Onjalazbroz- Testing the Foundation of Knowledge

 The Middle East is once again engulfed in flames as Israel launched airstrikes against Iran on June 13, 2025, further destabilizing an already volatile region. This latest act of aggression is not an isolated incident but part of a long-standing pattern of Zionist expansionism, backed by Western powers, particularly the United States. For decades, Israel has justified its military campaigns under the guise of "self-defense," while simultaneously being the primary aggressor in the region. The time has come for the world to wake up and recognize the truth: Israel is not a victim but a perpetrator of violence, and its continued belligerence threatens global peace. This article will dismantle three key myths that sustain Western support for Israeli aggression: The False Narrative of Israel’s "Right to Defend Itself" The Dangerous Religious Myth of Jewish Exceptionalism The Geopolitical Strategy to Weaken the Middle East By the end of this piece, it will be clear that s...

 Introduction Recently, I engaged in a heated debate with a colleague, Mr. Ian, who argued that had colonialists stayed longer in Africa, the continent would be more developed today. His argument hinged on the case of South Africa, where apartheid-era infrastructure—such as Johannesburg’s O.R. Tambo International Airport—appears more advanced than what many African countries have today. According to him, colonialism, if prolonged, would have accelerated development. I vehemently disagreed. While it is true that colonial powers built railways, ports, and administrative systems, these were never designed for African prosperity. They were extraction tools—meant to exploit resources and labor for European benefit. The real question is not whether colonialism built infrastructure, but for whom it was built, and at what cost to African dignity, opportunity, and self-determination. This article dismantles the myth of “beneficial colonialism” and argues that Africa’s future lies not in nos...

The sun was mild as it was setting. Kochare bent low to tighten his shoelaces. The familiar ache in his muscles from two days of malaria was fading, replaced by the pleasant anticipation of a proper game. He breathed in deeply to relieve tension that often accompanied every player prior to a game. "About time you showed up, Coach!" Timo called out, bouncing the ball between his feet. "We were about to start without you."   Kochare grinned. Even though he wasn't officially their coach anymore, the nickname had stuck. "Malaria doesn't care about football schedules," he said, rolling his shoulders. "But I do.I know I am due for fine for missing match last Saturday, but I was helpless."   Bruce jogged up, his dark skin glistening with sweat. "Some opponents have just arrived. They want a friendly."   A murmur of excitement passed through their small group. With only seven of them so far, a proper friendly match would be intense. Koc...

Joram leaned back in his leather office chair, fingers steepled beneath his chin as he watched Essy through the glass partition. She was bent over a stack of files, her tall, slender frame poised in quiet concentration. Once, the sight of her had sent a thrill through him—her elegance, her devotion to the Christian Union, the way she carried herself with an air of grace. But now, all he saw were the cracks in the facade. The burnt spot on his carpet flashed in his memory—a permanent scar from the day she had carelessly set a hot pan down after making chapatis. "It was an accident," she had said, her voice soft with apology. But accidents, to Joram, were symptoms of a deeper carelessness. Then there was the cleaning—only the visible surfaces, never the hidden corners where dust gathered like secrets. He had asked her once, voice sharp with frustration, "Did your mother never teach you how to clean properly?" She had stiffened, hurt flickering in her eyes, but he hadn...

The United States has long portrayed itself as the global leader in democracy, freedom, and human rights. Yet, beneath this self-righteous façade lies a nation steeped in historical amnesia, political hypocrisy, and willful ignorance. Americans, despite having access to vast educational resources, remain shockingly unaware of their own history and their government’s role in global oppression. From rewriting the causes of their Civil War to manipulating foreign democracies while claiming to uphold them, the U.S. thrives on selective memory and double standards. 1. The American Civil War: A Deliberate Erasure of Slavery’s Central Role Ask an average American why the Civil War was fought, and you will likely hear vague answers about "states' rights" or "economic differences." Few acknowledge that slavery was the primary cause of the war. The Confederate states explicitly stated in their secession declarations that they were leaving the Union to preserve slavery. So...

The passing of Ngũgĩ wa Thiong’o is not just the loss of a great writer; it is the silencing of a voice that spoke truth to power, a voice that shaped my understanding of history, resistance, and the enduring struggle against oppression. To me, Ngũgĩ was more than an author—he was a teacher, a historian, and a revolutionary whose works ignited in me a fierce opposition to neocolonialism. His novels, essays, and plays were not just stories; they were weapons of truth, exposing the brutality of colonialism and the betrayal of Africa’s independence dreams. A Grain of Wheat: Unmasking the Mau Mau and the Cost of Freedom Of all his works, A Grain of Wheat stands out as the novel that most profoundly shaped my political consciousness. In it, Ngũgĩ does not just recount Kenya’s struggle for independence; he humanizes it. He shows how the so-called "Mau Mau" (a derogatory label imposed by the British) were, in truth, the Kenya Land and Freedom Army—freedom fighters who sacrificed eve...

The air at Thika School, Kisumu, was thick with unease. A new principal had arrived—Mr. Maingi from Thika—and with him came the heavy weight of uncertainty. The staff whispered in hushed tones, their anxieties simmering beneath forced smiles. For the Kisumu teachers, the sting of disappointment ran deeper. Not only had none of their own been chosen for the position, but the head office had introduced Mr. Maingi in the worst possible way. The chief finance officer had stood beside him on that first day, scowling as he declared, "The laziness in this campus ends today." And Mr. Maingi, rather than reassuring his new staff, had echoed the sentiment—his opening speech laced with thinly veiled threats. A New Semester Begins Two weeks of holiday had done little to ease the tension. On the first day of the new semester, Ochieng arrived early, sacrificing his cherished morning workout just to make a good impression. Yet, his effort was wasted. Mr. Maingi had already signed the attend...