05/05/2026
Dear friends,
This message needs to reach to all our brothers, sisters, mother's, fathers, daughters and sons especially if you come from Mlima..
Save lives!
I watched a 27-year-old man slowly die⊠not from an accident, not from violenceâbut from alcohol.
While I was in rehab, a young manâa police officer in his mid-20sâwas brought in.
At first, we thought he was just high.
We were wrong.
He had come from Nairobi West Level 6 Hospital, where doctors had already done all they couldâand failed. Before that, he had been at Chiromo Group of Hospitals. The verdict was the same.
Liver cirrhosis.
Irreversible.
This was not a man recovering.
This was a man fading.
His eyes were deep yellowâscreaming what his mouth could not say.
His body looked âfullâ⊠swollen⊠stretchedânot from strength, but from poison building up inside him. His liver had shut down. The toxins had taken over.
You could literally see his body losing the fight.
He couldnât hold his urineâit flowed uncontrollably.
He couldnât climb onto the bedâhe struggled, then gave up and lay at the edge like someone already halfway gone.
Dignity stripped.
Strength gone.
Control⊠completely lost.
And the most painful part?
He knew.
You could see it in his eyesâfear, confusion, and a quiet surrender.
No words.
Just suffering.
We lived with him. Watched him. Listened to his silence.
And slowly, the room changed.
Conversations became whispers.
Laughter disappeared.
Hope⊠faded.
Because deep down, everyone knewâ
This was the end.
We raised concern, and he was transferred to another hospital linked to the rehab.
Later, we learned he came from a well-off family.
They tried everything.
Hospitals.
Specialists.
Money.
But some battles cannot be won once the damage is done.
And then⊠his family.
They were there.
They showed up.
They cared.
But their eyesâŠ
Their eyes had already accepted what their hearts were still fighting.
They had resigned to fate.
That silent, painful place where you keep tryingânot because you believe anymoreâbut because you cannot bear to stop.
I never saw him again.
But he never left my mind.
Because that was the day I understood something most people ignoreâ
Alcohol doesnât destroy loudly.
It destroys quietly.
Patiently.
Completely.
It starts as fun.
Becomes a habit.
Turns into dependence.
And before you realize itâŠ
It owns you.
This is not a story to entertain you.
It is a warning.
Because if you are still drinking and think âit canât be meââ
That young man probably thought the same.
If you still have a chance to walk awayâŠ
Walk away.
Because there comes a point where even the best doctors, all the money in the world, and every prayer you can makeâŠ
Cannot bring you back.
Choose life. While you still can.
