We are no longer celebrating success. At least not on social media, where if you post a photo of your newly-acquired Range Rover, you'll be blasted to high heavens even by people who have never owned a bicycle in their life.
But if you post that your mother was eaten by a crocodile as she went to fetch water in the river, you'll be inundated with 1,000 comments within five minutes! That's what everyone wants to read.
So, why are people irritated by those who flaunt their wealth, when they can simply choose to ignore such posts? Here's the thing.
You do not talk about your children in the presence of a childless couple. They will take it differently.
So, in the land where everyone is going hungry, a display of opulence translates to ridiculing the poor. They will gang up to lynch you for no reason.
Social media reacts differently. It can turn your success into a bashing spree and you'll get insulted for buying a car.
Success can bring you both joy and agony on social media - much like a tree which gives you fruits for food and timber for furniture. But the same tree can literally hang you when you choose to commit suicide!
To other matters. Eldoret PSVs plying towns estates aren't your ordinary matatus. The jalopies are all old, ugly, tired, dilapidated, rusty and rickety. They also look like they can roll anytime.
A tetanus jab should be made a mandatory requirement for anyone intending to visit the town because you never know when any of the rusty protruding metals will prick you.
The only fully functional and serviceable part of the vehicles is the radio. Someone should save the citizens of the home of champions from this madness
The matatu madness isn't restricted to Eldoret. The city has its own version of madness. A Japanese takes up the challenge of building a minibus from scratch.
A mixture of brains, resilience, determination and hard work. Then he gives his creation a wonderful coat of paint and a superb finishing. He sells the vehicle to Kenya. Then some idler in Nairobi takes a brush and draws a huge cobweb all over the vehicle.
He then adds some not-so-clever and at times obscene writings, on the vehicles. The Japanese beauty now has a new look. The new look is representative of a chaotic and disorganised society. They call it 'pimping.'
The same brand of vehicles, owned by institutions and are 'unpimped' look much better. If Kenyans must 'uglify' a vehicle, then they should ask for the keys to the Numerical Machining Complex, that parastatal which sank billions of shillings to manufacture a homemade car for Kenya, Nyayo Pioneer, which failed to start.
Alternatively, they can pimp the 'planes' they manufacture with rags and pieces of sufuria, that we occasionally read about in news.
I have on several occasions recommended that the 'manufacturers' of these planes be charged with attempting suicide because, in the event that any of these crafts accidentally succeeds to take off to the skies, you can be sure of a crash. And that's how the 'pilot' will die.
They should also be prosecuted for embarrassing this nation by attempting to reinvent something that was discovered a century ago.
Back to the home of champions and the only decent matatu, without a pimp, is Korootmoi. It plies the Kapsowar route.
Coincidentally, this is the home of one flamboyant advocate who was bashed and crucified for posting a photo of his new Rover on his Facebook page.