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A human being’s first instinct is survival. You cannot fight for Kenyans when you are dead. Give kasmuel a chance to tell you his story. I know the story but its not mine to tell. Many times we smile for the cameras but deep inside is alot of pain....

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Joseph Ndaru1 year ago

You are a Kisii conman that joined the opposition leaders hoping they'd give you the microphone. When they didn't, you went back to your sender Who happens to be Mr Butcher, Ruto! That's where you belong nigga!!

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Mc Moyi1 year ago

Let Kasmuel be who he is. We are yapping a lot yet no one sent him to the street to represent the people. Wachaneni na mtoto ya wenyewe madoggy nyinyi. Alikusaliti kwani ulikua na agreement na yeye. Alaaaa🥺

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Morara Kebaso1 year ago

Surely

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American Stories Network2 years ago

Test your limits, face your fears, and see who comes out on top. 🚀 Surviving Mann delivers heart-pounding action every episode! #SurvivingMann #Fearless #NavySEALs #SpecOps #TacticalTraining

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Kachwanya1 year ago

The problem with some of these young GenZ leaders, they are looking for validation and afraid of being criticized. To be leader you just need to do what you believe in and ignore any criticism which come with it.... go out and fight for the people and forget about the validation and ignore those criticizing you without basis

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Kenyan_Mbogi🇰🇪♐1 year ago

Peleka injili yako huko

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Osoro Mabuka1 year ago

A lot of truth from this guy. I reserve my brains not to follow the norm - This X has double standards, which are very dangerous.

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Simple Bass1 year ago

You're the most inconsistent imposter I have ever witnessed in Kenyan politics. Your intention is to create confusion, and eventually divide. Whoever's funding your antics ajue the waters are seemingly not shallow. Mtashangaa

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#JusticeForAlbertOjwang'Now1 year ago

Hii propaganda peleka mbali Na huyu jamaa wa biceps mwambie aende mbali sana Dagoretti hatupulizi vilipuzi. Yeye na KJ tofauti ni eti anaenda gym

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Unspoken Reality Ke1 year ago

A lot of bile and hatred from people that are not doing anything to change the situation, come elections they'll still vote in the same old-crooked politicians. Damned if you do, damned if you don't.

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Casemiro1 year ago

Nobody forced you to fight for Kenyans,Kasmuel decided to join the oppressors.

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