Alinoor Yussuf Ali

10/09/2025

Shout out to my newest followers! Excited to have you onboard! Annie Eleanor, Naftalymwiti KE, Njuguna Gachiri, Mildred KE, Abu Taamir Abdullah Hussen, Paul Paul, Kosgei Tim

09/09/2025

A Man without a toilet should not burn the bushes near his home.

~African Proverb

07/09/2025

A rare Blood Moon lunar eclipse is expected tonight.

07/09/2025

“I think the system has broken down in Mandera. We want that system to come back, and we will work on it. There is no personal grudge I have with the leaders who are there, but we have the right to criticize and the right to tell them where they are wrong."

~ said former Mandera Senator Mohamed Maalim Mohamud at his 2027 governor endorsement

07/09/2025

"I was just being informed the governor and his entourage arrived in Banisa today, and they have seen the ground is hostile for them. They have known the ground is Adan Kiongozi. Let me assure the people of Banisa, I’m the candidate, I’m the candidate who the people want to elect."

— Said Adan Mohamed Uongozi the candidate for Banisa MP by-election.

03/09/2025

Part 3

You are a teacher, MashaAllah," she said. Adrenaline rushed through my vains. I had to imagine myself as a teacher now, no longer the Form 3 class prefect I once was.

I reminded myself that I had to take care of my newfound darling, that I needed to invest in this relationship with all it takes.

I asked for her number, which she gave me on one condition: I shouldn’t call because she doesn’t use a phone. Her phone is with the fundi for repair, she explained.

I then asked how she was accessing her Facebook account, and she told me she was using her cousin’s laptop.

She went on to ask a favour from her new boyfriend. ME. whom she believed was a high school teacher. She said she was planning to pick up her phone, which had been with the technician for almost a week. She thought it was already fixed but admitted she didn’t have the money to pay.

"Do me a favour, please. I don’t have the money to pay that fundi," she pleaded.

I asked how much it was, and she said ksh 3K, an amount she thought was just a penny to a high school teacher like me.

To be continued…

01/09/2025

01/09/2025

Part Two

I logged into my new Facebook account, my eyes glued to my little X-Tigi phone. The excitement was fresh, almost overwhelming. As I scrolled through the suggested accounts, I noticed faces I already knew. I didn’t bother sending them friend requests. That wasn’t what I was after. I kept scrolling… searching… until finally, I found what I was looking for.

Without wasting time, I sent requests to several ladies I thought were my type. Some accepted; others ignored me.

After a short while, I received a notification—Princess Z had accepted my friend request. Her profile picture stopped me in my tracks. She was light-brown skinned, innocent-looking, her eyes soft and pure. Too beautiful to be real, I thought. On her timeline’s About section, I saw she was from Garissa.

I typed a nervous greeting, my fingers trembling. For a moment, I almost deleted the message. But before I could, my phone buzzed.

She had replied.

It was the first time in my life I had ever texted a girl. My heart pounded so hard I thought she could hear it from across the screen. My words were rushed, straight to the point, though fear made my hands cold.

To my shock, she responded warmly. Within moments, she agreed to be my love—just like that.

“Are you in high school?” I asked, desperate to know more.

“No,” she replied. “I’m at Garissa University.”

Then she asked, “And what do you do?”

I froze. For a moment, I considered telling her the truth—that I was just a high school student with dusty shoes and big dreams. But fear whispered to me. So, with trembling fingers, I lied.

“I’m a teacher,” I typed confidently.

That was the first time I remember lying. If only I had told her the truth, perhaps I would have been spared the storm that followed.

To be continued…

31/08/2025

I’m always hungry, I must always be fed; the finger I touch will soon turn red. What am I?

31/08/2025

Liverpool remain the undeniable kings. Well done!

31/08/2025

Part One 👇

How I Got Introduced to Facebook

I first heard about Facebook back in high school. It was the beginning of the year, just after the long November–December holiday. I can still picture myself sitting in our Form 3 classroom, the desks still dusty from the break, as conversations began to flow. Everyone had a story to tell about how they had spent their holiday.

One story, however, caught my full attention. A friend was telling another how he had seen his photo on Facebook and read through the comments. He laughed as he explained how most of the girls had dropped love emojis under his picture. The two went on to talk about how they had broken a few hearts when some of those ladies fell into serious relationships with them.

There I was, a village boy, sitting quietly with my chin resting on my hand, listening in amazement. I kept wondering: How can someone just fall in love with a stranger they meet online? Still, deep down, I thought, Maybe I, too, should have one beautiful lady like my friends. But another question pressed harder on my mind. How would I even get a smartphone? I had never touched one.

Curiosity got the better of me, I asked how to join Facebook. My friend laughed when I admitted I only had an old X-Tigi button phone. Then he said, “Don’t worry. If it has the Facebook app, just buy five shillings’ worth of data and open an account.” That single line lit a fire in me.

The whole term dragged on as I waited for the holiday to reunite with my X-Tigi phone. Finally, school closed and we went back home, with five shillings of data and shaky fingers, I created my very first Facebook account, with just one mission in mind. to find a camera-friendly lady.

To be continued…