Bomer Kip 🇰🇪

How Africans are conquering Europe and America by firing bullets. Simple bullets.

Let me tell you something, When your penis goes flaccid whenever you wear a condom, it means, • You are still a boy, not mature for sexual intimacy • You have a flaccid mental frame • You are dick-driven, excited by pleasure, and your goal is to secrete seminal fluid An erection is a command to lead. The propensity to fall flaccid, or fail to sustain an erection, is an indication that you are heading into a battlefield already as a loser. Listen, A man decides, mentally, when to erect, and when to ignore. He can look at a naked woman and decide whether to consummate or just ignore. A man decides when to secrete the juice of conception, or just ignore. He is the decision maker. A man does not moan in bed, nor does he howl and scream. He is wholly cold and ruthless. Nothing distracts his attention because his duty is to declare his territorial grip. He can ignore a woman's drama, her squeaks, and pleasurable tantrums and focus on achieving his goal of making a new baby in the woman. During the process, he can walk away, go sip a glass of water, return on mission, and continue hammering the chisel. But boys and men with weak mental grit struggle to even maintain an erection. They have been depolarised by masturbation and porn addiction. Their sexual centre in the brain is desensitised. So, they don't wear condoms, they swallow viagra, they rely on women to fan the embers. A horny woman has already surrendered herself to you. The armour is in your hands, literally, how then do you expect someone you have conquered to hoist your flag? Walk on the mountain top, plant your flag at the peak and declare conquest. The biggest tragedy with men who struggle with sustaining an erection is that they sleep with women whose sexual nerves are cold dead due to several body counts, alcohol, shisha, and Okra. These women are numb. And fake. Leave them. A man must understand that unless his mental acuity is as tamper-proof as iron, he will continue drinking porridge thinking it will harden his intention. Porridge. Concoctions. Viagra. Or even prayers won't restore anything as long as your internal environment is weak. Nothing will, unless you build your mental frame and begin seeing yourself as a confident man with the self-esteem of a mountain.

From GRACE to grass: The fall of a Mumias Empire. In 2007, after I voted in my village, I boarded a vehicle through Mumias, and at around 3 PM on election day, chaos had already started. Rowdy youths had barricaded the Mumias bus terminus, burning tyres and ballot boxes. Then, ballot boxes were black in colour and concealed. The boxes with ballot papers were strewn in the terminus. The rowdy youths were chanting, "Thiro must go!" "Gathe must go!" Mumias town, unbeknownst to many, was the first place that ignited the 2007 violence. Thiro was a businessman in Mumias. He owned a popular Supermarket called "Jamii Yako", and Gathe owned a chain of wholesale shops, including shoe and soda depots. Thiro and Gathe were tycoons with immense political and business influence in Mumias town. So, when word went round that Kibaki's premarked ballot papers were hidden in Thiro's supermarket, the youths stormed the shop, looted it, carried away the ballot boxes and burned the supermarket, including Gathe's shops. They didn't stop there. They went to their palatial homes, which were sitting beside each other in Lukoye estate, just opposite Lukoye mosque, and burned them. Next to these houses was a church affiliated with Thiro or Gathe. The church was also razed down. This was happening on election day. Then, when tension escalated, Thiro, Gathe, their families, friends and relatives fled to Bungoma, which was a PNU zone. That is how Thiro found himself in Bungoma. In Mumias, Thiro was a peacock who strutted in the town with so much pomposity, a cigarette between his fingers, money in his pocket and thriving businesses including lorries and PSV matatus. The Wangas alleged that because of his promiscuous lifestyle, he was living with HIV and had infected a lot of women in Mumias town, Shibale and Mumias Sugar Estate. His other problem was his disgruntled wife, who was always moody at the Supermarket's cashier desk. She was a fat, tired woman, always angry with Thiro, customers and staff. It was also alleged that she was moving around with younger men from Mjini and Shibale, Mumias. When Thiro arrived in Bungoma in 2008, he couldn't restart. Newer, young and energetic Kikuyu men had taken the competition a notch higher. The ground was level in Bungoma, and therefore, Thiro had no choice but to compete. He couldn't. He lost hope. He lost the fight. He lost the glamour. He sank into alcoholism, promiscuity, diabetes, hypertension and depression. His social media antics were a camouflage to escape the pit he had dug for himself. He lost his empire. He fell. From grace to grass. What a tragedy!