History By Jacob

03/01/2026

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29/12/2025

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23/12/2025

20/12/2025

Merry Christmas in advance 😜

Jimmy Fallon

12/12/2025

You are single or have been single. Not single single of going to eat cat or gag on dick-son then come back home like a saint. Noooo. Single single. You know, some gender hasn’t asked you out, vaseline or arimis said it’s enough, cucumbers and carrots decided to officially be food only so you are growing your cobwebs slowly...and you are getting used to it then suddenly someone shows interest!

It feels all good and normal until you now have to visit each other, start sleep overs etc.

Dating after a long time of being single is a curriculum!

You you(Kenyanese) have been doing things the way you like. No stress, no one to look at you with big round eyes, no one yelling, no one going silent for a week.

Things have been normal for you! You p*e and leave the toilet unflashed, you will flash when you come back 4 days later.

You use one black or brown towel a whole year without washing because of importance is you drying up not what you are using. After all you smelled it and it’s still human-ish. You didn’t pass out.

You have a weekful of dishes because why not? The plan is to use every single dish before anything is washed.You are okay eating from the pots, colander, buckets...just anywhere but you will not wash the dishes until...

That bed, you last spread it with your feet somewhere last year because your mother was passing by to just know where you are living. And the sheets, eeeh kwani sheets are supposed to be changed? Si you sleep when you have taken shower? So why are they being washed and they are not from outside?

You have this already going on then you meet someone who disrupts your peace and now you are at this level where they have to come for sleep overs and you suddenly have to show that you are clean. Washing dishes after every meal, changing sheets every two days, mopping up wvery now and then...bugger disrupts your entire peace!

Then...

You have to learn how to eat gently again. Not mchamchamcha chewing like a goat and speaking to yourself and laughing out like someone in the market as you watch a series!

You have to learn again to sleep with someone. The bed is yours, you bought it with your money and now you have to learn how not to sleep with one leg in Timbuktu and another on Burj Khalifa!

You have to pretend that even how you sleep is totally gentle!

You are now ironing fora week when you have been the person of the year for wash, don’t squeeze, dry and wear!

Now you run to the washroom to fart yet you’ve been doing bwiiii bwiiii tssss laughing at the sounds you release and doing mmmmfff for the bad smell wondering if it’s from you!

You now have to walk in a wig, sleep in a wig, shower in a wig, dream in a wig because you are disaster-ish without a wig and you even shower and not wash off the entire make up for the time you are with someone’s son just so you are maintaining a certain form of bare minimum. Yaani it shouldn’t be thaaaat bare...

You are struggling! Changing boxers every day, cleaning your shoes daily before you wear! An absolute sport!

Your life has been turned upside down!

Then...

Someone decides that they like walking holding hands or holding waist! Okay, you now(sasa wewe) you just can’t walk there and me here and we get to where we were going?

Then another wants to sleep on your chest all night aor your arm yet they have a head bigger and heavier than a halloween pumpkin! You know you will wake up very sore like you are from the gym or you will stop breathing the entire time the head is on your chest and you’ll be there singing “...yesu nipe uvumilivu” never mind, you could actually die because you stopped breathing!

There’s a gender that wants cuddles, snacks, wine on the couch and a series of watching a series. You have better things to do like go dance on the streets and yell “freedom, is coming tomorrow” but today, now, in the moment, you are stuck on cuddles and unnecessarily many kisses you absolutely don’t want ant, don’t need!

Woe unto you if someone snores the entire night or farts the entire night or one that prays every 3 am so loudly in tongues...

I’m tripping now. I’ll stop here!

Dating after a long time is such a process that makes you just wanna stay hella single and walk your house naked with your bo***es proudly to the toes or that gender manspreading.

And then imagine you have to start buying and wearing condoms?! And by day 2 when you have assumed you trust each other and indulge raw you start asking each other when you last tested and if you trust each other and if the other one has seen your periods anywhere on Mombasa road and can ask them to reach Kangundo faster...

You feckkin stop being yourself for a while! You want your mother, your clan, you want support because that new practice of having someone in your life is damn new even to yourself! You want your rough and carefree self back! Just that!

You want to fold the clothes on that special chair after a year! But now…

But being single also....eeeh!

07/12/2025

Hey Demi Lee Moore

Just appreciating you gal...I listen to you everyday, you're truly talented.

04/12/2025

Dear you,

You’ve survived things you never thought you would. You’ve grown in ways that nobody clapped for. You’ve held yourself together on days when even breathing felt heavy. You’ve shown up for work, for people, for responsibilities, for life sometimes with a full heart, sometimes with an empty tank. And still, you kept going.

This is me writing to remind you that your journey is valid even when it’s messy. The pauses you made matter. Your breakthroughs matter. Your heartbreaks mattered too, because they shaped you into someone stronger, wiser.

And while you go through this season, whatever season it is, I hope you allow yourself to be proud of how far you’ve come.

Be proud of how far you have come, and not just when you reach the big milestone. Not just when everything finally “makes sense.” But now. In the in-between. In the almost. In the trying.

You have come a long way, you have handled so much. Not checking off your years resolutions or seeing what others have done better should not put you down.

Life happened to you differently. You paid your bills, you kept promises to yourself, and you had small victories that nobody saw.

You did it!

You are set for greatness. Give yourself some grace while at it.

I just want to say, I see you. I honour you. And I’m cheering for you. For the big and for the small steps.

25/11/2025

Ancient landscape preserved for 34 million years discovered under frozen continent. ❄️

Deep below nearly two kilometers of Antarctic ice, researchers found a landscape that looks like it was trapped in a time bubble. Using advanced radar and mapping tools, they revealed valleys, ridges, and massive river paths that formed long before Antarctica turned into the frozen land we see today. It feels like the planet is quietly holding secrets we are only beginning to uncover.

This discovery takes us back to a period when Antarctica was part of Gondwana... a warm world filled with rivers, forests, and thriving life. The ice that covers it now barely moves... which kept the ancient terrain perfectly untouched. Scientists believe this hidden landscape could help us understand how Earth changed over millions of years and how climate shifts shaped the world we live in.

Finding such a well preserved environment beneath the ice reminds us that our planet still has mysteries waiting to be explored. It raises questions about past ecosystems... lost climates... and even the ancient species that may have once lived there. Every new discovery like this helps us see Earth not as a static place but as a living story still being read. 🌍



References:
National Geographic, Ancient landscapes detected beneath Antarctic ice
BBC News, Hidden world found under Antarctica after millions of years
The Guardian, Scientists map prehistoric terrain under frozen continent
Scientific American, Radar reveals ancient river systems under Antarctic ice

25/11/2025

If there is one thing life has taught me over the years is that every season comes with its own lessons

-Some seasons teach patience (the kind that stretches you beyond what you thought you could handle)

-Others teach gratitude, reminding you to cherish the small wins because they matter just as much as the big ones.

-Then, there are the wilderness seasons (where you feel lost, questioning everything).

This is one, this is wilderness not like any other.

Rest easy brother.

24/11/2025

Friends — we need to talk about the Kenya Pipeline Company (KPC) and the government’s plan to invite Uganda to co-own it.

A bit of context: KPC was established in 1973 and began commercial operations in 1978 as a state corporation to transport and store refined petroleum products from Mombasa into the country. For decades it has been a strategic, state-owned lifeline for our fuel security and distribution in Kenya.

The state is moving KPC into a privatization program — planning an IPO and divestment of a large shareholding (reports suggest up to 65% will be opened up to investors), and President Ruto has publicly invited Uganda to buy into KPC as part of deeper cross-border infrastructure integration.

Why this is dangerous you ask???

Strategic infrastructure = national security.
Losing controlling ownership of a major fuel transmission network to external interests (even a neighbouring state) weakens Kenya’s ability to make sovereign decisions during crises — price shocks, supply disruptions, or geopolitical pressure. Decisions about who gets priority fuel, when, and how can no longer be purely Kenyan. This isn’t abstract — it’s about who controls the tap.

Political leverage and regional bargaining. Co-ownership with another sovereign state imports regional politics directly into our energy sector. Uganda and Kenya don’t always see eye to eye on trade, transit or taxes; when tensions flare, fuel access could be used as leverage. The optics of a neighbour holding a big slice of our pipeline is not “integration” — it’s shared vulnerability.

Transparency, corruption and rent capture. Privatization and cross-border deals have historically been fertile ground for opaque deals and cronies. Opening 65% for sale — if done hastily and without robust guardrails — risks selling off public value to insiders or politically connected buyers rather than securing real, competitive investment for the public good.

This will has significant economic consequences for ordinary Kenyans. Privatize then import shared-ownership — and you may soon see higher downstream costs, less control over pricing, and fewer guarantees that domestic supply comes first when global prices spike. The public must not be left subsidizing an ownership transfer that benefits a few.

What the government MUST do (non-negotiable minimums):
• Publish the full privatization plan, bidders list, and timing — immediately. No secrecy.

• Preserve a clear Kenyan controlling stake or golden-share mechanisms that guarantee national control over allocations and emergency powers.

• Insist on full transparency, competitive international tendering, public audits and parliamentary oversight before any sale, and rigorous security protocols for cross-border operations.

This isn’t an anti-regional-cooperation rant — East African integration can work — but strategic assets must be handled with ruthless clarity: national interest first, not political photo-ops or quick cash grabs. If we don’t demand clarity now, we will be stuck paying the bill — literally and politically — later.

Share this if you want Parliament and the people to see the plan before it’s sold. We must know the terms, the buyers, and the safeguards — not be told after the ink is dry. ✊

24/11/2025

Man, you guys are worse than google with your diagnosis. I come to you with my little sweating problem and you stop short of telling me to write my will, repent, forgive those who have wronged me and wait for the Lord to take me, preferably in my sleep, resting in a puddle of my own sweat. Just the encouragement I needed.

But we all know someone like you, don’t we? That person that follows you to the hospital to see a sick relative or friend. You are happy they tagged along, but you wish they hadn’t because of the things that come out of their mouth. One look at the sick and they start with their own diagnosis with prime examples.

“You say you sweat a lot in your sleep? Mmhh,” they cross their arms and put on that solemn look. “Just the same thing Njenga used to complain about. You remember Njenga wa hardware, don’t you? A solid family man. Never sweated all his life, till that time when he fell ill and he couldn’t stop sweating. Rushed to the hospital only to find TB had ravished his lungs. His sugar level was out of this world too and before they could even hook him on some drips he just closed his eyes hapo-hapo and died. So sad, leaving behind a distraught wife and poor children.”

They will then sigh, scan the terrified room and say, “But you you will live. Si they have checked for TB and it’s not it? You will live and nothing will happen to you in Jesus’ name. Unlike poor Njenga.”

At this point you want the nurse on duty to walk in and ask them to leave, in the name of Jesus, of course.