I went to visit my uncle this afternoon.
But he has really bashed me.
That my clock is ticking, yet I do not own a ranch.
He wondered where I take my money, and yet I do not drink.
I kept quiet the whole time.
Then he finally dropped the line I had been waiting for.
- Jitetee sasa. What is your excuse?
I immediately pulled out my phone. Opened my investment app. And handed it to him.
Then told him:
- Uncle, what you are looking at is my portfolio of shares in great companies. Nataka ifike mita siku moja.
He listened very keenly. I thought I was finally about to receive the legendary: Congratulations my son.
Instead, he leaned back. Looked at me. Then asked.
- That's OK. But what are stocks and shares in Kikuyu?
I had never thought about it. I froze.
He told me to take my time.
Eventually, I gave up. And told him to answer his own question.
He smiled. Then said.
- Stocks and shares do not have a name in Kikuyu or any African languages.
- The colonizers invented these fancy slogans to make brokies think they are becoming wealthy by accumulating papers and numbers on screens.
- Meanwhile, they themselves are accumulating the real assets.
I asked him: What are real assets?
He replied:
- Land.
- Animals.
- Plants and foods.
- Water bodies et al
Things you can actually touch. These are the things that create wealth.
Then he concluded with a sentence that has refused to leave my head.
• Every African man must own real assets.
Is the old man right or wrong?
There’s a Turkish saying: “If you truly love someone, you love them twice.” The first time, it’s all about attraction, their smile, voice, and presence. But slowly, the curtain lifts. You begin to see their scars, insecurities, mood swings, trauma, and moral differences. It’s no longer perfect; it’s real. And if you can still love them without filters, without expectations, that’s not infatuation. That’s the love of understanding, the kind that stays, the kind that grows.
BREAKING: QatarEnergy just declared Force Majeure.
Three words that mean: we cannot deliver, and legally, we do not have to.
This is no longer a supply disruption. This is a contract collapse.
Force Majeure is not a precaution. It is a formal legal declaration that an unforeseeable event beyond QatarEnergy’s control has made fulfillment impossible. Every affected buyer just had their contract voided. The gas they were counting on is gone, and they have no legal recourse to get it back.
82% of Qatar’s LNG goes to Asia.
China relies on Qatar for 30% of its LNG imports. India 42 to 52%. South Korea 14 to 19%. Taiwan 25%. Japan is already rationing to spot markets.
Asian benchmark prices jumped 39% the day production stopped.
Force Majeure just made that permanent until further notice.
Indian companies have already cut gas supplies to industry by 10 to 30%. That is not a market adjustment. That is factories running at reduced capacity today, across the world’s most populous continent, because Iran sent drones into Ras Laffan.
Here is the number the market still has not fully absorbed.
Two weeks to restart a liquefaction train after a full cold shutdown. Then two more weeks to reach full capacity. That is a minimum of four weeks at zero, assuming no further strikes, no security complications, no inspection delays.
The war is still running.
There is no security guarantee. There is no restart timeline. There is no floor.
Every LNG contract in Asia just became a spot market problem. Every spot market problem just became an inflation problem. Every inflation problem just became a central bank problem.
This started as a war in the Middle East.
It is now inside every factory, every power plant, and every gas bill across Asia.
Price that chain.
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i have no desire to be rich so i can buy a rolex or a lamborghini.
i want to be rich so i can control my time and go to the gym at 3pm on a monday.
sit at a cafe and relax for an hour on a rainy afternoon.
so i can cook meals at home with fresh ingredients.
spend on my family and friends without worrying about a budget.
that's my idea of a rich life, not the fake consumerist idea shoved down my throat.