MERU DAILY

A Picture depicting alleged sex workers. Photo/Daily Nation. My People from Meru, My Meru People, Antu ba Meru – how many times did I call you? Three times. And you know what that means: today we must talk, face-to-face, no sugarcoating. This week, Meru County has been trending in the news. Normally, we’d be celebrating – miraa in one hand, keg in the other, shouting tûrî Iguru (we are the best). But this time? We’re trending for all the wrong reasons. Salome Wairimu Muhia - Beacco is the Principal Secretary for the State Department of Correctional Services, she dropped a bombshell: Meru is now leading in HIV prevalence. Y es, my friends, we have officially snatched the crown from Nyanza. Over 22,000 Kenyans have been infected this year alone, and guess who’s topping that shameful chart? Meru. My heart breaks as I write this. Not all trophies belong in a cabinet. Some belong in the dustbin. Now, the big question: when did the rain start beating us? Let me report live from the ground. I...

Aquadel’s CEO Mr Patrick Rungu AKA Bloko Awards Hassan Kiptoo the winner of the night as Mutembei watches on. Photo/Felix Kinyua . I love surprises, honestly I do. Especially those that come wrapped in a way that not only shocks you but also sprinkles blessings on the community. This past Saturday, Gakurine-Meru was ambushed with one of those delightful shocks. Because when Aquadel moves, it’s never business as usual. These people don’t just do things—they do things in a very, very different way. Boy oh boy, if you know Bloko—the CEO himself—you already know what I mean. This man doesn’t just sit in an office. He leads from the front, sleeves rolled up, showing by example. And so, like a proper general, he marched to Gakurine to check on the progress of Aquadel’s new project: Aquadel Auto Spa Carwash . Yes, you heard that right. A carwash. But not just soap and water—this is another avenue to give young people jobs and to polish the cars of Meru until they shine like politicians during...

From Left:Mwita, Feisal, Flash and Bloko at BVB Meru. Photo/Felix Kinyua  There are friends who only remember you when they want to borrow fare. Then there are those rare friends for keeps—the kind who, when they call, you cancel Arsenal, Manchester, even your girlfriend’s movie night. Such a friend is none other than Aquadel’s CEO, Mr. Patrick Rungu, a.k.a. Bloko. Now, Sundays are sacred for me. Normally, I barricade myself indoors like a retired monk—music in the background, a random movie playing, or passionately screaming “Pass the ball, Arteta!” whenever Arsenal is busy breaking my heart. But this past Sunday, the script changed. A few minutes to 7pm, my phone lit up with that VIP ringtone I reserved for Bloko. If this man says “come,” you don’t ask questions. You just wear trousers, leave your supper unfinished, and run. Because Bloko never calls you to come discuss politics—this man means business. So, Arsenal was benched (again), and I found myself at BVB Club. When I walke...

Construction worker Working at a Construction site. Photo/Business Daily.  Listen my good people. You always accuse me of telling stories za jaba, but today’s tale is as real as your landlord’s knock at the end of the month. This is the story of a foreman — a man who thought mjengo money was a lottery jackpot. Now, let me start by saying this: I, myself, have tried mjengo. With all my degrees like a thermometer, I thought I could survive anywhere — even at a construction site. Eh, my career there lasted shorter than a TikTok video. One time a fundi told me to “bring Cobra.” I, being academically decorated, asked him which bush the snake would come out of. And that was the end of my mjengo career. Later I discovered Cobra is a tool, not a reptile. But today, it’s not about me. It’s about a foreman with manners smaller than Airtel bundles. For those who don’t know, a foreman is the guy in charge of workers at the construction site. The one who, if you trip and roll down with a bag of...

Meru Pool table players at the Aquadel Sponsored Pool Tournament at Kwa Murugi. Photo/Felix Kinyua. Ladies and gentlemen, we finally have the final cut. Nairobi opponents, this is your fair warning. And take it from me—a journalist who doesn’t need to pick sides but still enjoys poking fun at both. On Saturday, destiny spoke. Out of Makutano’s finest, eight warriors survived the battle of sticks and pockets. To not mention them would be criminal, so allow me to give free publicity to the names now haunting Nairobi dreams: Renson Muita, Peter Gatobu, Timothy Kithinji, Boniface Mutethia, Nelson Mwirigi, Francis Mutwiri, Michael Irungu, and James Mutwiri. Nairobi, these are not just names. These are your incoming problems. But Aquadel, as usual, doesn’t just sponsor tournaments—they host full-blown soap operas. First on stage: Kimathi Martin a.k.a. Kamani, Aquadel’s HR and Financial Controller. Instead of talking payslips, he schooled us on Aquadel’s journey—how they entered the market, l...

  Images of Sugarcane. A myth has it that sugarcanes should not get into a bar. Photo/Getty images. Disclaimer: No sugarcane was harmed in the making of this story. However, several egos, pool cues, and friendships at Mikocheni Base did not survive. Proceed with caution. --- The Rule Nobody Tells You My friends, there are rules in life that no school or government ever teaches you, yet breaking them comes with serious consequences. One such rule is simple: never, ever enter a bar with sugarcane. I know—it sounds like comedy. How can an innocent stick of sweetness, the village toothbrush, the poor man’s dessert, cause chaos? Sit back, let me explain. --- The Myth That Sounded Like Nonsense Last Friday, while hyping myself up for the Aquadel Drinking Water Pool Tournament , a friend whispered a myth so outrageous it could have come straight from a Nollywood script: “ Never carry sugarcane into a club. Because the moment it enters, blood must spill.” He insisted it’s the gospel truth,...

  Participants of the Aquadel Sponsored Pool Tournament. Photo/Felix Kinyua.  Haya basi, hayawi hayawi huwa. Our Swahili brothers said it best — and true indeed, the 6th of September Aquadel Sponsored Pool Tournament was nothing short of fire. Or should I say more fire🔥. We were back at Murugi’s Base for the second time, and let me just say — grandeur doesn’t even begin to describe it. At exactly 5PM, the place was packed tighter than a matatu on market day. Even Murugi herself had to run around sourcing extra chairs, and still, people ended up watching from the windows like it was a free Netflix subscription. In short, this thing was sold out before it even started. ---   The VIP Corner Guests follow the Aquadel Pool Games at Kwa Murugi’s Base.  Photo/Curtesy. As the self-declared “press” (don’t argue), my eyes were glued to the opinion makers, sponsors, and influencers who came to sip their Aquadel water while pretending not to scout the competition. Mr. Alex Mugu...