Some of the worst shit you'll ever go through will teach you things comfort never could. The betrayal, the toxicity, the poison people leave inside you. You can spend your life running from it, but that pain will keep finding you until you have the balls to face it.
Go within and become the fucking observer. Watch your emotions, dissect your wounds, question why certain things still have a grip on you. Strip that pain down until you understand exactly what's been poisoning your mind. That's where you start making your own antidote.
That's real alchemy. Taking the shit that nearly destroyed you and using it to rebuild yourself. And fuck, there'll be times when you question whether any of it is worth it.
A caterpillar doesn't emerge from its chrysalis without undergoing a complete breakdown of what it once was. Neither do you. Sometimes the old version of you has to fall apart before something stronger can emerge.
The poison was never the end of your story. You've still got your best fucking chapter ahead of you.
Love ya, soul tribe!
The day you become broke you will realise you were alone.
Please refuse to entertain jokers and mediocre people around you.
The people you compromise your values to please will not be there when you are struggling.
Let people call you names, but don't lower your standards.
Once things start working, the rooms get crowded. People who haven't spoken to you in years suddenly want to catch up. New ones appear acting as if they've been with you the whole time. Most aren't there for you. They're there for what you have. Stay quiet. Move smaller. The right ones stay. Everyone else fades when there's nothing left to take
I don't think there's a space I haven't performed in here in Kenya! 🇰🇪🔥
I've headlined **club shows, street shows, school shows, corporate events, and festivals**—each space adding a new chapter to this journey.
And now, on **31st October**, I'm taking the stage at Kalapapla
📚 Au Japon, des gens vont désormais en boîte de nuit… pour s’asseoir silencieusement et lire un livre pendant qu’un DJ joue de la musique d'ambience.
Le concept s’appelle JUCY BOOK RAVE et se déroule notamment dans un club souterrain de Shimokitazawa, à Tokyo. Ici, pas besoin de danser ni de hurler pour parler à la personne située à 30 centimètres de vous. Les participants viennent avec un livre, s’installent dans la pénombre et lisent pendant que la musique accompagne leur soirée.
This is not 1992 to mistake duty for favor,
Government fundamentals are not ornamentals,
We will not romanticize infrastructure.
The president has not built roads, our taxes have.
The president did not pay for Talanta stadium, loans that Kenyan will pay for have.
Every time the president says ametenga,
You need to remember,
Huge spending doesn’t mean service delivery,
Especially when every project costs way, way more than it’s supposed to.
We do not call that development..
Everywhere in the world they call that embezzlement.
#poetictuesdays