MERU DAILY

American Based Artists Chiclopz and Servant Saivonne. The duo are known locally as MwendaMwendwa.  Photo/MwendaMwendwa  If you ever wondered what would happen if American hip hop packed its bags, missed a flight to Atlanta, and accidentally landed in Meru — well, wonder no more. American-based singing duo Duo Chiclopz and Servant Saivonne, together known by the tongue-twisting but unforgettable stage name MwendaMwendwa, have officially opened talks with Kenyan artists to cook up a full album aimed at one thing only: shaking Kenyan speakers and exporting Kenyan talent abroad. And yes, this is not a drill. From Texas With Vibes For those keeping score at home, Chiclopz is no stranger to serious music credentials. He is a former member of Minds of a Different Kind (MDK) — a respected hip hop group based in Texas, USA . Translation? This isn’t your cousin who “also raps” after two bottles of soda. This is certified experience crossing the Atlantic. Meru Has Entered the Chat Heme...

Aquadel Auto Carwash and Spa located at Gakurine a few metres from Meru-Ruiri Junction. Photo/Aquadel By the time Kenyans wrap up Jamhuri Day celebrations, the country automatically shifts gears. From patriotic to party mode. December has only one agenda: eat, drink, travel to ushago, repeat. And in the middle of this beautiful chaos, I found myself doing what every responsible adult pretends to do—washing the car. But not just anywhere. I was back at Aquadel’s Carwash and Auto Spa, a few metres from Meru–Ruiri Junction, where “carwash” is merely a suggestion, not the main event. Let me be very clear, my people—Aquadel does not disappoint. This is not one of those places where you sit on a plastic chair, stare at your dusty car, and question your life choices. No. This is where your car gets pampered while you get entertained, hydrated, and spiritually restored by good vibes. And because December must December, Aquadel has decided that washing cars alone is not enough. They are lining ...

A Picture of a Popular Entertainment Group. Photo/MC Barack. My dear gossip-loving readers, today’s tea is not just hot — it’s volcanic. What happened yesterday in Meru would make even telenovela writers take notes. So, here’s the scene: popular entertainer MC Jessy called artists from across the entire Meru region — from Thuci to Ntonyiri — for a “big meeting” at a well-known hotel around Makutano. The meeting, according to the whispers of the land, was about the upcoming Meru Festival , which we can now officially call a flop because the event has been cancelled before even taking off. Artists showed up in impressive numbers — 89 in total , according to my trusted, slightly dramatic sources. They arrived early, excited and hopeful, ready for a day of planning, progress, and professionalism. Instead, what they got was: one cup of tea and a few mandazis. That’s it. A whole day. Tea. Mandazi crumbs. Heartbreak. Sources say the artists waited from morning till evening, stranded at the h...

Mann Insurance CEO, Mr.Kirimi (right) Awards the Tournament winner Mathew Kirimi (Left) As Aquadel’s CEO Mr.  Patrick Rungu AKA Bloko watches on. Photo/Felix Kinyua. My dearest readers, on Saturday I once again made my pilgrimage to the now almost officially Home Murugi’s Base . And if you missed it, kindly step aside and allow those who attended to breathe — because this wasn’t just a pool tournament. This was a cultural earthquake. Let me take you back to where the magic started. Two weeks ago, Tush AKA Farouk — a man whose phone calls rarely announce small things — reached out about a pool tournament he was coordinating with Mann Insurance . Now, when Tush says something is brewing, it’s already simmering. And true to his touch, before he could even align the match schedule, sponsors were joining like the event was giving out shares: DJ Alekkings , ready to shake the air. Aquadel Drinking Water , ready to hydrate the chaos. Ms. Felicity Mbiriri , our 2027 Women Rep hopeful, add...

  A Player takes a shot at a previous pool showdown. Photo/Felix Kinyua Ladies and gentlemen, brace yourselves — because this Saturday, November 15th, 2025 , starting at 3PM all tarmacked, murram, and dusty roads lead to one sacred destination: Murugi’s Base, just a few metres from the former DCI boss’s residence. Don’t worry, no investigations here — only good vibes, cold drinks, and plenty of action on the pool tables. The Battle of the Cue Sticks This isn’t your usual ka-base pool tournament. This is the Meru Pool Premier League, the showdown of all showdowns. On one side, eight cue-wielding warriors from Mikocheni Makutano are sharpening their shots. On the other, eight homegrown legends from Murugi’s Base are ready to defend their territory with precision, pride, and a touch of mischief. And what’s at stake? A smooth Ksh 5,000 for the winner, Ksh 4,000 for the first runner-up, and Ksh 3,000 for third place. Honestly, if you’ve ever dreamed of making fast money without join...

The Rainbird is mythically associated with summoning rain. Photo/Facebook.  Ladies and gentlemen, I, yours in truth and gossip, have come to a final conclusion: I am a rain caller. Yes, you heard me right. The universe, in its mysterious humour, has confirmed this not once, not twice, but on several occasions — I am one of those rare African souls chosen to sense the rain before the season even begins. And no, hii si story ya jaba. This one comes straight from the ancestors and a few visits to the pharmacy. You see, in Kenya, we all know the drill — two rainy seasons: short and long. We studied that in geography. But what they never told us in class is that there are people walking among us who can actually feel the rain coming. Not smell — feel.  I happen to be one of those blessed (or cursed?) few. For years I thought it was coincidence, but the signs were always there. Every time the rains are about to start, I fall sick — a proper flu that knocks me down like a bag of wet ...

  Patrons Enjoying themselves at a Bar. Photo/TripAdvisor.  Fridays mean freedom for most people — that sacred day when laptops shut early, ties loosen, and everyone suddenly remembers they have social lives. But for me, Fridays are a little different. As a digital economy worker juggling multiple gigs with my inner journalist, I usually spend Friday nights hunched over my laptop, fingers dancing on the keyboard, eyes glued to screens, surviving on caffeine and ambition. By the time others are clinking glasses, I’m usually in a Zoom meeting trying to sound enthusiastic about “synergizing deliverables” while my soul quietly begs for rest. Last Friday, however, something unusual happened. I made an exception — and how I wish I hadn’t. It was a few minutes past 11 p.m., and I had just logged out of a webinar with my boss. My mind was fried, my back stiff, and my motivation long gone. Just as I was about to surrender to the sweet embrace of sleep, my phone buzzed. It was my friend...