Lewis T. Muriera @muriera

@PeteroGoez @sholard_mancity This new Safaricom app feels like an upgrade into confusion. My saved school fees details vanished like mist, and past paybills are now a myth. Was this an update or a prank?

Mr. President @WilliamsRuto, I hear you. We cannot keep importing cement when we have limestone. That part is common sense. But allow me to introduce the villain you did not mention: energy. Cement is not “stones”. Cement is stones plus chemistry plus a controlled furnace of about 1,450°C, running continuously, with predictable power, predictable fuel, predictable logistics, and predictable financing. When energy is expensive or unreliable, every bag becomes a national penalty, even if your limestone is sitting politely in the ground, doing nothing but being “patriotic”. This is why countries end up importing cement or clinker, not because they hate their own rocks, but because they are importing what their industrial system cannot supply cheaply and consistently: heat, stability, scale, and confidence. It is also why “local content” speeches sometimes end up as imported content in a different wrapper. Here is the uncomfortable part. Our infrastructure was designed to move raw things out, not to power factories at scale. So decolonising infrastructure is not a hashtag. It is the boring work of making industrial power cheaper, making supply chains predictable, and setting standards that reward performance and durability rather than old purity myths. And then we must get smarter. Africa will not win cement wars by shouting “limestone”. We will win by reducing the clinker burden, cutting embodied energy, and using the mineral gifts we already have across this continent to make high performance binders that fit our energy reality. Quietly, that is the direction Eco Concrete Ltd is building toward, a green, Pan-African cement logic that is African in ingredients, African in standards, and African in purpose. So yes, explain the stones. But also explain the electricity bill. If you want the longer argument on why Africa’s infrastructure keeps producing dependency, here is my book: amazon.com/Decolonising-A… And if you want to see what “less fire, more engineering” looks like in practice, here is the @ecoconcreteUG Eco Concrete Ltd Green Cement Project brief: ecoconcrete.co.ug/EcoConcrete-Gr… @Kenyans

When a man is beaten in his own land, it is more than bruises, it is the echo of a nation that lost its way. At the crossroads, we must return to the ancient paths and ask: where did we sell our souls? From shops to hardware, from small plants to factories, foreigners mix our raw sweat while locals are pushed aside. Just as Isaiah warned, our fields are stripped, our dignity laid waste by strangers. This is not business, it is bondage. Completely out of order.

Thrones built on blood cannot stand forever. They kill without flinch, erase tomorrow’s hope, and call it order. Vampires in power, rattled by truth, feeding on the weakness of the masses. Yet the Spirit whispers: dawn will break, chains will fall, hope will breathe again. May God arise.

Two weeks later, condolences zinakuja. Lakini ukweli ni huu: kwanza lazima tutaje uovu uliofanywa kwa raia wasio na hatia. 💔 Vijana waliangushwa bila huruma, wakisimama tu kutetea sauti yao. Hatua inayofuata? Kushirikiana na jumuiya ya kimataifa kufichua ukweli, nani alitoa amri, nani alisimama tayari kufunga midomo kwa risasi. Pole ni muhimu, lakini haki ndiyo heshima ya kweli.

We saw the road to Jericho again. Not in scripture, but in Tanzania, where blood cried louder than silence. The priest passed. The Levite crossed. Governments watched and chose the shadows. But the Good Samaritan still lives, in those who refuse to look away. Today, we stand with Tanzanian families. We weep like Elisha, who foresaw Hazael’s cruelty, pregnant women torn, destinies undone. So it was in Tanzania: youth silenced, futures erased. History will not forget. Neither will we. Let our mourning be memory. Let our memory be justice. #TanzaniaMassacre

We saw the road to Jericho again. Not in scripture, but in Tanzania, where blood cried louder than silence. The priest passed. The Levite crossed. Governments watched and chose the shadows. But the Good Samaritan still lives, in those who refuse to look away. Today, we stand with Tanzanian families. We weep like Elisha, who foresaw Hazael’s cruelty, pregnant women torn, destinies undone. So it was in Tanzania: youth silenced, futures erased. History will not forget. Neither will we. Let our mourning be memory. Let our memory be justice. #TanzaniaMassacre

@usembassytz This message comes late, but still, it matters. We've wept until no tears remained. We wept for silenced youth, for futures erased. How can we not speak of this, Tanzania? May every tear echo where bullets tried to silence. #Tanzania

@Mkainerugaba_ 🇺🇬 Dear General, the Kenya coastline isn’t up for grabs like a roadside mango. You chose the Tanzanian 🇹🇿 pipeline and Kenya 🇰🇪 moved forward in peace. But now claiming Kenya’s coastline feels like asking for a refund on a route you didn’t take.

@amerix A Kenyan is a walking proverb. He’ll fast for 40 days, then queue for a bribe. He’ll mourn with you, then meme your pain. He’s generous, gullible, genius. He forgives too fast, remembers too little. He’s not easy to define, but impossible to ignore.

@Adam_FaithfulM I AM

@Kenyans Claiming the Indian Ocean without naming a coastline is like saying ‘I own the sky’ but forgetting to mention which cloud. Is it Somalia’s, Kenya’s, or Tanzania’s shore he’s eyeing, or just the waves in general?

@Retweet_tablike 💯 No alarm will ever ring for your breakthrough. This photo says it louder than words.

Recognize the Tanzania Massacre — Launch an Independent Investigation - Sign the Petition! c.org/v5jsBRZhHY via @ChangeOrgKE #TanzaniaMassacre

A soldier without a bullet proof is a dead man that is still moving

Democracy dies in silence ✌️

@kaylaperrin @AP Intersex people deserve dignity and protection, like everyone else. But their existence doesn’t redefine marriage, it highlights the need for compassion, not confusion. Let’s not conflate biological complexity with ideological agendas.

Wakili, may Mama continue resting in peace 🙏🏽. Your gesture is noble and painfully familiar. Families go broke chasing cancer treatment abroad 🇮🇳. The govt must do more to support them. Most cancers here aren’t genetic, they’re in what we consume . KEBS & other responsible agencies must be in the spotlight.

Absolutely, my friend. Art is the echo of eternity in our bones. It’s how we remember beauty, how we survive sorrow. CS Lewis said it best: “If the whole universe has no meaning, we should never have found out that it has no meaning...” We cry at a song not because it’s sound, but because it touches something eternal. Yet even with all this beauty, we hear but don’t understand, we see but don’t perceive. Unless the Lord opens our eyes— who will?

My friend, pause for a moment. Crisis may bring clarity, but clarity without humility can still miss the truth. You say gods are man-made. But consider this: what separates us from chimps, our closest kin - is not intellect, tools, or language. It’s worship. Chimps can mimic many things, but they cannot bow. They cannot revere. They cannot pray. We, on the other hand, are wired to worship. Even before colonizers brought their books, my African ancestors were already lifting their eyes to the heavens, naming the divine, offering sacrifice, singing to the unseen. Not because they were told to, but because something deep within them knew: we are not the source of our own breath. So yes, we evolve. But evolution doesn’t erase the eternal. It only sharpens our longing for what transcends us. Let me leave you with this from C.S. Lewis: “You may forget that you are at every moment totally dependent on God.” And that, my friend, is the truest clarity of all.