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WANTAM — But Who Will Lead the Change?

It’s been a while. A moment of silence, reflection, and resilience. Lets start by wishing our readers HAPPY MADARAKA DAY!!! Sometimes, just being present—juggling life, parenting, work, and the chaos of social media—is a full-time job. Connecting with some of you over the past months has been one of the highlights of this journey. But let’s be candid—it hasn’t been easy. Learning to accept ourselves, and allowing others to do the same, especially in public spaces like this one, takes courage. And as we try to live, laugh, and love…people are dying. Yes—dying in our hospitals, more than is expected, more than is acceptable. We keep asking the same questions, raising the same issues. But it seems our leaders have grown immune to the cries of their people. Let’s talk about the audacity of it all—County Cabinet Secretaries willing to hand over county payrolls to the National Government. Is this not the same Constitution that gave power to the people through devolution? Now they want to cen...
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The Gem We Know, The Gem We Ignore

 As a county, we know what we have— The Congo of Kenya! A land rich in resources, yet exploited and used. Our cries of injustice echo through time, but deep down, we know—our tears of exploitation are of our own making. We have forgotten a simple truth: a community must be built by us, not for us. Time and again, I am reminded of the smallest unit of a community— the family. If it is broken, if trust and structure within it cannot hold, then what hope do we have? What future do we build? Generations continue to be trapped in cycles of poverty and misery , not because we lack potential, but because we have refused to take responsibility for our own growth. The Rise and Fall of a Visionary I am looking for the founder of New Generation. A man whose name may no longer be spoken in pride, but whose impact cannot be erased. Despite the fall, he deserves a round of applause. Many know his story—how he built men, inspired businesses, and touched the lives of both men and women alike. H...
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Ubuntu Reimagined: Building a Future from Home

 I sit here surrounded by family—my pillars, my safe haven. The year's struggles fade for a moment, replaced by the comfort of the basic unit: family. It’s in this simplicity, this unity, that I find clarity. Parenting is no small task; it’s the duty of raising a generation that will carry the weight of what we’ve failed to fix. In the old days, boys learned from men, and girls learned from women. Lessons weren’t left to chance; they were deliberate, definitive, woven into the fabric of daily life. But that fabric tore when the Kaburus—colonial opportunists—introduced us to their way of life. We took their systems, their charades of democracy, and left behind something more sacred: Ubuntu . The idea that I am because we are. Now, it’s every man for himself, and we see the results—a fractured society where unity feels like a relic of the past. Take a moment to consider the impact of our choices. While we dream of national change, our cradle—the county—crumbles. How real is this figh...
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The Chronicles of Taita Taveta: A Journey Through Laughter, Pain, and Unwavering Hope

 Over time, Voice of Taita Taveta has become a platform where we speak truth, no matter how uncomfortable, using humor to soften the blows and pain that remind us of what’s at stake. From corrupt county assemblies to the silent shadows of missing sons, we’ve explored the highs and lows of our beloved Taita Taveta. Yet, one theme that continues to stir emotions is that of the "King with Two Hearts." This metaphorical king, our leader, plays a game of contradictions: on one hand, his heart beats for the people’s promises, but on the other, it quietly pulses for personal gain. We’ve seen this duality in action as leaders champion change, but their actions betray the people they swear to serve. The story of Taita Taveta is one of unresolved promises. Our land, once fertile and abundant, is slowly being taken away, and we face a choice: to reclaim it or let it slip through our fingers, as we have seen happen time and time again. Teita Estate’s sale of 3,000 acres gives us an oppo...
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RUNAWAY REBEL

 As I closed the heavy castle gate, I could still hear my head ringing. I turned my back and leaned on the gate; I could feel blood trickling down my left chest. The arrow was still stuck there. I looked at it and saw it moving weakly, just as my heart did. I closed my eyes, then broke the protruding arrow stem with my right hand, leaving the arrowhead buried deep in my left heart. As I walked toward my castle, I could hear the laughter of happy people within. I looked at the wound—it had healed, but the arrowhead still remained. I had to put on a brave face, but the pain was unbearable. Yet, I wanted that pain to stay, for I never wanted to forget what I had felt over the past two days. Two days earlier, I had been standing in one of my towers, gazing down at the forest. My heart was steady, my people contented, and I believed I had all I needed. But as I stood there, a figure moved through the trees, and suddenly, something stirred within me. I felt an unfamiliar pulse in the lef...
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Reclaiming Our Future: Remembering Family Values and Holding Leaders Accountable Without Fear

 Finally, the rains are here, and with them, the beauty of Taita’s land ripens. The once-dry earth has transformed, and the bright orange of "Mchrismas" tree  signal a new season of hope. The fertile, untilled land stands green, alive with potential. But as we gaze upon the lush scenery, we are reminded that much of our land has been taken away. We could spend time blaming our forefathers for what happened, but what’s past is past. The question now is: What are we going to do about it? Teita Estate is selling off 3,000 acres of land, and we are told we have first priority. This is our chance. Those of us who can, should buy as much land as possible—because it’s in these lands that true wealth resides. This is not just about land; it’s about securing our future. A word of advice from the ancient to the young: if we let this land slip through our fingers again, we won’t blame the past; we will blame ourselves. Tukutane Mruru , it says. But there’s a growing concern: some neigh...
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Silent Shadows: The Torment of the Missing and the Pain of Those Left Behind

 How many times have we turned a blind eye simply because the hurt hasn’t hit close to home? When it’s someone else’s son who’s missing, someone else’s grief that fills the air, how quickly do we look away? It’s hard times in the mill, my son. Hard times in the mill! Hustling, grinding, struggling just to make ends meet. The mill turns, and each day I’ve ignored so much—ignored the cries of those who lost sons and brothers, thinking, “Not my family.” I thought I understood pain. But when did I begin to forget the pain that belongs to others? When the Gen Z revolution died down, the culprits stood up and said, “We concede.” And the country rejoiced. We cheered as if the mere admission meant an end to our suffering—as if it erased the missing faces. But it’s hard times in the mill, my son. Painful times. Painful times in the mill! And while we celebrated, mothers, fathers, and families waited in a silence heavier than grief. Sons gone, vanished into the darkness, leavin...
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The Keyboard Revolution: TL Elder and the Power of Social Media in Kenya

 Social media—it began as a simple platform for connection, a place to share photos and catch up with friends. But it has evolved, turning into something far more powerful. Today, it’s a digital battleground where ideas are exchanged, revolutions are sparked, and powerful voices emerge. Kenya is no stranger to this shift, where hashtags and threads are now shaping the country’s political and social discourse, bringing both those in power and those who seek accountability into the same virtual arena. Social media has shown its power to unite voices from all walks of life. Here, we’ve seen giants brought to their knees and underdogs rise, all with the power of a tweet or a shared video. For every victory, there’s a shadow—a reminder of those who dared to speak out, paying dearly for their courage. Some have faced abduction, while others have vanished, their voices silenced. In the midst of this revolution, there stands a man—bold, unwavering, yet quick to deflect any credit....
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Together for Taita: Igniting Change and Uplifting Our Community on X

 As Kenya navigates one of the most choreographed political moves by Zakayo—Abraham, as he calls himself, the "father of the nation"—it seems this Abraham has yet to hear the Lord's voice. He hasn’t seen the sheep, but he’s already made the sacrifice. Kenya Kwanza stands at the edge of a precipice, teetering towards chaos. Deputy Gachagua claims to be a truth-sayer, but his politics have only fueled division. His angry rhetoric, tinged with revenge, seems to forget that he no longer represents just one region but all of Kenya. Leadership demands more than divisive speeches—it calls for unity and vision, something he has sorely lacked. In our motherland, Taita Taveta, a different revolution is stirring—not in the political arenas but among us, the people. Taitas on X, the revolutionaries ready to risk their lives for change, are stepping forward. We might not all agree on the leaders we’ve chosen, but leadership should never be about bias. It should be about lifting t...
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Open Letter to Governor Mwadime (Wakujaa): The Pain of Broken Promises and Lack of Accountability

  Greetings, Bwana Gavana Wakujaa We have watched silently as you lied to us, much like your counterpart in the National Government. Promises that have not been kept, as you danced on car hoods singing, "tararaa eee ni Mwadime, tararaa eee ni Mwadime" . We saw a future full of promises. We hoped and dreamt that money lost would be recovered, and looters would be prosecuted! But as of today, nothing has happened, and people are asking— in whose hands are we safe? The state of the county is dire. If we don’t ask questions, the future generation will blame us. And if you don’t answer questions asked by the public, what are you portraying? We have sent emails to your office requesting information—public information—but nothing so far, not even an acknowledgment of receipt. Eishh ! That’s rude, Abooh! How do you keep your employers waiting for answers? Let’s talk about the state of our health facilities. Taveta Hospital is in total darkness, Moi Hospital we don’t eve...
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