Bett Kipkirui

24/11/2025

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22/11/2025

Btw Mangwana alitubeba ufala hapa.... imagine yeye hakuoa😄

01/11/2025

The world outside is asleep. Every street, every light, every sound — quiet. But here I am, awake, my mind buzzing like a transformer about to trip. Two weeks ago, I thought I was fine. She laughed at my jokes, we shared stories, little moments that felt like sparks. Nothing serious — just words, just smiles. But tonight… tonight it all feels like a cruel reminder that love never seems to stick to me.

I stare at the ceiling, tracing cracks, imagining paths that never existed. Depressed. Rejected. Overthinking everything I’ve ever done. Stress coils in my chest like live wires. And all I can think is… why me? Why do I keep loving and getting nothing in return? What did I do to deserve nights like this, filled with silence and shadows?

I’ve given my heart freely, unguarded, like I give my work — my hands fixing sockets, switches, and circuits. But unlike my wires, my heart doesn’t respond the way I want it to. It hums, it sparks, it leaks electricity I can’t control. And maybe that’s the problem. Maybe I love too much. Maybe I am just too much for the kind of love the world offers.

I imagine a woman — someone’s daughter — the kind who doesn’t flee when I show my scars, when I show my fear. Someone who calls me hers, not just for a moment, not just for a story, but for *real*. Someone who stays when the lights go out, who holds my silence as tenderly as she would hold my words. Someone who doesn’t make me question if I’m enough because she simply knows I am.

Tonight, I let the pain sit with me. I won’t hide it. I let the memories, the “almost-loves,” the disappointments, drift around me. Because even in this loneliness, I feel a small spark — fragile, but alive — whispering that maybe, just maybe, I *do* deserve real love.

I keep thinking about the future, about that day when someone will see me — all of me, broken and whole — and decide to stay. That day, maybe, I’ll finally sleep at night without questions rattling my chest. But until then… I stay awake, I feel, I write, I survive. Because this… this is the life of a man who loves too deeply, waits too long, and still believes.

30/09/2025

we make it clean and neat.....
hatuchezei kazi....I love what I do and do what I love 😊

09/09/2025

Bett had always believed love was too sacred to be treated like a gamble. He thought of himself as a man of reason, someone who wanted certainty rather than chance. Yet life, with its playful sense of humor, carried irony in his very name—Bett.

Everything changed when he met Purii Kakuu . She wasn’t loud, she wasn’t trying to impress anyone, yet she carried an aura that silenced his storms. Her laughter was soft, her presence steady, and her eyes seemed to hold the kind of peace that every man longs to come home to.

One quiet evening, as the sky melted into shades of gold and purple, Bett decided to speak. They sat close, the silence between them filled with unspoken words. He turned to her and said, half smiling, half serious,

“I don’t like to bet… but because I’m Bett, and you’re pert, I’m forced to bet.”

Purity raised her brows slightly, curious, her lips forming the beginning of a smile. Bett’s gaze didn’t waver.

“I bet on us,” he continued softly. “I bet that you’re the best, the one I want to be my last. I don’t want lust—it fades too fast. What I want is to show you what love truly does.”

For a moment, neither of them moved. The words hung in the air, honest and raw. Bett leaned forward, his voice gentler now.

“I may not be the best man in the world,” he admitted, “but I’ll try my best every single day. I want us to wander through new places, to leave our footprints where only memories can find them. I want us to live for adventure and still come back home grateful for the beauty of life. Our candle—our love—won’t go off easily, because it will be guarded daily, not by chance, but by choice. And in the quiet of every night, I want nothing more than to hold you close.”

Purity’s eyes softened. She didn’t rush to speak. Instead, she leaned her head gently on his shoulder, letting silence carry the weight of her answer. Bett felt her warmth against him, and in that simple gesture, he knew—his bet had already been won.

That evening wasn’t about chance. It was about certainty. And for Bett and Purity, certainty was love—steady, enduring, and quietly unshakable.

24/08/2025

⚽️ A Night to Remember – The Full Story

I remember vividly as if it was yesterday. It was the night of **16th March 2019, 2300hrs.** My boy **Cruz Benard Ruto** came requesting me to accompany him to watch a football match, PSG vs Manchester United, at one of the halls in the center. I was reluctant at first, tired from the day’s hustle, but against my instincts I agreed to go.

Earlier that evening it had rained heavily, but luckily the power never went off. The hall was packed, fans buzzing with excitement. Just 2 minutes into the game **Romelu Lukaku** scored for Manchester United and the hall erupted with noise. At the 12th minute, **Bernat** equalized for PSG. Football lovers, especially United fans, know better how that night unfolded.

At half time, while we were busy analyzing the game, the unexpected happened. Two armed officers stormed into the hall while others surrounded it from outside. My friends on the front bench were ordered to walk out, and eventually it was my turn. Trembling, I tried to sweet-talk the officer, but nothing came from my mouth—my tongue failed me. To cut the long story short, **nililala ndani.**

My friend Cruz, on the other hand, managed to sweet-talk his way out and was released. As for me, it was my first time inside, and what happened that night remains a secret to this day. The following morning, I returned home, only to be welcomed by endless laughter from my younger cousin and my brother **MC Chacha.** They could not stop laughing at me, especially because I came back without hair.

When I finally stepped out that morning, the sun hit different—not because of freedom, but because my head felt like it had been introduced to the world without permission. Inside that cold cell, one officer decided my hair was not part of the uniform of the night. With no barber’s chair, no mirror, and no “how do you want it cut?”—my head was forcefully baptized by blunt clippers.

The style? Unknown in any catalog. Somewhere between “bald eagle” and “unfinished construction site.” When I walked back home, my cousin and brother spotted me. First silence, then unstoppable laughter that shook the compound.
“Chief, ulikuwa kwa game au kwa military training?” they teased.

For days, my friends gave me nicknames:
“G.I. Joe,”
“Prison Break,”
and the most painful one—
“Bald Lukaku.”
Even Cruz, the same guy who escaped, couldn’t resist the jokes.

But deep inside, I learned to laugh with them. Because sometimes, hair grows back, but stories like this remain forever. And to this day, whenever I pass a barber shop, I remember the night football, police, and fate teamed up to give me the most unforgettable haircut of my life.

20/08/2025

The sheep is always afraid to be aleaten by the wolf only to be eaten by the shepherd 😏

20/08/2025

Shout out to my newest followers! Excited to have you onboard! Peter Njoroge, Josy Kirui, Evan Jirie, Mutai David, Mamake Elsie, Gulbaj Khan Gulbaj Khan, Joshua Patient, Ringoi Kiboss, Mwanatena Omengo, Kipkor M Junior, W***y Mpole

01/08/2025

In the noise of the world, you are my peace,
A gentle breeze, where all worries cease.
Purity—your name, your soul, your light,
In your smile, the day turns bright. ☀️🌸

You walk with grace, unshaken and true,
My heart found home the day I met you.
No makeup can match your natural glow,
Like sunrise dancing on morning dew. 🌅✨

Nikitazama macho yako, naona faraja,
Nikitamka jina lako, najawa na raha.
Bila wewe, moyo wangu ni k**a jangwa,
Lakini nawe, maisha yanachemka k**a jua. 🔥💃

Yo regard ezali paix, bolingo ya solo,
Soki otali ngai, monde ebongwani.
Purity, oza lumière na motema na ngai,
Nalingi yo… mpo ozali mpenzi ya ngai. ❤️

Even the stars pause just to see you shine,
And heaven must smile, knowing you are mine.
No poetry can hold all you are to me,
But still I try, with each word, gently. 🥰🖋️

Nawe ni zawadi nisiyostahili,
Lakini Mungu aliniona na akanipa wewe.
Tuko pamoja—leo, kesho, na milele,
My Purity… you are my forever, my prayer. 🙏💍
Purii Kakuu

26/07/2025

doing what I love 😊😀

24/07/2025