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Hon: Michael Owino

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12/08/2023

FREE, FAIR AND CREDITABLE ELECTION.

Moi was forgotten after 2007 elections. Kanu is a struggling political party, who knows what.

11/08/2023

Lit to Lit

Kondele women can take classes from Babu Owino

Enough reason to justify your 3 actuarial science degrees.

https://nation.africa/Babu Owino ejected from Parliament after shouting at Deputy Speaker Gladys Shollei

11/08/2023

Lit to Lit

In 2001, Honourable Raila Odinga asked Honourable Mwai Kibaki for a walk in the park at his place in bondo. This is prior to the renowned KIBAKI TOSHA movement......

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31/07/2023

DOCUMENTARY DAY 33

They don't know that I know. Keep up with my life dramas and comedy.

Nimejaribu kutafuta vita na zile takataka zinaitwa Greg, Min Churchill, Chuor Min Churchill, Entebee chokora and e.t.c lakini wako na uoga kuanzisha vita.

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30/07/2023

DOCUMENTARY DAY 36

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29/07/2023

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SHAME ON SAFARICOM. Q&A 2Voice of the voiceless. MICHAEL OWINO OJWAN'G is one of the most courageous Kenyans of our generation.

27/07/2023

POLICE BRUTALITY DEBATE

The absence of Dr. Joshua Oron HSC. from parliament was conspicuously noticeable and I mean it.

Indeed Luos are, without fear of contradiction, victims of police brutality. This is mainly because of our leadership. For example, when Honourable Rosa Mbuyu decided to reduce herself to that level. Where your argument supports your character, with outburst of emotions, not forgetting this trend widely practised by luo women. Change must come.

HiMy name is Michael Owino Ojwan'g. A real estate agent with interest in Filmmaking and sociotechnological economics. Contact Email: michaelowinoojwang@gmail...

25/07/2023

In 2002 presidential elections, My late father hon Stephen Ojwang introduced me to his excellency honourable Raila Odinga at kasarani stadium for the first time. I asked him about his secrets to a lasting political career and this was his response.

" When you see people surrounded by people. These aren't your people. Ignore them all "

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24/07/2023

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17/07/2023

DOCUMENTARY DAY 6

“It didn’t matter how big our house was; it mattered that there was love in it.” — Peter Buffett

VLOG 1: MEET MY GRANDMOTHER When I hear friends complain about having to visit their nearby relatives, I can remember myself saying the same thing not so lon...

17/07/2023

Change will not come if we wait for some other person, or if we wait for some other time. We are the ones we've been waiting for. We are the change that we seek

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voice of voiceless

I am the voice of the voiceless; Through me the dumb shall speak; Till the deaf world's ear be made to hear The cry of the wordless weak. From street, from cage, and from kennel, From jungle and stall, the wail Of my tortured kin proclaims the sin Of the mighty against the frail.

I am a ray from the centre; And I will feed God's spark, Till a great light glows in the night and shows The dark deeds done in the dark. And full on the thoughtless sleeper Shall flash its glaring flame, Till he wakens to see what crimes may be Cloaked under an honoured name.

The same Force formed the sparrow That fashioned man, the king; The God of the Whole gave a spark of soul To furred and to feathered thing. And I am my brother's keeper, And I will fight his fight, And speak the word for beast and bird, Till the world shall set things right.

Let no voice cavil at Science-- The strong torch-bearer of God; For brave are his deeds, though dying creeds, Must fall where his feet have trod. But he who would trample kindness And mercy into the dust-- He has missed the trail, and his quest will fail: He is not the guide to trust.

For love is the true religion, And love is the law sublime; And all that is wrought, where love is not, Will die at the touch of time. And Science, the great revealer, Must flame his torch at the Source; And keep it bright with that holy light, Or his feet shall fail on the course.

Oh, never a brute in the forest, And never a snake in the fen, Or ravening bird, starvation stirred, Has hunted its prey like men. For hunger, and fear, and passion Alone drive beasts to slay, But wonderful man, the crown of the plan, Tortures, and kills, for play.

He goes well fed from his table; He kisses his child and wife; Then he haunts a wood, till he orphans a brood, Or robs a deer of its life. He aims at a speck in the azure; Winged love, that has flown at a call; It reels down to die, and he lets it lie; His pleasure was seeing it fall.

And one there was, weary of laurels, Of burdens and troubles of State; So the jungle he sought, with the beautiful thought Of shooting a she lion's mate. And one came down from the pulpit, In the pride of a duty done, And his cloth sufficed, as his emblem of Christ, While murder smoked out of his gun.

One strays from the haunts of fashion With an indolent, unused brain; But his sluggish heart feels a sudden start In the purpose of giving pain. And the fluttering flock of pigeons, As they rise on eager wings, From prison to death, bring a catch in his breath: Oh, the rapture of killing things!

Now, this is the race as we find it, Where love, in the creed, spells hate; And where bird and beast meet a foe in the priest And in rulers of fashion and State. But up to the Kingdom of Thinkers Has risen the cry of our kin; And the weapons of thought are burnished and brought To clash with the bludgeons of sin.

Far Christ, of a million churches, Come near to the earth again; Be more than a Name; be a living Flame; 'Make Good' in the hearts of men. Shine full on the path of Science, And show it the heights above, Where vast truths lie for the searching eye That shall follow the torch of love.

Poems of experience. By Ella Wheeler Wilcox. London : Gay and Hancock, Ltd. 1910.