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For a long time, I thought the people I admired had something I didn’t.
More confidence.
More clarity.
More courage.
Maybe even some secret I hadn’t figured out yet.
Then I realized something that completely changed the way I live:
They simply had the courage to start.
They didn’t have all the answers.
They didn’t wait until they felt ready.
They put their ego aside, walked toward uncertainty, and kept showing up.
And somewhere along the way, they figured it out.
That’s when I understood:
The answer isn’t found in thinking about the action.
The answer is found in taking it.
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One of the saddest things successive Kenyan governments have done to this country is not merely to weaken the economy, but to shrink the imagination of what ordinary people now believe wealth and success should look like.
After years of weak job creation, heavy debt pressure and stubborn poverty, too many Kenyans have been conditioned to think the highest form of arrival is driving a Range Rover, washing your hands with cheap liquor inside a club, counting bundles of cash on social media, or flying to Dubai for drip and photographs.
That is not real wealth, because real wealth is owning productive companies, factories, technology, land, intellectual property, logistics networks, financial assets, and businesses capable of paying thousands of people long after your Range Rover becomes an old used car.
The danger is that an entire generation can grow up believing rich means looking rich, which is how people start chasing cars, bottles, women, designer clothes and airport photographs instead of ownership, production, scale and institutions that can survive them.
It becomes even worse when the media casually calls almost anyone with a flashy car, a few properties or a loud social media presence a billionaire, because that further lowers the national understanding of what serious wealth actually looks like.
Once newspapers and television stations start handing out the billionaire label like a nickname, people begin confusing visibility with wealth, consumption with ownership, and expensive lifestyle choices with the kind of capital that can actually build industries and employ thousands.
If that mindset is allowed to harden, the coming generations will inherit a very small ceiling for ambition, because once society decides that wealth peaks at a luxury SUV and a table full of bottles, nobody is being taught to dream about building the bank, owning the factory, controlling the distribution network or creating the technology everybody else depends on.
Kenya does not only have an economic problem, but it increasingly has an imagination problem, where poverty has become so normal that even the picture of success has been reduced to expensive consumption instead of serious ownership.
What this all points to is a painful truth that many Kenyans are now operating from a poverty and scarcity mindset, where survival has become so dominant that even the national picture of success has been reduced to showing off consumption instead of building lasting ownership.
When a society starts admiring the man with a flashy car more than the man quietly building a factory, a logistics company, a serious farm, a software business or an investment empire, it reveals how deeply scarcity has narrowed people’s thinking and limited their imagination.
Until Kenyans begin to see wealth as production, control, scale, assets and institutions that can outlive the individual, too many people will remain mentally trapped in a small idea of success, and that is exactly how poverty keeps reproducing itself from one generation to the next.
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What if someone you love is living with dangerously high blood pressure and doesn’t even know it?
Do you know someone with hypertension?
Do they actually monitor their blood pressure numbers?
Do they take their medication consistently or only when they feel like their blood pressure is high?
High blood pressure often doesn’t give you a warning. You can feel perfectly fine while it is quietly damaging your heart, brain and kidneys.
Don’t wait to feel sick. Know your numbers. Take your medication as prescribed.
Exercise most days
Cut the belly
Avoid alcohol
Don’t smoke.
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The importance of strong family values and coming from a family that does not tolerate bad behaviour cannot be overstated. It shapes you profoundly as an individual. When you remember the kind of family you come from, the values you were raised with, the reputation your family has built, and the things you all strongly stand for, you naturally become more conscious of your actions. You want to do everything humanly possible not to disappoint or embarrass them. You live a more measured life and become mindful of what you post on social media, the company you keep and the things you do.
Even as a grown adult living on your own, perhaps thousands of kilometres away from your parents, there are still certain things you simply cannot bring yourself to do. The training has become part of you. It is no longer about your parents watching you or telling you what to do; the values have become internalised. You develop a sense of responsibility and an awareness of the kind of person you are expected to be, even when nobody is there to hold you accountable.
Dear parents, never underestimate the importance of raising your children properly. Take discipline, values and character-building seriously. When you raise a child well, there is a good chance those values will stay with them long after they leave home. They may deviate at some point because they are human, but even when they do, there will often still be certain lines they cannot bring themselves to cross. That is the power of proper upbringing.
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Honestly, we really don’t talk about the importance of strong family values enough.
It is one of the best things that can happen to any individual.
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My father told me this once and I stated plainly that I would rather die penniless and alone in a gutter than live mired in lies. I told him that such habitual, cowardly lying rots the soul and has ruined the world.
This attitude extends to everything they see. Women, covid, politics, safety, crime, no thought for the future or the consequences of lies, only an ardent demand that we ignore those ruinous truths because doing so lets us pretend to be happy now. I watched the world around me go insane, I watched people destroy themselves, I learned a full fucking third of my generation was slaughtered on the altar, all justified with these polite little lies, all justified with “but telling the truth makes people sad so we have to lie :)”.
This “advice” will destroy you. A good life isn’t found in pursuit of polite little lies, it’s not maintained by letting people destroy themselves and others over falsehoods, and certainly not in pursuit of some faux short-term “happiness”. One day you’ll lie about what you believe, the next it’ll be about what you want, next you’ll lie to yourself about who you are and by the end, you’ll just be an empty shell to be filled by the demons of modernity.
Happiness is not found in telling lies, but by aligning yourself, your desires and your beliefs upon the axis of creation; those rules of nature under which we must all live.
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Women love to fantasise, which is why for many men are little more than tools to experience themselves - spiritual canvases they project archetypes onto that they then obsess over and mistake for love, and so when the real man beneath the illusion who never consented to be the object of her fantasy behaves in a way that dispels what that illusion demands, she feels the “love” begin to fade, because for her the love and illusion are one and the same, and so the man who will not "play his role" is an affront to, rather than the realisation of the fantasy, and thus she rejects him, declaring herself wrong about him, which she always was - just it is only now that it no longer pleases her this is seemingly an indictment of him, rather than of the opulent embellishment that is her romantic vanity.
In truth: he did nothing wrong, she did. She spiritually instrumentalised a man out of nothing other than a desire to experience deeper beauty within herself, and so when he did not meet her expectations, she condemned him - the great irony being that even her pursuit of beauty was ugly, because it was one-sided, extractive, and self-consumed. The ugly souled woman does not know how to be beautiful even though she values it, which is why she merely aestheticises what she cannot embody - hoping that perhaps by merit of proximity some form of osmosis will occur, when in reality only self-sacrifice and true suffering could ever have a chance of purifying her rot.
Truly, the corrupted yearner never really loves him at all, for she does not know how to love - she lacks deep empathy, resonance and recognition, her soul is too young and thin for such things, and so she knows nothing of the ancient, instead confusing her fantastical embellishments no mortal man can embody with the abstract ideal she calls love. But love itself is no mere ideal, it is a spiritual state: one beyond the strict intolerant conditionality of the vanity which she inhabits, and so it is out of reach, beyond her, for true love is immortal: it can survive disappointment, hurt, even betrayal - whereas the cheap imitation she mistakes for it vanishes the moment it realises its own fraud.
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If this is a pre-nursery school, why is there a massive TV in the classroom?
Your target demographic consists of toddlers between the ages of 1.5 and 3 years old. At this age, toddlers simply do not possess the cognitive infrastructure required to learn from two-dimensional screens. What these children actually need are present adults who will sit with them, engage them in face-to-face interaction, guide them through tactile play, and encourage physical exploration. Nature requires rich, physical, 3D sensory inputs and direct human emotional feedback to properly wire a toddler's brain during its most critical developmental window. Attempting to bypass or artificially augment this process via screens is catastrophic to early brain development. Virtually all global health organizations and pediatric experts unanimously agree that screen time is actively harmful and should be kept entirely away from children under the age of three.
Beyond the screens, the lighting in your classroom is atrocious. Yes, it might look fancy and aesthetically pleasing for marketing purposes, but from a medical and developmental standpoint, excessive blue light and cold fluorescent ceiling tubes are far too harsh for developing eyes. Prolonged exposure to this kind of artificial, high-intensity lighting triggers hyper-reactivity, degrades attention spans, and induces heightened anxiety in young children.
The statistics regarding the severe health and developmental crises caused by screen exposure are deeply concerning, especially within the Nigerian context. For example, a 2024 clinical study(scispace.com/pdf/assessing-t…) assessing children in the Ibadan South-West Local Government Area found a direct, statistically significant correlation between screen time and the rapid development of myopia. Children exposed to more than two hours of daily screen time exhibited substantially higher rates of refractive errors.
Furthermore, leading health experts and pediatric ophthalmologists from major teaching hospitals, including the Lagos University Teaching Hospital (LUTH) and the University College Hospital (UCH) in Ibadan, have publicly raised the alarm. As recently reported by The PUNCH(punchng.com/children-spendin…), these experts explicitly warned that prolonged exposure to digital screens and artificial lighting severely damages children’s vision, stunts their cognitive development, and degrades their overall mental well-being.
Experienced Pre-Nursery teacher needed in Kano, Gandun Albasa. Must be tech-savy. Email [email protected].
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Patiently waiting on Gachagua's dossier on Rosemary Koech, KCB, her husband, Switzerland, and the Ruto's.
The truthful man must have some intel on this.
Else, tuendelee na poisoned akoho
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The unspoken rules of a traditional African ceremony:
1. Do not arrive on time. You don't want to seem too eager, especially for a burial, or an eating ceremony. Let it seem that they dragged you out of a pressing activity like weeding your farm. Delay a bit. If you made it early, wait for others to start trickling in.
2. Do not walk in alone with your arms behind your back. Join a group walking in. If they laugh, laugh. If they clap, clap. A man who walks alone is evil. He is afraid people will discover his evil spirit if he joined them.
3. When they call for food, pretend you didn't hear the call. Continue with the conversation among your kin. They will call a second time, raise your head, but do not move. They will come and call you a third time. Now you can go. Again, it is important that you do not seem too eager to the eating table. It will be said you went there for food only.
4. If you are gluttonous, try and be funny that we may ascribe your gluttony to silliness rather than to what it actually is. You can't eat more than us and still look like Iddi Amin. We will beat you.
5. City people are revered. It is not that we do not value our own, but it is important that guests go with a good impression of us. So we will give them the best seats, and first servings. We may not have but our reputation does not have to suffer as well.
6. When you are called to give a speech, start by telling us who your father is. His name is very important. Then you will see the elders nod their heads, mumbling that you really are your father's son or daughter. Just as intelligent and brave. It is very important that you have a father in African ceremonies. Dead or alive, his name remains.
7. If the person beside you falls amd starts mumbling incoherently and sweating, this especially common among women in burial ceremonies, do not run. It is the spirit of grief that has seized her. They will come pick her up, take her outside under a tree to cool. The spirit of grief brings high fever. It needs cooling in the shade.
8. If you came with a car, offer to leave with a few kinsmen. When they complain that they will soil your car with their dirty feet, and they will, you must insist that the car was already dirty even if you just brought it from a car wash.
9. With the car, it is important that you drop your kinsmen at their gates so that the neighbors will see that they have "big" connections in the city. This will shield them againt harassment by a malicious neighbor with ill intent.
10. If you are a handsome bachelor, a villager will tell you about their daughter who is also in the city. In the university or working somewhere. They will give you her number. Tell you to call her. You guys should know each other. They are hooking you up. If none offers and you are a bachelor, I will not speak. If I speak, you will say I am insulting you.
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Interacting with my Dagoretti North constituents in Kileleshwa ward as I begin my door to door campaign for the parliamentary seat. Mbele kuko sawa na Doktari
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I have walked the streets of Kawangware, stood in the flooded pathways of Gatina, listened in Kabiro, and sat with families in Kilimani and Kileleshwa. What I have seen is a constituency full of hardworking people who deserve better. For long Dagoretti has been led by test tube fellows with goonism in their genes. It is time to change this with intellectualism and foresightedness. In the denser wards the daily struggle is real, dry taps, blocked drains that breed disease every rainy season, roads that disappear when the rains come, insecurity that keeps mothers awake at night, and young people with energy but no clear path to work or skills. In Kilimani and Kileleshwa the challenges look different yet they are just as urgent, rapid growth, congested roads, strained services, and the quiet frustration of residents who feel their contribution to the city is taken for granted.
We are going to win this seat without corrupt money and without paying goons. That is the new narrative I am asking us to write together. On development I will fight for clean water systems that actually reach households, proper drainage that protects our children, all-weather roads, stronger primary health services, bursaries that arrive on time, and practical programmes that put skills and small enterprise opportunities in the hands of our youth. In Parliament I will push for laws that treat informal settlements with dignity, improve urban housing, and ensure Nairobi’s mixed constituencies receive fair attention. And I will run an open office with regular public reports and real town halls so that every shilling and every decision can be questioned by the people who elected me.
Dagoretti North is ready for leadership that listens first, works hard, and refuses the old ways. Let us change the story of this place. Dr Mbiti Mwondi for MP, Dagoretti North. Khabusieee.
Chama ni ya Linda Mwananchi led by Sisi ndio Sifuna!!
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Parents abroad are always faced with a conundrum of whether to relocate back or stay abroad. Relocating is good for them; they can have their social life back, regain their “masculinity”, spend in a weaker currency etc but thinking of their children, no place gives them head start like abroad. Early talent identification and nurture, tailored career growth, quality and efficient healthcare, name them. They want to come for themselves but end up staying for their children
Neustadt Dresden ist übersät mit unglaublicher Street Art, veganen Cafés und antifaschistischen Aufklebern, und doch liegt es in einer Region, in der die überwiegende Mehrheit der Wähler rechtsextrem wählt. Das nenne ich mal in einer Blase leben.
#EgaleliinDeutschland.
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Though not cool to kick a man when he is down, certainly not when he is dead, allow me to make a few observations about the Nigerian dude who was done dirty by a Kenyan woman.
The irony of a Nigerian man ending his life because of a Kenyan woman is not lost on anyone, given how they have made Nairobi their stomping ground. I don’t agree with the sentiment that Nairobi girls are the female versions of Nigerian men, as it is crude and extreme. But here we are.
The life and death of that man is a teachable moment for us men, women, excuse us kiasi, let uncle speak to his nephews.
1. You men talk too much nowadays. You reveal too much about yourselves to women who have no business knowing your middle name. You make me very angry, and you disgust me a lot. Biologically, we were made to sleep after a good nut. You shut your foolish mouth, because your judgment is impaired. Now men reveal their family situation, investment plans, how much they earn, etc., to their sidepieces. You are a man approaching 50, dating an early 30s woman who knows everything about you, plus some. No mystery. Just a stupid vulnerability. Telegraph vulnerability to a woman, and she will despise you. A woman hates sympathizing with a man she is sleeping with. You are not her son or her kid bro. If you don’t dominate, you attract derision and blackmail. Because you are weak. Women like a dash of measured danger (not the violent kind).
But some men lately are so eager to reveal everything to their women, and the more a woman knows about you, the easier it is for her to disrespect you.
Withhold as much as you can from your woman. Some women have the Delilah spirit and can trap you into revealing your innermost secrets. But by revealing everything to them, do women shave you off, leaving you weak and retarded.
I have had my fair share of oversharing with women, particularly after busting an enlightening nut. And I am talking about women with a considerably decent IQ. But I have woken up to see them write some very nasty things online, things that I thought should have never left the bedroom where we slept. Here we are, man.
If you read those confessions of women who traffic them here, you will notice that a lot of these young women are clinically incapable of holding a secret.
I am old enough to remember the stoic, studiously quiet grandfathers or uncles. Men who spoke so few, but measured and effective words. Men who eschewed female company, unless one that is earned (for sure, elder sisters, our mothers and grandmothers, and some aunts, and maybe one or two trusted friends are worth some opening up to). After all, women will teach you about the red pill more than all the toxic men will ever do. I tell you, son. But y’all are opening to slay queens who will not hesitate to drag your name online, or with Edgar Obare, because shame no longer works on women. It hasn’t for a while, since Karen Nyamu used whatever means to be a senator and embarrass the whole country daily.
Your side piece has no business knowing anything about your wife. I am not here to discuss the morality of infidelity. But as a man, if you go down that road, your wife and children are sacred. Your mistress should know that hiyo Mlima haifai kuguzwa. Y’all are letting your mistress disrespect the mother of your children, and that annoys me.
Shut up.
2. A man who is afraid of his wife is a man who will be blackmailed by his mistress. And knocking up a mistress is particularly some bad judgment, but we are human, male, carnal, and weak. But don’t fear your wife. Rather, respect, protect her, and guard her dignity with all your might. Don’t let scandal taint your name as a father; nothing sets up kids right like an exemplary father. However, in the likely event that you screw up (literally), there is no reason for you to panic. Your wife knowing you strayed is not the worst thing. Some mofos plan to vote for Tutam. So, it could be worse. Knocking up your mistress is not a very wise thing, but neither is it the worst thing. It could be worse.
Remember what we have said in countless memos: Be your own mental point of origin. Men who center their wives and children do so out of outdated (but very necessary) traditions. But the syllabus has changed. Love your wife. Love your kids. But leave some room for such a time your wife may turn on you, and turn the kids against you. Happens morning, day, and night. We no longer blame women for the outcomes in our lives, whether it is women who put us there, or it is our own fuckups.
We don’t do that. We take full accountability, and the Nigerian man paid the ultimate price.
Ask yourself a hypothetical question: if my woman got a better deal in life (a better job in another country, a richer man, or she got bored with me), and she decided to run away with the kids, will I survive? This is currently so widespread that we don’t talk about it enough. Alternatively, what if you mess up so badly, and she quits? This too happens! Does it mean the end of the road? To some men, the answer here is YES. I have counseled men who never could countenance a situation where their women left them or cheated on them. There is always a look of doom in their eyes, and I am like, “Man up, dude.”
If you are not ready to leave your woman or any woman, any time, then you are not ready for a relationship. If you are not ready to be dumped any time, then you are still a child; grow up. Attachment is good and necessary. But like an umbilical cord, sometimes you have to cut yourself off, or learn to live on your own when you are cut off. Read that again. If you ever lose your wife and kids, life will still carry on, and you will not be the first or the last to do so.
3. Back to secrets, man-to-man, do you know the Luo legend of Luanda Magere? Do you know how he died? He died because his Nandi wife betrayed him and revealed his secret to her kinsmen. Speaking of Luanda Magere, do I have some Luo male readers here? Y’all talk too much and tell your women too much. Can we live a scandal-free June to December, PLEASE? Applies to men from Western Kenya too (Luos, Kisiis, and Luhyas). Tujiheshimu. Every day is scandal day on Facebook, naeza shika nyaunyo niwaone vita maze. Scandals break men. Stay off cheap scandals.
4. My designer just sent me the blurb of my latest book, and I saw two quotes that I want to share with you.
-On high-value incels
High-value incels in their late 30s and 40s are finally getting the light-skinned nyash with an attitude problem, and calling it winning. They pay for it with peace.
*Sometimes, they pay with death.
-On men who die for love
No woman loses sleep over a man who lost himself for her. Not one night.
High-value incels is a topic I have handled on more than one occasion. Having money with no game will attract all manner of women your way. And there is no terrible thing in the world, worse than a woman who likes your money, but doesn’t like you. She will bury you if she wants to, because there is nothing women find more contemptible than a man who gives her money (which she takes), but she doesn’t like you as a man.
Recently, a single mom met a male stranger online. After a back-and-forth, the stranger cleared the school fees for her son. You know what a decent human being will do? Be grateful and see where the relationship is going. But you know what the woman did? She came online and confessed on those confession pages that, even though the man had helped her a great deal, he wasn’t handsome, and she felt some pity for him. Diaspora men who send men to women they have never met disgust me. Here we are, man. I know it is lonely over here, but it doesn’t warrant that kind of comment from ungrateful folk.
Some women will hate me for saying this, but bros before sisters: a woman who loves you will never ask you for money and will never ruin your life.
But not all of us are handsome enough, or have the thug appeal to get some free access to affection. But if money is your only leverage, then use it judiciously, son. As they say, “a smiling stripper is not falling in love with you, she is in business…” That applies to you, son, in the dating street. Not every smile is the smile of affection. If the only attraction you have is your wallet, you are a loser, and the Darwinian market of dating will deal with you ruthlessly.
Men who keep women on account of their income always pay the steepest price, and death is a common currency where men pick wrong and lack the wisdom to end things when they are not tenable.
5. Don’t ever succumb to blackmail. Live with no shame. If someone has your sex tape, let them come forward and reveal it to the world. Take that power from them. But importantly, avoid putting yourself in situations where you can be blackmailed.
6. Talk to your elders. Seek their counsel. Listen to it, and apply it every day.
I do have two anecdotes on why you should never tell women your secrets, and I only disclose to those who meet in person and bribe me. Those two anecdotes have saved many men a lot of trouble.
Here’s to a good weekend. We extend our condolences to the family of the Nigerian man.
Now, I have to reckon if I really need to keep talking to my Luhya babes.
Your Bad Uncle,
Silas
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Working in Nairobi suburbs feels like every morning, you step into a version of life that looks like yours, and in the evening, you return to the one that actually is. You clock in at 8 and clock out at 5 from a 20-storey building with glass doors, biometric scans, and elevators that whisper. A few floors above you, lights are still on. People working late, because time there converts to money.
Outside, the roads are wide. You pass by Karen Office Park, then roll past The Hub, wine shops, and coffee shops selling a cup you'll never afford. You’re still in work mode. Polite. Measured. Composed. You head downtown. Britam Tower cuts the sky. For a second, it feels like you’re part of it. You’re not.
Traffic drags you further. You stop at Westlands Square, not because you need to, but to pause for a second. The commute slowly strips off the mask.
Around you is fellow lower income employees rushing to beat traffic just to get home in time to sneak in a nap. You stroll into Sarit Centre to kill time. Inside, everything is controlled, light, temperature, and spending. Outside, a guy is selling smokies next to a car worth his lifetime income. Nobody addresses it. But it’s there.
You don’t stay long. Across Waiyaki Way, Microsoft building stares at you as if to say, "You'll never work here." You board a Super Metro and pay 20 bob to Kangemi. Inside the bus, conversations switch language, not just words but weight. You put in your earpods, but you don’t play any music. Westlands is already saying enough. You stare out the window.
Somewhere in that skyline, opportunity exists but not equally. By the time you reach Kangemi, the city drops the filter. You pass by your favourite local joint, but today, you sit a second longer.
You check your phone, notifications from friends living both lives, one posting rooftop cocktails in Upper Hill, another asking for a connection, a job, a chance.
Tomorrow, you’ll iron the same shirt and return to the suburbs. You’ll speak their language and play their part, but one thing remains clear, unless you break from that place, you'll never live in their world which you spend 8 hours a day building.