How Do I Know She Is the One?
Voices. You realize that there so many voices to listen to, take our country Kenya for example, you realize that there are so many tribes and very few Christians. What voices are…
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Voices. You realize that there so many voices to listen to, take our country Kenya for example, you realize that there are so many tribes and very few Christians. What voices are…
Katoo vs Lalaito Sitting MP Katoo Ole Metito narrowly beats Kajiado South MP aspirant John Lalaito in an online poll created by the Loitokitok website on 1st March 2017. The major…
The Loitokitok website is back. After going slow for quite a while, it has revamped with a sleek new design and UI meant to improve appearance and user interaction. The site was…
‘Is the Bible The Word of God?’ This was a question that bombarded my brain after someone asked me to prove why it is His word and not just accounts of humans finding a deity. He…
When exactly does one say they are rich? Or what defines being rich? I mean, the rich should be happy? They should be free, they should mingle and dance in the rain. They should…

Are you gay? Do you perform sex before marriage? Well, are you a drunkard? Or have you conned someone? Wait, do you love gossip? That it has become part of your lip? Maybe the…

‘Mary is a whore The so-called praise and worship leader Is morally depraved, filthy and full of murk. Yet she is at the altar every Sunday Crying to God and speaking in tongues…
I tabulated the cost of sinning Against the cost of doing good The cost of slander, hate and depravity Against the cost of forgiveness, love and goodness I had to buy drugs to get…
What gives me great satisfaction in life is to post daily on Christian platforms, these include Instagram, Facebook and WhatsApp groups. I don’t feel like I have done enough if my…

I always thought I got it all As am responsible for my rise and fall I always thought I directed my trajectory And who and what influenced my life story I was so full of myself…

Then Abram laughed, his face down Struck with bewilderment and in awe ‘Lord, are you being sarcastic?’ ‘How can a man my age get a son?’ Then I laughed, my eyes gazed at the sky…
Sometimes God, everything seems plastic As the guilt from my sin feels drastic Am yoked to all that is evil Am buried to all that digs like a weevil And the devil implants into me…
I still write every week, on purpose, faith and building where you are.