The Bahatian

Growing up, if there were those in society I revered, then it could be the men and women of collar. Those were days of mainstream churches before mushrooming of kiosk like churches that are more of personal enterprises than spiritual nourishment centers.  Back in the day, the men of collar were more visible than female clergy, and they led very simplistic if not humble lives. They could walk or cycle distances just for the passion of the gospel. Unlike their contemporaries today who drives fuel guzzlers, or can't do a kilometer long walk. The old generation of clergy was classic of sorts, their down to earth living is what would be associated with poverty. The misconception then was serving a calling meant forsaking everything to do with material wealth for the illusion of heavenly riches. If you then noticed their children, you'd mostly likely revere them the way you did their fathers. The notion here is their children were grounded in high moral upbringing livi...

Have you listened to a motivational speaker and kept on nodding in agreement as false hope was being sold to you? How did you feel when your eyes opened to the reality and that hope fizzled out quickly? Have you attended those so called seminars or listened to drivels of one passing as a financial expert telling you of ways you can make that financial breakthrough in a short time and be financially independent? Well, many have paid 'facilitation' fee to realize they gullibly bought false hopes. Take my recent example, for instance. Someone broached to me this idea of making it big in poultry rearing with little startup capital. The idea sounded so good, but the skeptical me refused to buy it. I'm the kind that loves to ask the hard questions. First, let me walk you down that idea. All it needed was Sh2000 as startup capital. With this I was to buy day old layer chicks each at Sh100. That's 20 layers in total. And as they came of age, I'd be assured of th...

When I met Gikara, a time he wanted to share some insights with me, after many of his attempts to reach Wamakothi, who by this time had blocked him, he told me something startling. Wamigunda and Wamakothi were not the only ones who overnight had changed and developed a hostile attitude towards him, but some of his other known friends. Each time he reached out for help, some immediately began to give him unsolicited investment advice he never asked for. How do you tell a hungry man to invest in a food business with zero capital injection and stock to start with in order to fend for himself? In some instances, he'd tell them to cut their crap and answer either yes or no to his request, not make him look like a pitiable beggar that first had to be humiliated before given that soft loan he was looking for. He told me a truth many don't know. Not everyone is cut for business. Not everyone is cut for employment. He had tried business as a side hustle while still employed ...

If there is anything that gives the current crop of political leaders in office the Achilles heel, then its the Gen Z youths. Note how they mobilize, online and organically on the ground. No mobilization funds spent the way the old guard of leaders are accustomed to. No hired buses to ferry them to meeting points, unless where it becomes necessary to crowd fund for out of town rendezvous points. The "Tuko Kadi" slogan that surfaced the other day caught the politicians off guard, with even the State House digital strategist, Denis Itumbi, chancing on it and trying to steal the narrative and twist it to mean Kenyans "Wako Kadi" with president Ruto by trying to highlight Ruto's development record, but Kenyans, as usual, landed on him and politicians aligned to the government using the slogan by telling them they lacked creativity and were trying to hijack a movement that's not theirs. Tuko Kadi aims to mobilize young voters to register in numbers, a...

You are in that social media group and you see a spike of posts where the demise of someone is being announced. Whereas its not uncommon to use social media platforms to convey such messages to the public, there's this common trend of total strangers unknown to the bereaved families being the heralds or bearers of sad news without the affected families approval. We live in era of instant communication, and such posts, when reshared, amplifies the message to a wide audience such that close family members of the deceased, who may be living far, gets to know firsthand of it before calling home to confirm same. That said, funerals in Kenya seems important during electioneering time or premature campaigns where incumbents and aspirants alike uses them to drum support or market their candidacies. Think of that free organic crowd of mourners. No funds spent in mobilization. No logistics headache. No invite of sorts. Just gatecrashing with pomp, with a mounted loudspeaker in fu...

He was a jovial man, generous to a fault. He had worked with a big organization for years, until one day when his troubles began. One morning, as usual, he drove to the workplace. If something was wrong, like an ominous hanging cloud, he should have read it from the security guard's face as he raised the barricade bar to allow him to pass through. As he walked into his office, where he held the level of a senior officer but not the superior one rank, he could feel a kind of change in the atmosphere. Silent stares from staff. Was something wrong? He was about to find out. He settled in his swivel chair behind the mahogany desk. There was a letter waiting for him at the desk. He read it three times in total disbelief. His heart racing. Face pale. Breath almost suspended. He had been fired! No warning. Not that notice giving him like a month or two weeks notice of intention to terminate his terms of employment. No usual counselling that employees were put through when the ...