Some say Luo #lifestyle is a #software that comes pre installed but I think our lifestyle is something that can be #learnt.


Luo is a sub tribe in Kenya (Just incase you’re an international audience) My name is George Colllins Onyango and yes Onyango is my Luo name and it’s a name I’ve struggled so much to include in my official name tag partly because of the reputation Luo is associated with. First as a Luo, I was taught from a very young age to value pride and status no matter how poor I am and personally I believe it’s a good thing because it builds your self esteem at a very tender age. It’s really hard to meet a Luo with a low self esteem.
The best thing about being a Luo is the compassion, humility and a rare blend of status and integration. I’ll attend Luo night yes in my luxurious car but at the same time I’ll never hesitate to help a poor child who can’t go to school even if that is not my child.
The best time I felt most proud to be a Luo was when Lupita(@lupitanyongo) won Oscar’s(@theacademyawards.oscars) and when #BarackObama(@barackobama) got elected as the 44th president of the United States. These are moments that shaped, continue to shape and will shape my life. The glee I felt is immeasurable.
I like Luo culture for its music and food my favorites being Ugali and fish(Fis). Musa juma being one of the musicians whose songs are very close to my heart.
Some say Luo lifestyle is a software that comes pre installed but I think our lifestyle is something that can be learnt.
I know also the not so good side(Goons), well I don’t know where this category comes from but as a person and if you talk to those people who know me, you’ll understand that I’m not a violent person and the same is true for the many Luos I know. Being Luo is all about being humble, cool, assertive and above all romantic. I love #Kenya, I love my culture, I love being #Luo, I love unity. (#instagramseries) This is my first story in a long series of covering all the more than 42 tribes in Kenya. Hope you’ll enjoy.

Comment the one thing you like about Luos..
#nairobikenya

Random thoughts


Just before I started writing this article, I got a call from my mother asking me how am fairing with school. Well, as every one else would say, I replied I was fine. Genuinely speaking, I’m not! I’m tired, stressed and passionate to make this life better. I understand that this can’t be a single man’s Job, but am lazy, meaning taking shortcuts is my way of doing things. I want to leap frog 20 years ahead. I want to have a kind of wisdom that only a 80 year old me would have. I want to learn everything in this World. I want to be exposed to the darkest of secrets in this planet and yes I want to remain Young and naive and innocent.

This is my aspiration. I aspire to intelligence and am motivated by the need to think Differently. On 31st December 2018,I gave Christ a Chance. Days after that I got a revelation, a need to lead;that said I launched my Gubernatorial candidacy awareness. Three months down the line, I’ve been exposed to so many challenges and insights one being the need to think Differently. It was a lot to take in the first four weeks, but now it’s become my daily cup of coffee. I find reading and waking up and listening to Ted enjoyable. Even during my full time daily Job, I find myself listening to podcast along side my daily tasks. I have laid my hands on three issues of the End of and frankly speaking am proud of the aisle 2019 is taking me on.

But here is the sad part, exposure to so much knowledge opens your mind to things you’d rather not know. It opens your heart to hatred and anguish. It makes you cry sometimes. You feel a huge burden to make the knowledge you’ve learnt into use but still at the end of the day you feel like you haven’t done enough. Witnessing ordinary citizens getting manipulated and brainwashed by governments, Politicians, religious organizations and corporations is heartbreaking. On the silence of my midnight rest on the bed, all I agonize and crack my head about is what more can I do. Was launching my candidacy the wisest choice? What if it’s not in line with God’s calling? What if God wanted me to be something else? Am never sure, no one , not even the articles, books and the websites I read can give me that answer. That answer can only be found deep inside my heart.

Mother’s love


What a journey it has been, I can’t imagine two decades have just passed and yet her unceasing love has not decreased a dime. In fact compared to my younger years, I feel that love more now than ever. There are some days I acted stupid, somedays I didn’t accord her the respected she needed. Do you know how I felt on those days? I felt pathetic, I felt lost, I felt unworthy of love and I found it hard to say sorry for all the wrongs I did.

The journey is still crystal clear in my memory. It was   the year 2006 and it’s the year she shaped the man I am today. It was on this year that she took me on more than 10 trips. Memorable of which was to my grandmother. As any other young person would feel, I was extremely happy. That night I didn’t even sleep well. And the day before I cleaned my best travel outfit. On the D-day, we woke up pretty early than usual, we cleaned up and set off to the road to board a matatu. By then we didn’t have the cosy matatu we have nowadays. They were old, rugged, piled up and slow. To reach grandma, we had to board three of these. On our last ride we just had to sit in the boot of a old fashion probox car. The roads were dusty then and with a light shower, the roads could flood a lot.

But as a child I didn’t feel much, all I wanted was to reach grandma’s place and have fun and fun it was for the one week I was there. We pruned trees together, went to the local market together, cooked together, fetch water together and she told me very many stories about how she grew up, cultural stories and how the men of her time were so different from us. She even taught me how to eat because trust me as a child, I was the weakest thing you could think of. She’s long gone now and her spirit lives on in my mum because she’s no different from her, they both look alike and my mum also love telling me stories even at this old age.

It’s an art I would one day like to pass on to my kids, just as my mum have passed them on to me. She’s the most hardworking person I know. Despite not having much education, that woman have supported us all the way. Just a small scale cereal seller in one small market back in Siaya. Yet she paid for my education and still pays for my rent and still insists that I should go back to school and pursue masters. I want to continue learning but I fear for her, I fear for her sacrifice. I ask myself where will you get that kind of cash? But her response has always been the same-I worship an awesome God in heaven. And her God really is a God. My mum prays everyday before sleep, she prays for everyone in the family and a great part of my life can be attributed to her prayers.

She taught me that my son no matter what life throws at you, never ever forget the place of God in Your life. She has a habit of making jokes about her life, that one day she’ll be gone and  I’ll need someone to hold on to and when that time comes forget everything I ever taught you but remember there’s a God in heaven. Her prayer made my dad survive TB, made my family survive the worst hunger crisis in our life. A Christmas where the joy of Jesus is celebrated with porridge from morning to evening..

Even in my date life, many of the women I have been serious with reflect at least two of these virtues in my mum and I’d say that it’s not a coincidence but God and Days ahead I’m going to find that woman that portrays the same values that my mother has.

I want to say thank you mum. I want to thank you for teaching me how to stand for my sisters and women. I want to thank you for teaching me humility and compassion. I want to thank you for teaching me hard work and equal treatment of all people under this beautiful planet. I am because you are and you’re because grandma was. And in all these, I thank God for that awesome master plan in Jeremiah 29:11.. Even though she didn’t have an opportunity to see it, I want to tell you that her spirit lives on, her promise and dream is still alive and strong in me.

I may not know much about your mum but with all humility friend, she played a role in you being the person your are now and she deserves to know that. Let’s carry the spirt of our mothers on. Thank you and may the same God who blessed my grandma bless you too.

Guaranteed Income (Free Money)


I would implement the universal basic income of Kshs. 10000 a month, that’s is Kshs 120,000 a year, for every Nairobian adult aged 23 and above. This is the reason why, at 23 many people have graduated and do not have jobs and many right now are undergoing a stage I call life crisis. Where they feel like school was all for nothing. Worry no more with Collins being your Governor.

This money will be given independent of one’s sex, education, work status or any other determinant. It will enable people to pay their rents, stay healthy, care for their loved ones and have hope of a better future. Other than any regular increases to keep up with the living standard, any alterations will require approval from the county assembly.

It will be illegal to lend or borrow against one’s universal basic income.

Guaranteed income will definitely grow the economy and increase County’s labor force. Putting money into people’s pocket and not taking it away will be a great boost and support to job and economic growth.

Problems to be solved…

1. Close to half the population of Nairobians live below the poverty line.
2. Good jobs are few and Nairobians are working hard for very little pay.
3. It is important to Nairobians of all walks of life.
4. Many Nairobians are doing jobs they didn’t even study for just because they have to survive. This leads to discouragement hence low productivity.
5. We have a lot of positive social activities that Nairobians could engage in but they can’t because of lack of cash. For example volunteering in community activities, visiting the sick in hospitals or children in children’s home.

Goals to be achieved…

1. Stop poverty in the most direct way possible : giving Nairobians money
2. Take Nairobi to a People Centred kind of economy( a type that focuses on people’s well being)
3. Give people the freedom to innovate and contribute to society (No human is limited – Eliud Kipchoge)
4. Firing up the economy by giving income to those most likely to spend it wisely.

As Governor, I will….

Implement the guaranteed Income of Kshs. 10, 000 a month for Nairobians aged 23 and above for us to share in the fruit of our hard work in contributing to this new economy.

‘I’m now convinced that the simplest approach will prove to be the most effective – the solution to poverty is to abolish it directly by now a widely discussed measure :The guaranteed Income ’
Martin Luther King Jr., 1967.

‘We should explore… Universal Basic income so that everyone has a cushion to try new ideas ’
Mark Zuckerberg(Facebook Founder)

“Creating a world where Guaranteed Income is our foundation would go a lot further towards equality between the sexes, for in doing so we acknowledge that the work of the home is real, and we free women from the economic constraints that childbearing has come to bear upon us, much more than our male counterparts”
Nicole Sallak – Anderson

Police Brutality in Kenya 🇰🇪


Am inside the library basement, browsing through the internet and I’m shocked by a video clip of four police officers brutally beating a University student for his constitutional right to Pickett. For lovers of Twitter, #jkuatlivesmatter is among the top five Trending hash tags of today.

My personal opinion
This act is utterly inappropriate, not to mention that it’s painful to the student. When I watched the clip, I had tears down my cheeks and pictures myself being the one or maybe my brother. I’ve been part of two campus strikes in my entire life, and to be honest, the experience is fun. In fact, student don’t get the need of rioting if police officers aren’t going to show up. However, the experience is risky, tear gas canisters, rubber bullets, up and down reckless runs. You don’t want to find yourself in any wrong side of either happenings. I’ve seen friends getting shot, professionally though.

It’s the role of the police to restore order appropriately and it’s also the role of a picketter to Pickett within the bounds of the law.

I detest the action and the manner the police handled that unlucky student. However, we must not fail to take into account the prior orders before that. The fact is, incidents like those happen in literally every strike, lucky for us, that was captured on a camera.

Students have the habit of provoking security officers and trust me it even gets worse if an office was on the other side of the student. The difference is, students are not trained and that’s why they many times will act stupid but I won’t say the same of security officers.

Going forward, what can we do to exercise our rights peacefully and for the officers to be there to ensure our protection?
Here is a couple of suggestions I’d recommend :
1. Officers should expect the unexpected. This will set them in mood making them have a thick skin for provocations.
2.Plan ahead. Most protests issue notices days before the actual protest. This time is given to allow both the protesters and the security forces to plan before time to ensure safety of both civilians and the officers themselves.
3. Understanding. Students are suppose to understand their rights and the bounds set to exercise them and at all times to strive to stay within those bounds
4. Finally, we are all humans, we all feel pain. Let’s be Compassionate about one another and treat each other gently. We all want to live to see tomorrow, not in pain but in peace.

As the trends continues, comrades from Jomo Kenyatta University of Science and Technology should understand that we’re together in this quest for better living.