MERU DAILY

One of the participants at the concluded Aquadel’s Carwash and Auto Spa Carwash Darts tournament featuring Aquadel and Menandi 51 Social Club. Photo/Felix Kinyua. There are weekends when life insists you stay indoors, recharge your batteries and pretend adulthood is enjoyable. Then there are Aquadel weekends. Now my dear readers, it has been quite some time since I last showed up at a proper social event. Not because I suddenly became holy or anti-fun, but because most weekends have found me somewhere on the road, busy showing my new love just how beautiful Meru is. That story deserves its own chapter. Today, however, let us focus on another love affair... my ever-growing relationship with Aquadel Carwash and Auto Spa, Gakurine. You see, I firmly believe in the old saying that all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. Fortunately, my name is not Jack, and dullness has never been listed among my personal qualifications. Last weekend, courtesy of an invitation from my good friend and A...

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...