A lecturer asked for sexual advances from my friend of which she politely declined. He threatened to make her fail if she didn't oblige but she thought it was a joke. She failed that unit. Before she went for a supplementary exam the lecturer told her, "You either sleep with...
Spending impulses are usually high on weekends.
~Your debt is someone else’s income.
~Your time is building someone else’s business.
~Your spending is funding someone else’s lifestyle.
Consider putting yourself on the receipt side of the money game.
Build cash flow assets 💯
Na vijana iko hii kitu inaitwa "Kujiamini"...The moment umejiamini na ukasema unafanya kitu, trust me you'll do it irregardless of any situweshen. Lakini sasa ukianza kuwa na wasiwasi kama kuku mgeni, maifren hii taon utaona vumbi namna hatari sana. Hii taon inataka
Huku Roysambu ni kama nilikuja kushangaa. Jamaa anaishi in a bedsitter lakini down stairs amepark a Mercedes C300. The guy barely goes out, food is ordered online, mama fua does his laundry once every week. Ukiona ametoka it's either he is going to get his car washed ama it is on a weekend, often Friday evening and comes back on Monday morning. Ukiamka mapema on a Monday you will see him offload unlabeled sealed boxes from his car. Watu husema yeye hu smuggle things into the country, what exactly does his smuggle? Nobody knows lakini mimi nashuku huyu ni sharp boy ako na an e-commerce business that he runs from the comfort of his house.
Lakini mungu naye jameni. Yani the king of kings,commanders of all generals,aliangalia namna hii,akaona kweli the only way,anaweza leta kijana yake atuokoe,ni kwa njia ya bibi ya wenyewe,bibi ya Yusuf. Kuna vitu ingine ukifikiria unapata huzuni sana bwana. Na ujue ata Yusuf hakuombwa ruhusa,malaika alitokelezea tu akamwambia ajitayarishe,commander anakuja kutengenesa kwelo wake friday. Ndio nasemanga hakuna kitu mbaya kama umaskini,utadharaoliwa akianani
Joseph si alikua fundi wa mbao. Yani ugongewe,alafu baba mtoto ata hakulipii maternity,ata hakuletei customer wanunue viti,ni kukugongea tu na anarudi kwake anakuachia majukumu,mtoto anazaliwa kwa cattle dip. Can you imagine the depression that hit Joseph bwana. Alafu ata huwezi chapa mtoto akiwa kichwa ngumu,unajua unawesa gusa yeye slap namna hii akuitishie radi bwana. Eih! Nyasaye yawa!
The text wasn't meant for me.
It only had four words.
"I'm ready to forgive you."
No name.
No context.
Just that.
I stared at it for a minute before replying,
"I think you have the wrong number."
A few seconds later, another message came through.
"I'm so sorry. I do."
That should've been the end of it.
Instead, the sender added,
"I've been trying to send that text for three months."
Curiosity got the better of me.
"What changed today?" I asked.
There was a long pause before the reply came.
"I realized I was waiting for the perfect moment. It doesn't exist."
We exchanged a few more messages.
I learned almost nothing about them.
Not their name.
Not who they were forgiving.
Not what had happened.
Before we stopped texting, they sent one last message.
"Thanks for answering. If I'd sent it to the right person first, I probably would've panicked and deleted it."
A week later, I got another text.
This time it said,
"They forgave me."
That was it.
No details.
No explanation.
Just four words that somehow made my whole day.
I never heard from that number again.
My grandfather had one rule.
If you borrowed money from him, he would never ask for it back.
Everyone thought he was being generous.
They were wrong.
When I turned 21, I finally asked him why.
He smiled and said,
"Because I already got what I needed."
I had no idea what he meant.
A few months later...
I found out.