Me using Claude Opus 4.8 to rename a file

A new proposal under Finance Bill 2026 says KRA can freeze or take your money even if you have appealed a tax bill, until the dispute is fully resolved For example, if a bank, SACCO, or M-Pesa is holding your money, it can be frozen or sent to KRA while the case is still ongoing

Uganda secures two board seats at Kenya Pipeline Company after threatening to withdraw support for KPC IPO. The move saved the sale of Kenya’s 65% stake, which was at risk of collapsing amid low investor commitments.

At Arsenal FC, players must be alert from the very first minutes of training. Under Mikel Arteta, the staff constantly use balls of different sizes to trigger reactions. Perception. Immediate focus. No autopilot. From the first touch, the brain is on.

My big brother Dr Mzamo Masito has published an important book. Boys are being left behind. We need to do something about it. The title of this important work is “This country hates our boys. Boys, you are on your own.” Available Exclusive Books.

This High Court judgement (Commissioner of Domestic Taxes vs Dinesh Construction Ltd, E220/2024) is extremely consequential for tax payers on two critical accounts: 1. For those taxpayers grappling with the missing trader headache on matters VAT, the High Court has set aside the Tax Appeals Tribunal's judgement & clarified that the burden of the taxpayer goes beyond raising the invoice. The High Court reiterates that should the Revenue Authority's audit raise doubts, the burden of showing a competent & actual supplier rests with the taxpayer & not the Revenue Authority. The High Court argues that the right to apply Sec17 (on deduction of input tax) of the VAT Act is premised on the existence of a valid supply Essentially, a taxpayer can & will be held liable for the supplier's non-compliance & the due diligence burden effectively lies with you as the taxpayer. I see an unnecessarily huge tax administration burden being transferred to taxpayers here, it will be chaotic. 2. The Court has again thrown out the Tax Appeal Tribunal's position on variances between bank deposits & income declared. KRA's audit revealed unexplained deposits in Dinesh Construction Ltd's bank account to the tune of Kes 157.0M in 2018 & Kes 29.0M in 2019. The Court holds that: "He who asserts must prove & if a taxpayer claims that a deposit to their bank account was loan proceeds, they must produce an accompanying loan agreement. Bank deposits are prima facie income unless otherwise explained"

The Kenya government, dissatisfied that farmers gained freedom to own and share their seeds, plans to appeal against the Seed and Plant Varieties Act judgement. Yup, govt looked at the judgement and concluded, make indigenous seed sharing criminal again!

Once upon a time, I told my mother that I wanted to be a matatu tout. I must have been six or seven—too young to understand what work really was, yet old enough to admire the loud confidence of those men hanging from the sides of village face-me junks, calling out destinations with pride. I didn’t admire teachers or policemen; their violence, both in cane and command, frightened me. And I wasn’t proud of doctors either, with their needles and their cold hands. My world was small then—bounded by dusty roads, green fields, and the laughter of neighbors who all seemed to know one another’s stories. In that world, the matatu tout was a symbol of something larger than life: free, always on the move, always talking. He seemed to know everyone. To a village child, that kind of presence looked like success. So when I declared my ambition, my mother laughed—half amused, half concerned—and it became a family joke that never really faded. But looking back, I see the truth in it. Village life crafts its children’s ambitions out of what it can see and touch. Dreams grow in the shape of what surrounds them: the farmer bending over his maize, the carpenter’s rhythmic tapping, the trader arranging tomatoes at the market, or the tout whistling down the road. We dream what we know. And only later—after time, schooling, and the slow widening of the world—do we begin to imagine what else might be possible. Yet perhaps the child in me was never entirely wrong. The matatu tout, after all, is a kind of historian and journalist. He gathers stories as he goes—listens to quarrels, rumors, laughter, and news from one stop to the next. He knows who is getting married, who has left for the city, who quarreled over land. He narrates the village in motion, stitching together the fragments of daily life into something resembling memory. His shouting is not just a call for passengers; it is a kind of oral record, an echo of our collective movement through place and time. Maybe, without knowing it, I wanted to be that: the one who remembers, who retells, who turns the noise of the road into story. Perhaps the historian and the journalist are nothing more than touts of time—hanging on to the edge of history’s speeding van, calling out the names of places we’ve been, and those we are yet to arrive at.