Can your partner be with your phone for a day and things remain the same? Find out the Shocking Details...

One Friday morning, John woke up hurriedly and prepared for work. He worked in a busy institution and was expected early at work. His wife worked a distance from where her husband’s office was.

As a result of doing things in a hurry, John unknowingly, carried his wife's mobile phone leaving behind his own. After he had gone his wife Jane noticed the mix-up but it was too late for her to do anything

about it. She thought for a while and decided to carry her husband's phone in case he came back for it.

On arriving at his place of work John noticed that he had confused his wife's phone for his but decided not to go back for it. He sighed deeply because he knew his wife could access romantic messages

sent by his many mistresses. His wife too was disgusted because she had several toy boys. 

Drama began to unfold when John received an SMS intended for his wife sent by somebody saved as ‘Peter-Taxi’, which read, "Hi sweetie, ope yo monin’ is fine, 4 me am okay just mad! My love 4 you kills me. I couldn't stop dreaming about you even after we met last evening coz you hold the password to ma heart." John was shocked to see this and thought he understood why his wife had come home late the previous evening. He decided to stay mum to see what more would come.

After one hour he received another SMS from somebody saved as ‘Susan-Salon’ which read, “Monin darling, ope ur fine, am also fine but not so fine without seeing you next to me coz you control every part of ma heart. Nice day sweetie, see you at lunch.” The third SMS ticked in from somebody saved as ‘Winnie-Handbag's which read, "Monin ma beautiful queen, I wish you were a gum, I would chew you every time, you make me feel young like I was born yesterday, you without whom I would go on a hunger strike. Have a bright day ma dear."

John was deeply shocked by these messages but knew that on the other side his wife might be seeing drama too. Meanwhile, Jane had seen even more than her husband. She had received three messages from three women that clearly showed they were his mistresses. The first SMS was from a woman saved as ‘Ochieng-Car wash’ which read, “Hi deah how's ur monin? 4 me am okay with ur son here, he says he loves you so much n you should come n stay with us. gday."

Jane almost fainted on seeing this because she could not believe that her husband had a son outside marriage. Before her anger was over, she received a second SMS from' ‘Omosh-Kinyozi’ which read, “Monin ma deah, ope ur enjoyin ur day. Mine can't be complete without you. Every time I sleep in this house you bought 4 me I dream 2 love u always. The BM u  bought me is perfect on road. Thanks,

g’day.”

The last message came from ‘Karanja-Electrician’ and read, “Sasa honey? Ope u r fine. pls i am not happy wit u. u promised to send me money since last week,But i have not seen it. honey pls send me the 40k for the project. Hav a nice day, love you big.” Jane had found the answer to why her husband was always penniless!

When evening came John and Jane met at home. They could hardly talk but only stared at one another with suspicion. 

Then they called a third party to intervene, sincerely how would their problem be solved problem?

GADDAFFI’S LAST FORMAL SPEECH TO THE WORLD – VERY VERY SAD, MOVING!

In the name of Allah, the beneficent, the merciful…

For 40 years, or was it longer, I can’t remember, I did all I could to give people houses, hospitals, schools, and when they were hungry, I gave them food. I even made Benghazi into farmland from the desert, I stood up to attacks from that cowboy Ronald Reagan, when he killed my adopted orphaned daughter, he was trying to kill me, instead he killed that poor innocent child. Then I helped my brothers and sisters from Africa with money for the African Union.

I did all I could to help people Understand the concept of real democracy, where people’s committees ran our country. But that was never enough, as some told me, even people who had 10 room homes, new suits and furniture, were never satisfied, as selfish as they were they wanted more. They told Americans and other visitors, that they needed "democracy" and "freedom" never realizing it was a cut throat system, where the biggest dog eats the rest, but they were enchanted with those words, never realizing that in America, there was no free medicine, no free hospitals, no free housing, no free education and no free food, except when people had to beg or go to long lines to get soup.

No, no matter what I did, it was never enough for some, but for others, they knew I was the son of Gamal Abdel Nasser, the only true Arab and Muslim leader we’ve had since Salah-al-Deen, when he claimed the Suez Canal for his people, as I claimed Libya, for my people, it was his footsteps I tried to follow, to keep my people free from colonial domination – from thieves who would steal from us.

Now, I am under attack by the biggest force in military history, my little African son, Obama wants to kill me, to take away the freedom of our country, to take away our free housing, our free medicine, our free education, our free food, and replace it with American style thievery, called "capitalism" ,but all of us in the Third World know what that means, it means corporations run the countries, run the world, and the people suffer.

So, there is no alternative for me, I must make my stand, and if Allah wishes, I shall die by following His path, the path that has made our country rich with farmland, with food and health, and even allowed us to help our African and Arab brothers and sisters.

I do not wish to die, but if it comes to that, to save this land, my people, all the thousands who are all my children, then so be it.

Let this testament be my voice to the world, that I stood up to crusader attacks of NATO, stood up to cruelty, stoop up to betrayal, stood up to the West and its colonialist ambitions, and that I stood with my African brothers, my true Arab and Muslim brothers, as a beacon of light.

When others were building castles, I lived in a modest house, and in a tent. I never forgot my youth in Sirte, I did not spend our national treasury foolishly, and like Salah-al-Deen, our great Muslim leader, who rescued Jerusalem for Islam, I took little for myself…

In the West, some have called me "mad", "crazy", but they know the truth yet continue to lie, they know that our land is independent and free, not in the colonial grip, that my vision, my path, is, and has been clear and for my people and that I will fight to my last breath to keep us free, may Allah almighty help us to remain faithful and free".

My brothers and sisters let's start loving more of each other and stop killing each other because Europe America and other western world will never want to see sunshine of Africans.

DJ Chucky G

SADDEST stories ever told in Hollywood. His name is Sylvestar Stallone...!!!

This is one of the SADDEST stories ever told in Hollywood. His name is Sylvestar Stallone. One of the BIGGEST and Most famous American Movie superstars. Back in the day, Stallone was a struggling actor in every definition. At some point, he got so broke that he stole his wife's jewellery and sold it. 

Things got so bad that he even ended up homeless. Yes,he slept at the New York bus station for 3 days. Unable to pay rent or afford food. His lowest point came when he tried to sell his dog at the liquor store to any stranger. He didnt have money to feed the dog anymore. He sold it at $25 only. He says he walked away crying.

Two weeks later,he saw a boxing match between Mohammed Ali and Chuck Wepner and that match gave him the inspiration to write the script for the famous movie,ROCKY. He wrote the script for 20 hours! He tried to sell it and got an offer for $125,000 for the script. But he had just ONE REQUEST. He wanted to STAR in the movie. He wanted to be the MAIN ACTOR. Rocky himself. But the studio said NO. They wanted a REAL STAR.

They said he "Looked funny and talked funny". He left with his script. Afew weeks later,the studio offered him $250,000 for the script. He refused. They even offered $350,000. He still refused. They wanted his movie. But NOT him. He said NO. He had to be.

IN THAT MOVIE.

After a while,the studio agreed,gave him $35,000 for the script and let him star in it! The rest is history! The movie won Best Picture,Best Directing and Best Film Editing at the prestigious Oscar Awards. He was even nominated for BEST ACTOR! The Movie ROCKY was even inducted into the American National Film Registry as one of the greatest movies ever!

And do You know the first thing he bought with the $35,000? THE DOG HE SOLD. Yes,Stallone LOVED HIS DOG SO MUCH that he stood at the liquor store for 3 days waiting for the man he sold his dog to. And on the 3rd day,he saw the man coming with the dog. Stallone explained why he sold the dog and begged for the dog back. The man refused. Stallone offered him $100. The man refused. He offered him $500. And the guy refused. Yes,he refused even $1000. And,Believe it or Not,Stallone had to pay $15,000 for the same,same dog he sold at $25 only! And he finally got his dog back!

And today,the same Stallone who slept in the streets and sold his dog JUST BECAUSE he couldn't even feed it anymore,is one of the GREATEST Movie Stars who ever walked the Earth!

Being broke is BAD. Really BAD. Have You ever had a dream? A wonderful dream? But You are too broke to implement it? Too tiny to do it? Too small to accomplish it? Damn! I've been there too many times!

Life is tough. Opportunities will pass you by,just because you are a NOBODY. People will want your products but NOT YOU. Its a tough world. If you aint already famous,or rich or "connected",You will find it rough.

Doors will be shut on You. People will steal your glory and crash your hopes.You will push and push. And yet NOTHING WILL HAPPEN.

And then your hopes will be crashed.You will be broke. Damn broke. You will do odd jobs for survival. You will be unable to feed yourself. And Yes,you may end up sleeping in the streets.
It happens. Yes,it does.

BUT NEVER LET THEM CRUSH THAT DREAM. Whatever happens to
You,Keep Dreaming. Even when they crush your hopes,Keep Dreaming. Even when they turn you away,Keep Dreaming.
Even when they shut you down,Keep Dreaming.

NO ONE KNOWS WHAT YOU ARE CAPABLE OF EXCEPT YOURSELF! People will judge You by HOW you look. And by WHAT You have.
But please,Fight on! Fight for Your place in history. Fight for your glory. NEVER EVER GIVE UP!

Even if it means selling all your clothes and sleeping with the dogs,ITS OKAY! But AS LONG AS YOU ARE STILL ALIVE,Your STORY IS NOT OVER. TRUST ME.

Keep Up the Fight. Keep your dreams and hope alive. Go gerrit.

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Why I never step in Sabina Joy.....Just another mad Kenyan...Hilarious story I tell you....

If there is anything I fear most in this country its persons of out from Karumaindo. I know some of you are members there. It’s a brothel anyway just like those massage parlours in Nairobi’s leafy suburb estates. Only that at karumaindo there is no niceties and beating around bush about massaging which at last lead to muclimbano.

Sabina Joy is located down town along Moi Avenue street. It is also known as Hall 14 by pupils of Nairobi University. I hear some finish degree when leaving in SJ. Its common to new pupils from upcountry who want to see thurari after drinking cheap liquors downtown and want to climb for less cash.

There you go when you want to climb ,bargain, pay then  ramnya. PERIOD! Either of the places you stand a chance of getting muneck and dying.

Mine is from an ordeal I went through a few years ago that always make my nyees go stomach every time I remember. Here is my story so that next time you want to climb don’t think of karumaindo.

It was around 2009. Those times I run dry of persons to climb. It’s like all persons tell each other to refuse me near their tiita. Everytime I try borrow person they give me many excuse or run away before I reach point of borrowing. Another time I drink pupil of UoN beer and meat of burnt at Magomano Tom Mboya street only for her to refuse go room for me to climb.

This and many others left me desperate for muclimbano although sometimes I go to Sabina Joy and get one shoti for 200 my thirst is not finish.

Those trappers of karumaindo are like of devil. Another day I enter there around 5 a.m morning. I had drunk with another person till 3 am only for them to run away when am so drunk. So devil enter me and I say I can’t go home without climb. I go to karumaindo and spot one. For those who have been there you know trick. First you go to urinal where you meet trappers lined up on the corridor. You keep eye contact and when you spot one you like, close for them one eye and they follow you.

I spotted one and signal her to follow. We stood at a corner and I asked ‘Leo shoti ni ngapi?’. She says 400. I tell her 200. She refuses and I say it’s not soap it will finish. I talk her bad and say am not going home with it. We settle on 300 and 100 is for room. I buy makobosto 50shs and we enter small room and she closed door. First rule when you enter room is to pay. I removed wallet and gave her 300.

I make sure she see am left with 200 in wallet so that she rub thought of stealing from me. Those days trappers there put medicine when you start to ramnya. You sleep till tomorrow and when you hear yourself you have been stolen even clothe of inside (nguo ya ndani ama ngotha).

I try to touch brookie small to warm her and she says ‘matiti ni shakula ya watoto, kama unataka romance ongesa pesa’. I stopped touching touching and remove clothes. This time she had removed all even ‘kamenyereri’ was lying on the floor. She come to touch my josto small and tear makobosto. I asked her if she give blow job and she responded ‘sirabi boro’. I knew my effort had hit stone. I make sure makobosto is rolled on my tree properly.

Moments later she jump on bed and put saliva on  hands. She then start touching tiita small to make it easy to enter. This was followed with ‘fanya haraka kuna raini inje’ statement. All this time my tree was red hot and I was almost pouring with anxiety. I join her in bed and point my josto to her kamonie. I close eyes and waited for warmth that come when one is entering for the first time. But where? My zig zag enter nyweeee like there is no brake. My josto could not feel the walls of her tiita even small.

It was like putting small spoon in a bowl. Am not saying my josto is small but the wideness was way beyond my capacity to feel warmth. It’s like when mechanics of Grogon garage try to put a big nut to a small bolt that has finished teeth. All ndae’s of that hole had finished long time ago.

I opened my eyes to see if I had entered and I see person close her eyes. I assumed that was the biggest zig that had entered her for days. Though on my part I was climbing an ocean. I tried to pump small but  nothing was coming. I removed josto small to see hole properly. Then I enter again and this time round I pump many. The trapper opened her legs 180 degrees for me to enter. She step on the wall with one leg and the other stretched to the other side of the bed.

Those days I used to eat many trappers and was familiar with their trick. First they open for you for about 3 minutes to enjoy climbing for your money. When they see you not pour like fast chicken, they start saying mbuss small small. Then she mix small mbuss with twist of her waist. Or she kuiniria for you small. If you pump for 2 more minutes without pouring she says your money has finished.

I tried to put in head all the pictures of good persons I had seen. I try to imagine I was climbing tiita of our  secretary where I work. She had a nice thutha with thuruare draw on her butt cheeks. She wear tight clothes and her camel toe made me okia small when in office. I had tried to borrow her small but I saw threat of me being rubbed job since mdosi was climbing her big time. I try imagine I was on top of her but nothing could make me pour.

Beer is of devil and all those we who drink will go to satan. I start imagining I was climbing that pupil of university who disappeared from me. I try to turn her for doggie style but she refused an said ‘mastailo pelekea bibi’. Trappers her way of making a man remove money. She told me ‘ongesa mbao nitingise kidogo’. I say I add 50 bob and she shake for me when am ramnyaring.

True to her words she tingisa and I feel good. Then she stop and tell me ‘ongesa mia nipige nduru wasikie wewe no jogoo’. I say I add her 50 bob again.This time I hear trapper start to say mbuus many.’vura vura biu vura biu giitii na mavindi’ ( translated-beat it beat it like it has no bones) then mbuss uuuh uuh aaah aaahh mmmm mami mami. That made me tighten my balls and I pour first joti.

The  trapper lay for few seconds and told me to remove josto slowly to prevent makobosto bursting. Me and my fear of muneck I remove slowly and make sure condom had not bursted. Then I roll my josto with tissue and remove makobosto. Person stand up step with one leg on the floor and the other leg step on bed and clean her tiita with tissue.

I pull up my trousers and put back my jacket ready to leave room. She told me to wait for her to wear clothes and after she finish she say we leave. The killer was when she told me ‘kama ni tamu elesa rafiki umlete kesho aonje asari’

I stepped on the corridor and felt my knees weakened from the one joti I had poured. I think its because I was too drunk or I had forced myself to pour which is unlike me. I say I urinate before I leave karumaindo so that I go home. Just when I was about to enter urinal I saw the shock of my life. This one made me refuse to go back again to eat trappers from that day. There infront of me was, my uncle bargaining with the trapper I had just climbed.

I stood for about 3 seconds still shocked and wondering what to do. Even before I could turn and hide he tapped my shoulder and told me ‘ii nimaitho ndaira kana uyu ti muriu wakwa Theuri? Kai onawe ukaga guku wauma kiarafu kunywa?‘ (Is me lost eye or did I see Theuri? Even you pass here after drunk?) I did not know what to say. Before I could give him my reason of being there he added ‘rekenjarie na momo ino, irenda Magana matatu na ndina igana rimwe. Maraya Maguire bei.Twihamwe muno wee.’ (Let me bargain with this trapper, she wants 300 and me have 100. Trappers are cheap. We meet tomorrow) then he followed that person of out.

I felt relieved and urine disappear. I enter urinal and try to force myself to remove small but out of tension nothing was coming out. I stood there till people tell me to leave I stay too much and they want to use urinal. I made up my mind to go and refuse uncle to climb. I look for him all place but he was nowhere. So I ask watchman if he seen him go upstairs to room. He say yes and I tell him we are together.

He allow me to go upstairs. I meet him standing at stairs bargaining with the trapper I had just climbed. He was standing holding her close to chest. He had lifted her skirt to waist and his hand was inserted in her thuruari. I could tell he had inserted one finger and trapper was liking it. She was also stroking his josto in trouser small which told me my uncle was not stranger  there.

I tip toed towards them and I hear her accuse my uncle of climbing many times without paying her. He was pleading for one joti and salary was near so he would pay her soon. When person see me she hide her face . This sent signal to my uncle that they were not new to each other.  I ask him if he was ok because I wanted us to go home. He say every man come on his own and I mind my business. I left them and back I hear trapper whisper to him that I climb her once that night.

That was the last day I ate trappers of karumaindo. I said bad is bad but I will not eat same hole with my uncle or family member especially if it’s for trappers. Although am not sure if he still go there but anytime we meet he tell me ‘wee wingui muno, ndikariganirwo ni wariire mumaraya wakwa wee. No ndithuemukonyo’ (you is dog. You climb my trapper. I can scratcth my mokonyo for you)

Whats your experience with trappers of Nairobi. tell us your story.

Yours truly

Theuri.

STATEHOUSE PLOTTED TO PREVENT DIKEMBE SCHEDULED MEETING WITH PRESIDENT BARACK OBAMA!!!

By Pedro Tish, PhD

The Cord fraternity is excited that Dikembe Dikembe is out after languishing in the jails. And its official from higher up in the movement, that this poster- child of Kenya’s Left wing stumping is now Jubilee first political prisoner.

Last weekend was not a pleasant one, as the entire community of lovers of freedom waited in bated breath for the release of Dikembe Disembe- the wielder of the “chaliced pen” that poisons the hearts of Jubilee fans.
And dont be fooled, it’s not because of hate speech, its because of inferiority complex wrought by a feeling of insufficiency and intellectual dwarf-hood when Dikembe’s superior logical arguments are measured against the shallow minded right wing bloggers some of them state appointees whose quotation of a book in response to George Kegoro’s Sunday Nation article was a 1990s form 4 set book Government Inspector, by Nikolai Gogol. That’s how far he gets.

Frustrated we must have been, distraught we must have felt, demoralized we must have gotten, disturbed we must have felt as we watched the justice system sink deeper into the deepest pits and most hateful forms of Jim Crow types of expression of despair and anger towards a promising young man in his early 20s. A reasonable and unprejudiced person would never impose a 5 million bail on an unemployed student. Bail is supposed to be a deterrent and disincentive to skip court dates, not a punishment. 5 million is a punishment on a person who is presumed innocent until proven guilty.

So defeated they must feel, so ashamed they must be because in the reform movement they just built a battle-hardened soldier, who came out of that jail unbowed, and was quoted by The Star as having vowed to not be derailed by the Jubilee government’s obstructionist and distractions agenda. But what they should be warned is that “when the light of God shines upon you, nothing raised against you can prosper”. Dikembe will thrive. For God knows what the truth is. God knows that Dikembe writes for the oppressed for whom Jesus said, “Happy are the oppressed, for they…..”

Never before have I encountered an ideologically suave and sound man, who at a tender age has enquired deeper into his inner conscience and consulted scrolls of writings, and arrived at an understanding of where he wants to go, and is also a very staunch patriot with a crystal clear conviction about where he wants to influence his beloved nation and generation to go.

Dikembe, the youth of substance, has already carved himself a niche among the few who have been detained and slammed with “trumped up” charges. However, as was evident with Nelson Mandela, “what doesn’t kill you, can only make you stronger”.

As they detained him, he trended, and his detractors took his platform mainstream as all media houses developed an interest in this upcoming leftwing superstar.

The stint in detention will be a hot topic of his memoir if he chooses to reveal his mistreatments as a guest of the state at that “detention camp” at Industrial area. Questions that only Dikembe can narrate, but might not at this time for fear of reprisals, still linger in our minds.

Questions like, was Dikembe tortured? Was he held in solitary confinement? Was he waterboarded? Was he frogmarched? A memoir can answer all these questions. And nobody doubts that a memoir by this left wing media sensation can be a best-seller.

Dikembe was targeted and his court date set just a few days before he was scheduled to meet US President Barack Obama at Washington DC. That's sabotage. The hate speech accusations were part of slander and sabotage by a system that is increasingly becoming paranoid as ICC tightens it's noose on its 2 notorious ICC inductees currently facing charges of murder, rape, deportation and financing of a terror network that caused the death of 1300 Kenyans and massive destruction of property.

Dikembe was recently part of an African most promising leaders’ delegation invited to wine and dine with Obama as part of the Young African Leader’s Initiative(YALI). Jubilee’s own spiritual ancestor Daniel Toroitich Arap Moi was to later be enlisted to complain about the intentions of White House in grooming this crop of young and upcoming leaders like Dikembe, who Obama believes are the cream of their generation and are the core of his agenda in stimulating the knowledge-based transformation of the African continent.
The idea of Dikembe meeting the leader of the free world- the paranoid Jubilee was so scared to handle- and trumped up charges had to quickly be instituted against him. Dikembe had for a second time in a row qualified to be among a select few of the who’s who among the African under 29s who have made a mark in leadership. Folks whom the White House is convinced hold the torch to Africa's future.

After looking at their profiles, President Obama believes that if he can mentor Dikembe and his YAKO fellows, then he can’t go wrong in his dream for a free, just and liberated Africa. Dikembe and his ilk are folks that will steer Africa towards attaining its potential in the 21st Century.

Dikembe is also not your Jubilee type of an average blogger whose only book quotations in response to George Kegoro was a late 90s Form 4 set book Government Inspector. My review of Dikembe opinion pieces be they on his FB Timeline or on this free platform where I understand he does pro Bono gives me an impression of a man who is widely read in the real books- the classics. Kenyans retrogressive right is and has reason to be jittery of a person whose library seem to boast classics like Plato’s Republic, Aristotle’s Metaphysics, Kant’s The Critique of Pure Reason, Metaphysics of Morals, and of course Nichols Machiavelli’s Discourses on Levi, The Prince and the Art of War. Dikembe’s booklist of the Classics can go on and on to the chagrin of the Establishment.

At a tender age, Dikembe has not only earned the right to wine and dine with Kings, but has also read it all and he had to be targeted. The bureaucrats don’t want you to read those kind of books in Dikembe’s library! Infact these are not books that you can buy in Harare, Beijing or Moscow. They are only a preserve of the autocratic rulers in their countries. They put you well ahead of your generation. No wonder Dikembe is setting the agenda for his peers. Dikembe is surely a once in a lifetime personality. A man on a redemptive mission. A brave man who has set himself apart. A mwanaume.

PS: Lovers of Freedom and Progress must stand with this man materially and emotionally as he wards of fun these “trumped-up” and slanderous accusations in this moral Law-Fare that will be fought in the courts.
Please visit https://fundly.com/dikembe-disembe- fundraiser and contribute towards building a warchest for this Law-Fare. Your 10, 20, 30, 100 dollar contributions can make a difference. Lets join together in warding off this wanton assault on speech freedoms that we all so cherish.


Pedro Tish, PhD is the President of Center for Political Analysis and Research.

Kaboom!!! Shocking!!! AHMEDNASIR wants Muturi OUT as Speaker! Kenya is doomed with him on the wheel!!!

Via nation.co.ke By AHMEDNASIR ABDULLAHI

When Lewis Hamilton, the British Formula 1 driver, suffered a series of misfortunes in this season’s races starting with the Monaco one, he said his misfortunes were more than just mere bad luck.

He subtly made the point that none of the accidents were attributable to his personal slip-ups. He didn’t say it but everyone knew that his finger pointed towards the higher echelons of Team Mercedes.

The misfortunes, the bad press and poor performance of the Jubilee government is not just because of bad luck and the push by a re-energised opposition.

The Uhuru Administration is not firing in all the cylinders as was projected. It is not as visionary as prayed. It is not focused and disciplined.

In the past 12 months, it has fought unnecessary wars. It has made unnecessary political enemies. It squandered many golden opportunities. And it chose the wrong priorities. All these are the least of the problems it faces.

Many Kenyans want to give the government more time. They appreciate that the learning curve for the Uhuru Administration has fairly been steep.

Uhuru’s biggest and most potent enemy is not the Opposition, the Judiciary, the civil society or Western embassies and their governments. The biggest and most lethal enemy that faces Uhuru and his government comes from Parliament under the pitiful leadership of Speaker Justin Muturi.

The government’s misfortunes are the sole creation of the new face of impunity, the Speaker of Parliament. His tenure as Speaker has been a calamitous and sacrilegious defilement of the Constitution. He has, in a mere 12 months, reduced the august House into a smouldering rubble of parliamentary tomfoolery. In a single year, he has made Parliament a rogue institution unaccountable to anyone.

He tried to destroy the Judiciary and routinely passes legislation that flouts the Constitution, all with a view to destroying devolution. He allows just a few pre-selected and pre-screened MPs on the government’s side to contribute to debate. He has silenced the Opposition.

Never has a Kenyan parliament been led by a more inept, incompetent, dull, unknowledgeable and ignorant Speaker. This is the result you get when greatness is forced on a political dwarf.

OUT OF HIS DEPTH

The burden on his shoulders makes his knees crack and give in and, as he tumbles and sinks, he will take many with him. Muturi has all the shortcomings of a man out of his depth clowning on a national stage with the Kenyan population watching in utter bewilderment.

It is not his dismissal of court orders as nonsense and idiotic that will cause the country lasting damage. It is not his dismissal of the Supreme Court’s advisory opinion as worthless that should concern Kenyans.

The Judiciary can be trusted to look after its turf and the interests of Kenyans. What should frighten Kenyans are two virulent shortcomings of the Speaker. Whether it is due to political haughtiness or deficiencies in his training as a lawyer, Muturi has a penchant for breaching the Constitution.

The House has passed countless statutes and amendments that are blatantly unconstitutional. Most of these unconstitutional amendments are designed to undermine devolution and county governments.

Playing the role of a partisan Speaker, Muturi is a hired gun in the hands of those who seek to undermine governors and county governments. He bestows -- through unconstitutional amendments -- powers, privileges and honours on Members of Parliament, Senators and the national government all with the sole intention of undermining devolution.

The second lethal shortcoming is that he is a political activist passing off as a neutral Speaker of Parliament. Even his demeanour in the Chair is repulsive.

He shrieks, shrills and hisses when giving orders. His rulings on matters of law and politics from the Chair are superficial and pedestrian. His grasp of law and parliamentary procedure are at best laughable.

But it is his partisan and small-minded moderation of parliamentary debates that should alarm Kenyans. Parliament will either shut or suffer mass boycott if Muturi is not replaced as a matter of national priority. He stifles debate.

He defines and delimits the tenor and contours of debates. He ignores the Opposition. Parliament is an empty shell!