not have kids. “

Watch the rest of the interview below:

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Former Devolution Cabinet Secretary, Anne Waiguru, has decided to hit back at those who are ‘responsible’ for her downfall.

Waiguru stepped down following persistent pressure from the opposition and other entities that desperately wanted her out.

Apparently the ex Devolution CS was utilizing her time after resigning, to strategize on plans to make those who mauled her reputation pay for their sins.

The first victims of Waiguru’s pursuit for vengeance are Kakamega Senator Boni Khalwale and his Machakos counterpart Johnson Muthama.

Waiguru filed court papers yesterday suing the two Senators for implying the President had given her Kes 25 billion when teaching in public schools had been paralyzed by striking teachers who demanded pay hike.

But that’s not all, remember the infamous statement that Muthama made during Cord rally at Uhuru Park last year on September?

For starters, Muthama intimated the ex devolution CS was the President’s side dish. And now Waiguru wants him to pay for his defamatory utterances.

The former Devolution CS says the Senator portrayed her as corrupt, unfit for public office and a woman of loose morals.

Credit: Daily Nation

Anto Neo Soul is known for his unique and lovable sound that has made him instantly recognizable and dearly loved both in the music and radio scene.

The reputable radio presenter and musician has now revealed that he now is looking for a woman to marry but not one form Nairobi.

Anto who claims is a good cook told Inooro TV that “I don’t have a family but I’m looking for a girl to marry but not a Nairobi girl. I want a girl from home, that is a girl from Kiambu, Nyeri, Karatina or Kerugoya, a woman who knows how to cook and is well behaved

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Alaine Laughton last came to Kenya in 2014 and she cultivated a good relationship with the country. It’s not as if she’s coming back soon but she has attracted the attention of Kenyans all over sudden.

I remember Alaine’s last visit to Kenya like it was just the other day. The Jamaican songbird made ‘Wafula’ so famous during her visit to the 254.

Also Read: This is Why the Tag “Wafula” is Trending on Twitter

Well, Alaine still has Kenya’s interest at heart, this manifested when Kenya Defence Force (KDF) soldiers were ambushed by Al Shabaab.

The Jamaican was the first international artist to express her since condolences to the families of KDF soldiers who were affected by the tragedy.

“God bless Kenya. Condolences to all the families directly affected by this atrocity. #Restinpeaceandlove #KDF #salutetoallthefallensoldiers #63isnotjustanumber #weareone” Wrote Alaine.

Her message touched Kenyans who couldn’t thank her enough for mourning with the country:

@lucasmash_: @alainesinga tunakupenda. Thank you for mourning with us

@iamoumahjohnpaul: Thanks @alainesinga God bless you!

@jush86: Thank you @alainesinga much love!

@e_dyddaz1: Thank you @alainesinga .We really appreciate and thanks for the love.Tunakupenda pia.

@kelvin_simeon: Thank you @alainesinga we shall overcome the evil intentions of our enemies #TunakupendaPia

@sharon_wambui_:Thanks sana

@michacimel_ivanovic_waturu: alaine we love you

@nathankariuki: Too bad to us, thanks for solidarity against peace haters!!!

@sam_mithae: Thxs for alaine for showing love to our soldiers

@ozitas: Thank you. Pls relocate to Kenya

@kevosty: Thanks ..for praying to 254 and the fallen soldiers @alainesinga