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RESHAPING THE BLUEPRINT

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R edefining engineering involves reimagining the role of engineers as agents of positive change in committment to addressing the complex challenges facing society, technology, and the environment. Ideally, this involves adopting a socio-technical approach to applying engineering solutions which acknowledges the interconnectivity of technological systems and social structures. Engineers should consider not only the technical feasibility of solutions but also their social, economic, and cultural implications. In recent times, we have seen a renewed surge of advocacy for environmental conservation in attempts to manage climate change. As engineers, we play a huge role in shaping this international discourse. Kenya has seen a growing interest in sustainable building practices due to environmental concerns and the need for energy efficiency. Civil engineers can incorporate green building technologies such as passive solar design, rainwater harvesting systems, and renewable energy sources in

THE DEATH SENTENCE

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Yesterday, Justice Nzioka of the High Court in Nairobi made headlines as she sentenced the convicted Jowie Irungu, handing him the very dreaded death penalty. I'm not going into the details of the trial because all the proceedings are well documented in the public domain. What followed the landmark sentencing was an elicitation of mixed reactions from netizens on various social media platforms. The standout sentiment was that the death sentence had been banned by the Supreme Court of Kenya (SCOK) chaired by former CJ David Maraga and therefore Justice Nzioka erred in her sentencing. My submission however, is that nothing could be further from the truth. Here is why: First off, we need to understand that the death penalty was ideally not 'banned' as is widely speculated. What the SCOK did was declare as unconstitutional the provision of a 'mandatory' death sentence for certain classes of offenders, ire those convicted for murder and/or robbery with violence. Before,

THINK AbourriT

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Ye sternight, I dreamt I was getting stoned, and I woke up high as a kite. What are the odds of that happening? I swear to God it's like a wet dream or something. Anyway, I have a string of papers to sit for this whole week, and my pressure levels zimekuwa zikichezea huko juu kama bei ya unga(cliché, Ik,Ik). So, my mind inadvertently decided to give itself a break and go on a random wild thoughts rampage for the better part of Sunday. It got me thinking, is there such a thing as absolute happiness or gratification? Is there any one thing any of us can do and be like, "Damn! I'm freakishly happy and content and think I have done everything there is to do to make me happy!" I opine not. Humans are just working up an endless maze with regards to that. We wake up each morning to do something that we think is a means to a desirable end in your own merit. That end, once attained, becomes yet another means to yet another possibly insurmountable end, and that sick cycle of ne

ONE FOR THE AGES

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MASHUJAA DAY CHRONICLES We're visiting Wamo Care Academy; A children's home in Kawangware area, Nairobi. We're under the ELP (Equity Leaders Program) banner. Time of arrival is 1050hrs, give or take a few minutes. We're welcomed by one of the few teachers(male) available. The kid's look in awe as we get in. Probably they haven't seen this huge a crowd in a while at their haven. Nonetheless, we walk in. A few murmurs here and there amongst us. This is a new environment. Personally, I don't know how to act.  The few donations we brought along are placed at a corridor in one of the corners of the two storey building which the close to a hundred and fifty kids call home. A few of us squeeze into a first floor office, probably the headmaster's or director's. He gives us a brief overview of the institution and asks us to feel at home. My friend Sam and I proceed to be given a room by room walk by the head master. There's an acute desk shortage in the

BALLAD OF THE LOVER

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Hey folks, so this right here is a piece I did in high school. My boy Kiptoo just sent it to me from the archives😂 Nilikuwa nimekufia this chille but I played my cards wrong. Poker has never really been my game anyway. Anyway, long story short, I wanted her, I didn't pounce and some other dude came and took her. So young champs, when you want something, usijifanye Mourinho na tactics mbwakni hapa na pale, play ball like Ancelloti...just attack and go for it. Anyway, nice read fellas.😄 I write this with a heavy heart And yet, a somber mood A long face, and a creased countenance To complement. I cry not because I couldn’t love Rather because I did But to say that I did, I could not. Fear transcended over affection And luck, to beg twice it didn’t I did hesitate and so to lose, I had to. Love demands to be felt, So it is acclaimed, From the mountains peaks To  the deep vales and gorges But the unforgiving dogmas of society  Have sealed it deep within.  Had I mustered the courage, Ha

THE EASY WAY OUT

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"At first, you realise there's nothing, but then as time goes by, you realise there'll be nothing still." I haven't shared this blogpost to anyone out there just yet. So chances are high you're reading this out of mere curiosity or prior interest in my blog. This is not your every day story like I had promised, sorry! Disclaimer: THIS POST IS UNFIT FOR YOUR MENTAL HEALTH! Proceed reading with full knowledge of that. Are you ever burdened with a load of care? Do you at some point feel like all is lost? Well, most probably you've been in such a situation. Truth is, life has at one time shafted you beyond what you can handle. And it leaves you wondering whether it's worth living, well, you'd be or maybe not, to know that it isn't.  I bet none of us glorifies the horrendous situations we often find ourselves in. And I know sometimes a a solution has  popped up somewhere in your mind, but because of the societal opinions, you've always been too

BEEN A MINUTE!

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Haya sasa wakurugenzi! The sabbatical is just about done. Words had left my brain and I'm only just rediscovering my mojo. So today I'm all about narrating to y'all the story with this girl, whom, dare I say, is the love of my life. Okay okay, I know how you think I'm this Kibe typa guy, but no, I promise I changed my ways. Haya sasa, skiza story. Setting is a random day of January, say around 29th or there about. A few days after my wretched birthday. I'm walking along one of the blue corridors in the American Wing of The Univesity of Nairobi. Big name that one, never forget to prefix it with 'THE'. Najua nakupea Alliance kind of vibe but... Anyway, let's cut to the chase. The day was a chilly Friday. Yours truly was due with one paper amalize exam kisha akajibiringishe it being a Friday. So as I'm quickly rummaging through my notes, this fine babe pulls up on me. "Cheki, nikona mwaks!" Situation is weird. I'm astounded. I don't kn