I saw this happen live live in Komarock when I lived there. Jamaa alishow wife aende keja ya ocha awache watoi. Mboch was the new mama and she was good with the kids. Saa hio si keja ya rent but mortgage. That’s how a gal from Kangundo brought by aboch bureau became a homeowner
Kenyans at the border have hacked life!
While Nairobians are out here buying beer like it’s a limited edition iPhone, our Kenyan brothers and sisters near the Uganda, Tanzania, and Ethiopia borders are living like kings on a budget.They cross the border for a drinking spree,shout wantam and come back to Kenya staggering and speaking big English
Here’s the breakdown:Beer prices
Uganda – 120 bob
Tanzania – 100 bob
Ethiopia – 65 bob (Yes, you read that right!)
Kenya? – 300 bob… and that’s before you even get nyama choma.
Njoro, a seasoned border veteran, says:
With just 1K, you can chafua meza, buy a round for strangers, get a crate of boiled eggs, AND leave with transport back.
Meanwhile, in Nairobi, that same 1K will buy you 3 beers
Do Ethiopians make a profit, or is it spiritual?
Kenyans, when did our beloved East African superpower become this expensive?
Are we living in Kenya or Dubai in disguise?
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Michael Jordan’s Wife Receives $5 Million For Every Year She’s Married To The Basketball Legend
According to their prenuptial agreement, Yvette Prieto received $1 million for every year she was married to Michael Jordan. They married in 2013 and have twin daughters, born in 2014.
However, after passing ten years of marriage, Prieto is now paid $5 million a year. Despite criticism of the contract, Jordan has stated that the deal is a fair solution for both parties.
The Chicago Bulls legend recently sold his majority stake in the Charlotte Hornets for $3 billion, further cementing his position as the richest NBA player, with an estimated net worth of $3.5 billion. However, in 2006, Jordan faced a costly divorce, paying an estimated $168 million to his ex-wife, in addition to giving up custody of their three children and the marital home, a sprawling 25,000-square-foot estate in Chicago.
For people with such wealth, a prenuptial agreement is a practical necessity. With so much at stake in a divorce, dividing assets can be an incredibly complex and lengthy process. Having a prenuptial agreement in place lets both parties know what to expect, making the process much easier if the marriage ends.
Jordan seems to have learned a lesson from his previous marriage. Before he married Yvette Prieto, who is 16 years his junior, Jordan required her to sign a prenuptial agreement. The agreement benefits both parties: While Prieto enjoys greater financial security, Jordan is protected in the event of a separation.
It’s important to remember that Jordan is the greatest and richest basketball player in history…!!
In 1971, Marvin Gaye released his masterpiece album “What’s Going On,” a bold departure from Motown’s traditional love songs. Inspired by his brother’s return from the Vietnam War and the social unrest of the time, Marvin poured his heart into music that asked difficult questions: about war, poverty, racism, and the planet.
But did you know that Motown initially refused to release it?
They thought it was too political. Too risky. Too uncommercial.
Marvin stood firm. He told Berry Gordy, “If you don’t release it, I’ll never record another song for you.”
It was a moment of courage, and it paid off. The album became one of the most acclaimed in music history.
During live performances of the title track, Gaye would often close his eyes and sing with such pain and passion that audience members would cry. One woman once shouted, “Marvin, you’re singing what we’re all feeling!”
In that moment, Marvin Gaye became more than a singer.
He was the voice of a generation’s conscience.
On April 1, 1984, music legend Marvin Gaye was shot dead — by his own father. The Prince of Motown had always endured a tumultuous relationship with his father, a cross-dressing preacher who struggled with both alcoholism and his own rumored homosexuality. The singer had even changed his surname from Gay to Gaye to distance himself from the family’s abusive patriarch. Ultimately, the years of tension between the two men came to a bloody head one fateful night inside the family’s Los Angeles home: https://inter.st/1bjo
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The Gaye household was abusive. For those not familiar with Marvin Gaye’s upbringing, read Divided Soul by David Ritz and Mercy Mercy Me by Michael Eric Dyson. Both very good books about Marvin’s life. I’ve read a few other books about him that are now out of print but the Ritz bio is the definitive one to read because it had Marvin’s input and he consented to many of the interviews.
I didn’t just cheat on women—I cheated on truth. I walked into rooms where love didn’t live, searching for something to numb me, but I only found more ghosts.
When you grow up without the full recipe for love, you end up baking disaster. I wanted to be held, but instead I held lies. I kissed strangers hoping to forget familiar pain. And for a long time, I thought the game was only played on hardwood floors. Turns out, the real game was in the heart—and I was losing.
Every woman I ran to was just a mirror, showing me the cracks I tried to ignore. I’d smile in her face, charm her into comfort, and disappear by morning—leaving her confused and myself even more hollow than the night before. I wasn’t a lover; I was a leaver.
The truth? I was addicted to approval. Fame made me a king in public but a coward in private. I craved the chase, the danger, the thrill of being wanted—even when I was already needed somewhere else. Women didn’t tempt me. My emptiness did.
The applause? Loud. The silence afterward? Deafening.
I remember sneaking into hotel lobbies with sunglasses and sin. I remember deleting texts like erasing chapters in a book I was too ashamed to write. I remember telling myself, “Just one more time.” But one more time turned into a lifestyle.
I was playing a character—a smooth talker, a baller, a man with swagger and no shame. But behind all that, I was bleeding. Behind every lie was a cry for help in a language I didn’t know how to speak.
Some nights I’d lie awake next to someone who didn’t even know my middle name, and I’d stare at the ceiling wondering how I became this version of myself. The lights were bright, but my soul was dimming.
Let me tell you: cheating doesn’t prove you’re desired—it proves you’re disconnected. And I was disconnected from the one thing that mattered most—honest love. I had it once. She loved me with a softness that scared me. She looked at me like I was still human, even when I was acting like a ghost.
And I let her down. Again. And again. Not because she wasn’t enough, but because I felt like I never was.
People say, “You only regret it when it’s gone.” That’s not true. I regretted it while it was still happening. But I didn’t know how to stop. I didn’t know how to say, “I’m broken.” So I kept pretending I was whole.
There were tears behind my tattoos. Regret behind my smirk. I was running from demons wearing designer clothes.
Now, looking back? I don’t hate that man—I understand him. He was scared. He thought attention was love. He thought sex could solve sadness. He thought being wanted meant being worthy.
But I’ve grown. I’ve looked in the mirror and faced the storm. I’ve called the names I once hurt and said, “I’m sorry”—not expecting forgiveness, just offering truth. Real truth.
I’m not writing this for sympathy. I’m writing this for clarity—for the men still living in the fog I walked through, and for the women who loved them anyway.
If you’re hurting someone who loves you just because you don’t love yourself, stop. If you’re confusing desire with healing, stop. And if you think being a man means collecting bodies, let me tell you—it doesn’t. It means protecting hearts, especially the one in your own chest.
Lamar Odom—the baller? He was reckless. Lamar Odom—the man? He’s learning peace.
My life is full of chapters I wish I could edit. But I won’t rip out the pages. I’ll just write better ones now.
Because even broken men can build something beautiful—if they finally decide to be honest.
Ex NBA Star, Lamar Odom is now homeless.
In Tokyo, the capital of Japan, a man got into a taxi. Due to the language barrier, he couldn’t say much, except for the name of the institute he wanted to go to. The taxi driver understood, nodded, and respectfully opened the door for the passenger to get in, which is part of their culture.
As the journey began, the taxi driver turned on the meter, then after a while, he turned it off, and later turned it back on again. The passenger was puzzled but remained silent due to the language barrier. When he reached the institute, he told the people welcoming him, “First, ask the taxi driver why he turned off the meter for some time during the trip.”
When they asked the driver, he replied, “I made a mistake along the way. I missed the turn I was supposed to take, and the next U-turn was quite far. Due to my mistake, we had to travel an extra two to two and a half kilometers. During that time, I turned off the meter. I cannot charge the passenger for the distance that increased because of my mistake.”
63 year old Keith Sweat got his yodeling azz on stage and decided to speak on being single because women are too entitled and don’t want to cook or wash and iron clothes no more.
He says, “You gotta bring something to the table to get something from me.”
You can always tell when an old geezer got his ego bruised by a young woman, because they start complaining about all the things that women don’t want to do for them. They intentionally seek out young women and then get mad when the relationship is purely transactional and they feel like they are being used.
No young woman is going to want a give and take relationship with a man that’s twice or thrice her age, with a variety of health issues. Get over yourself.
If you are looking for someone that will love you for you, cook, clean, iron and manage your high blood pressure and diabetes — go find you someone named Mary, Shirley or Dorothy. Simple as that. 
From Hope to Hardship: A Family’s Fight for Safety in Frisco
Karmelo Anthony, a 17-year-old, is facing a first-degree murder charge in connection with a stabbing incident at a track meet in Frisco, Texas, where Austin Metcalf died. Anthony is being prosecuted under Texas’s “concurrent jurisdiction” laws, allowing prosecutors to directly file charges against him as an adult.
The incident occurred during a track meet in Frisco, Texas. Anthony allegedly stabbed Metcalf once in the chest, and Metcalf subsequently died. Anthony’s defense claims he was acting in self-defense.
The family of both Anthony and Metcalf have been affected by this incident. Anthony’s family has set up a fundraiser to help cover legal fees, according to KGNS. The victim’s family has also launched a GoFundMe page to help with funeral expenses, says CBS News.
Karmelo and his family currently reside in Frisco, Texas—a vibrant, upscale suburb north of Dallas known for its high-end neighborhoods, excellent schools, and growing population of athletes and celebrities. Their home sits in a prestigious gated community, the same area where several Dallas Cowboys players have settled down. The house itself is a spacious $900,000 property with modern finishes and a manicured lawn—though Karmelo and his family are renting it for $3,500 a month, roughly equivalent to what one might pay for a modest apartment in New York City.
The move to Frisco was a big step for the family. Originally from Louisiana, Karmelo made the decision to relocate in hopes of giving his children access to better educational opportunities, safer surroundings, and the kind of community environment that promotes growth and stability. They traded the familiarity of home for the promise of something greater, and for a time, that promise seemed to be delivering.
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!However, recent events have shaken the family’s sense of peace. Disturbingly, they’ve begun receiving death threats—an escalation that has left them frightened and uncertain. What was once a hopeful new chapter is now marked by anxiety and concern for their safety. The gated community, once a symbol of security, no longer offers the comfort it once did.
Anthony and Metcalf
Now, the family is preparing to move again, this time not for opportunity, but for protection. Karmelo has prioritized shielding his family from further trauma, even if it means uprooting their lives once more. The transition is filled with emotion—frustration, fear, and the ever-present hope that somewhere else, safety and stability truly exist.
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Despite the circumstances, Karmelo remains resilient. He’s focused on keeping his children grounded, helping them understand the value of family, strength, and perseverance. The journey has been far from easy, but their determination to rise above the threats and fear reflects a deep commitment to each other.
As they prepare to leave Frisco behind, the family carries with them not just their belongings, but the lessons learned and the strength built through adversity. Their story is one of courage in the face of hostility, and of love that continues to guide them toward a safer, brighter future.
Kayla Hayes, Karmelo Anthony’s mother, spoke at the news conference. In an emotional statement, she explained what her family has gone through since her son’s arrest.
Here is her full statement:
Good afternoon. My name is Kayla Hayes. I am the mother of Karmelo Anthony. Three years ago, my family moved to North Texas, searching for a better life. Like so many other families, we wanted to give our children the future. We did not have. My husband worked hard every single day to provide for us, to make sure we are in the best financial position possible. As a stay-at-home mom, I made it my life’s mission to ensure our children are loved, nurtured and supported every step of the way.
In the wake of this tragic incident, our family has been under attack. Whatever you think that happened between Carmelo and the Metcalf boys, my three younger children, my husband and I didn’t do anything to deserve to be threatened, harassed and lied about. The lies and false accusations that have been said about us, especially over the past week, has been overwhelming.
The lies and their implications put my family in danger, as well as everyone in our community, everyone involved in the investigation, from the police, the attorneys and the courts there. Our address and my husband’s previous employer’s address has been put on all social media platforms. My husband had to take a leave of absence because he’s afraid what may happen to our family. His mental health is deteriorating day by day. We have endured death threats. My 13-year-old daughter is afraid to sleep in her own bedroom because she’s fearful of what might happen to her.
And let me be clear, the claims, the claims that were used about the public donation, to buy a home or anything else are completely false. We have not received a single dime from the GiveSendGo fundraiser. And the co-founder has stated that clearly. In reality, we were just notified yesterday that we could begin to draw funds. And it still takes seven days to receive those funds. Once the request is made.
I don’t know why we are being targeted and discriminated against before a fair trial. Our son deserved the same rights under the law that everyone is afforded to. He’s been raised in a two-parent home with structure, stability, love, and we put God first in everything that we do. We believe in the Constitution. We believe in the laws of this state. But those laws must apply to all of us, not just some of us.
So be clear, when I speak publicly about specific details of what happened under the tent on that rainy and awful day, there’s an active investigation that everyone involved wants to be full and fair. We believe in the legal process and that is where the truth will come out.
For the family who experienced the loss, my heart goes out for you. So those who have supported my family, thank you from the bottom of our hearts. We ask for your continued support, patience and prayers as we navigate this difficult process. Thank you.
Prior to the news conference, NGAN issued a news release saying the family of Karmelo Anthony have “endured a wave of falsehoods, misinformation, and hateful attacks—some of which have been blatant, intentional misrepresentations of both the family and the ongoing legal case,” since his arrest.
The point of the gathering, they said, was to give the family a chance to speak for themselves about the case against their son.
Fred Obachi sues Robert Alai.
He is demanding Ksh 60,000,000 from the Kileleshwa MCA.
Alai claimed that Obachi is HIV positive, information that should not be made public by a third party. Obachi told the former blogger to apologize but Alai refused and told the Blackest Man to go ahead and sue him. Obachi is now in court and if he wins the case, Big Mouth Alai needs to be taught a lesson to control his gum-flapping.
- Drama in Nakuru
Drama in Nakuru as two brothers return their sister to her husband by force after she eloped with a young Kisii man for 2 weeks, saying her husband doesn’t shake her walls of Jericho well during horizontal engineering
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A woman decides to have a facelift for her 50th birthday She spends $15,000 and feels pretty good about the results.
On her way home, she stops at a news stand to buy a newspaper. Before leaving, she says to the clerk, “I hope you don’t mind my asking, but how old do you think I am?”
“About 32,” is the reply. “Nope! I’m exactly 50,” the woman says happily.
A little while later she goes into McDonald’s and asks the counter girl the very same question.
The girl replies, “I’d guess about 29.” The woman replies with a big smile, “Nope, I’m 50.”
Now she’s feeling really good about herself. She stops in a drug store on her way down the street. She goes up to the counter to get some mints and asks the clerk this burning question.
The clerk responds, “Oh, I’d say 30.” Again she proudly responds, “I’m 50, but thank you!”
While waiting for the bus to go home, she asks an old man waiting next to her the same question.
He replies,“I’m 78 and my eyesight is going. Although, when I was young, there was a sure-fire way to tell how old a woman was. If you permit me to put my hands under your bra.. Then, and only then can I tell you EXACTLY how old you are.”
They wait in silence on the empty street until her curiosity gets the best of her.
She finally blurts out, “What the hell, go ahead.”
He slips both of his hands under her blouse and begins to feel around very slowly and carefully. He bounces and weighs each breast and he gently pinches each nipple. He pushes her breasts together and rubs them against each other.
After a couple of minutes of this, she says, “Okay, okay…How old am I?”
He completes one last squeeze of her breasts, removes his hands, and says, " Ma dam, you are 50."
Stunned and amazed, the woman says, “That was incredible, how could you tell?”
The old man says, “Promise you won’t get mad?” “I promise I won’t,” she says.
“I was behind you in McDonald’s.”
“Jay-Z has 24 Grammys, his wife Beyoncé has 33, and even their kids have Grammys.
But 2Pac had no Grammys, which tells you everything about the Grammys.”~ 50 cent
50 cent says:
"Jay-Z’s career was boosted because he was married to Beyoncé. His association with her made his career different. It was obvious when he started receiving his 16th and 17th Grammy Awards, because he was with Beyoncé. Now he has about 25 Grammy Awards. Even their kids have Grammy Awards, which is funny cuz they don’t sing or rap. It’s now crazy because it seems like they’re gifting themselves Grammys, while others who deserve it haven’t received one yet. This has made the system appear corrupt.
For example, 2Pac was never awarded a Grammy, but Jay-Z has 25. That’s sh!t crazy."
The fact his daughter has a Grammy tells you everything about the Grammys!
Jay Z daughter, Blue Ivy , having a Grammy is a slap in the face to artists with talent that have put in the work. 50 gives no fks. Always speaking truth.
Drama in Nakuru
Drama in Nakuru as two brothers return their sister to her husband by force after she eloped with a young Kisii man for 2 weeks, saying her husband doesn’t shake her walls of Jericho well during horizontal engineering
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Verily, verily, when a man is repeatedly rejected unable to have you or anyone like you his defense mechanism often takes the form of equivocally vilifying you. He cloaks his bitterness in vague generalizations, saying things like, “Dating a woman over 30 is a mistake,” as if such a statement were truth rather than a projection of personal failure. It’s not wisdom speaking. it’s wounded ego, disguised as opinion.
Learning life from a mistake
It started as a son-mother relationship until it derailed into a full-blown affair. She’s older than my mother, but that accounted for nothing. She wanted it, and I said yes to her because she promised a lot of things I couldn’t give to myself.
She would call me when she had a program outside Accra, and I would follow her. Those trips used to be fun because she gave a lot and paid a lot so I could dress like a man fit for her purpose.
When it came to intimacy, she called the tunes because, of course, she paid the piper. She was like a teenager, judging from the things she wanted done to her. Sometimes we would watch P-movies together, and she would pick what she wanted done to her, and I would deliver just that. When I got her overly satisfied, she gave to me bountifully.
I’m a young man and couldn’t do this as a job forever, so I strived and got a job, which she vehemently opposed. I promised her the job wouldn’t take anything away from us and that I would be available whenever she needed me. Because of this promise I made her, she started making crazy demands.
She knew very well I would go to work in the morning, but this woman would call me at dawn and ask me to come home because she had cravings. She made the whole thing look like a job that had lost its excitement, but I’d grown to like her, so I stayed at her beck and call while working at my new job.
I was late for work, asked for permission from work often, and faked sickness to stay home just to be with this woman. I did all that because, regardless of everything, I’d come to love her as a person. I mean, I’d become emotionally attached to her. She stopped giving me money like she used to, but I didn’t complain. Even when she didn’t give me anything at the end of the month, I still kept quiet and delivered her wishes.
Out of nowhere, this woman got herself a driver—a young, well-built guy who shouldn’t have anything to do with being a driver to an old woman. A lot of things changed, even to the extent that this woman didn’t call me for a whole week. When I confronted her, she told me she had been busy. I said, “Is it because of that guy you call a driver?” She asked, “Are you jealous?”
She denied the affair until she eventually came out. The guy was there. I was there. She said, “You already know what’s going on, so I won’t pretend. This guy (pointing at the driver) doesn’t have a problem, but I don’t know about you. I want the two of you together. He’s your age mate, so it should be easy for the two of you to form a team both outside and inside the bedroom with me.”
Every bit of respect I had for her jumped out of the window. I told her no, and the fact that the guy was present when she made the request made me even angrier. I left, deleted her number, and she hasn’t called me since that encounter.
Thinking about it makes me feel used and discarded. A girl should have done this to me, but an old woman? But on the other hand, I’m happy I’ve been able to walk out of her snares.
These few weeks I’ve lived life without her, I’ve seen a lot of improvement. I go to work early, I give my best, and I’ve never had a reason to lie to my employers. Again, I’m happy I’m not going to be doing those crazy styles she requested from me. I don’t think I will even give that to my girlfriend. I’ve given myself closure from everything so I can forgive myself and work toward a sacred goal, like every sane man my age would work toward.
A lady named Ifunanya is sharing a story about her father’s unpleasant experience after he worked in the United States for 25 years and relocated to Nigeria for retirement. You will think you are watching a Nollywood episode movie when listening to the story, but it is a true-life story that gives me goosebumps.
Below is what Martin Beck Nworah has to say about it:
An American returnee named Peter Mokwuah was reportedly held captive in his mansion by his siblings for nearly a year in Anambra State.
His daughter, Ifunanya Mokwuah, who lives in the USA, grew concerned after losing contact with him for several months. Despite repeated reassurances from her aunt and uncle that her father was fine, she felt compelled to travel to Nigeria in January 2022.
Her father (Peter) had lived and worked in New York for 25 years before retiring and returning to Nigeria, where he had already built a mansion in his village during his younger years. He also receives a $5,000 monthly pension and social security for his upkeep. Perhaps this was what they targeted immediately after he had a stroke. I won’t put it past them being able to have caused him that injury. Despite this, his daughter continued to send him money, thinking he might have run out.
When Ifunanya arrived at the village, she encountered resistance from her uncle and his wife who had blocked the compound entrance and verbally attacked her. With help from local youths and villagers, she gained access to the house. Her uncle falsely claimed her father was in Abuja, but after insisting on checking upstairs, she discovered him lying weak and emaciated on a dirty mattress.
His beard and nails were overgrown, and he was neglected in his poor medical state. Peter recognised his daughter and was visibly relieved. Imagine how Ifunanya felt seeing her father in that state, despite all the money he receives. Mehn!
Thankfully, she was able to remove him from the house, moved him to Lagos for further treatment and return to the USA.
In all these events, I am grateful that Ifunanya’s father trained her to know the way to her father’s house in the village. Something all parents in the diaspora should think about, especially those with plans to retire in their village back home.
This is also a lesson for those who see their wife as an outsider. Look at what a man’s siblings did to him because he trusted them so much against his wife and children. Yet it was the child who came looking and rescued him.
They were already building a new house beside the one Peter built and it is clear whose money was being used for that construction.
Thank God for his life and the gift of a daughter like Ifunanya.