There’s a guy I know let’s call him Dennis.
Dennis was not broke broke… but life had reached that stage where every purchase needed emotional preparation.
You know that phase between “I’m doing okay” and “rent is judging me silently.”
He had just gone through a quiet heartbreak. Not the dramatic shouting kind. The mature one. The “I think we want different things in life” type that leaves you staring at the ceiling at 2am wondering how love turned into polite goodbyes.
So one evening after work, Dennis passed by a supermarket.He wasn’t hungry. He was just tired of going home to silence.
He picked bread. Put it back.
Picked sausages. Calculated mentally. Returned them respectfully. Walked around aimlessly like a man negotiating with adulthood.
Then he stopped at the egg section.
Eggs felt safe.
No commitment.
No expectations.
Just possibilities.
He picked a tray of 30 eggs like someone making a responsible life decision.
That night, he fried two eggs. Burnt slightly on the edges because thinking about your ex and cooking rarely go well together.
He ate slowly.
And something strange happened.
For the first time in weeks, Dennis felt calm.
The next day he boiled eggs before work.
Day three — egg sandwich.
Weekend — Spanish omelette attempt inspired by YouTube confidence.
Somewhere between heartbreak and survival, eggs became routine. And routine became healing. No one talks about how adulthood sometimes saves you in small ways.
Not promotions.
Not motivational quotes.
Not even new relationships.
Sometimes it’s just waking up, boiling eggs, showing up to work, paying one bill at a time, laughing with friends again… realizing life didn’t end it just changed shape.
Three months later, Dennis looked healthier. Started going to the gym.
Started sleeping earlier.
Even smiled more.
One evening we were talking and he laughed and said,
“You know what saved me?
Not therapy… not revenge glow-up…
Just discipline… and eggs.”
We laughed.
But honestly… he wasn’t wrong.
Because at 30-something, healing rarely looks cinematic.
It looks like choosing stability over chaos.
Cooking instead of texting your ex.
Saving instead of impressing strangers.
Finding comfort in small, ordinary things.
Sometimes life rebuilds you quietly… one egg at a time.
And if you’re currently in that phase where things feel uncertain, maybe you’re not lost.
Maybe you’re just in your egg season.
They say "never buy a car made on a Monday" — workers might still be in weekend mode 😅 But with today's automation, it's more myth than fact. Still, always check the service history and get that inspection done. #CarBuyingTips
@TotalEnergies I am forever grateful to you guys. The way you make petrol stations with names of area they're located really helps a lot. Possible to ask the others to follow suit, in the whole country?
@bantigito Prof, I have a question. Do you think if we have sth like a national suggestion box , in an agreeable format, the government can implement any excellent suggestions from Kenyans?
If black tax is a pain point in your budget, then it’s time to design it better.
You could create a family fund or investment group where you ALL make a contribution, which instead of being spent immediately, goes into an account that earns. Over time, that account becomes a source of shared security instead of recurring strain falling on specific people. Black tax doesn’t have to be an expense; it can become an asset when restructured with intention.