Lizbeth Mueni

Everyday is progress.

[Lizbeth Mueni @Lizzymueni]

It's my road and mine alone. Others may walk it with me but no one will walk it for me.

[LeRoy @LeeRussian]

Funny how coasto peeps drink mnazi outta anything...nliwekewangwa kwa kamkebe ka arimis sikuwai heal...😂😂 apa ni spice containers

[CooperBaggs 💰🍞 @edgaralandough]

My favorite line from Atomic Habits has been living in my head rent-free:

“It doesn’t make sense to continue wanting something if you’re not willing to do what it takes to get it. If you don’t want to live the lifestyle, then release yourself from the desire. To crave the result but not the process is to guarantee disappointment.”

[Aremo David @Hon_aremo]

When I started Obstetrics and Gynaecology (O&G), I thought it was just about pregnancy and delivery.

My ignorance was truly beautiful. 😂💔

I was there thinking,

“A woman gets pregnant, carries the baby for nine months, delivers, and everybody goes home happy.”

Then O&G opened the first lecture slide and I realized I had underestimated an entire specialty. 😭😂

First, they introduce the menstrual cycle.

Hormones start rising.

Other hormones start falling.

Some hormones stimulate other hormones.

Those hormones now inhibit another set of hormones.

At some point, everybody is regulating everybody.

The hormones are having more meetings than the government. 😂💔

Then comes pregnancy.

I thought pregnancy was one topic.

Only to discover that pregnancy has trimesters.

Each trimester has its own physiology.

Its own complications.

Its own investigations.

Its own management.

Its own ways to humble medical students. 😭😂

Just when you’re trying to understand normal pregnancy, O&G says,

“Now let’s discuss abnormal pregnancy.”

Before you recover, you’re reading ectopic pregnancy, preeclampsia, eclampsia, gestational diabetes, placenta previa, placental abruption, postpartum hemorrhage, and about 700 other ways pregnancy can become complicated. 😂💔

The workload is unbelievable.

Every topic seems to have classifications.

Every classification has stages.

Every stage has features.

Every feature has management.

Every management has indications and contraindications.

At some point, even the classifications need classification. 😭😂

Then comes labor.

First stage.

Second stage.

Third stage.

Sometimes I felt like I was the one in labor from the amount of reading involved. 😂💔

And don’t get me started on Gynecology.

Fibroids.

Endometriosis.

PCOS.

Cervical cancer.

Ovarian tumors.

Uterine prolapse.

Infertility.

Every organ in the female reproductive system apparently has its own chapter, subchapter, and special mission to stress students. 😭😂

Exam period is where the real miracle happens.

You spend weeks memorizing management protocols.

The moment you enter the exam hall, all the protocols enter maternity leave. 😂💔

Question:

“Outline the management of severe preeclampsia.”

My brain:

“Congratulations on your pregnancy.” 😭😂

The answer was somewhere in my head.

The problem was that it was not yet fully dilated.

So it couldn’t be delivered. 😂💔

After the exam, everything suddenly returns.

The investigations.

The risk factors.

The management.

The complications.

Even the things nobody asked.

Apparently, the knowledge was full term.

It simply refused to be delivered during the examination. 😭😂

That was when I learned that O&G is not just a course.

It’s a complete journey from puberty to menopause, with enough lecture notes to make students experience contractions before graduation. 😂💔

O&G taught me that labor is not only experienced by pregnant women; medical students experience academic labor too. 😭😂

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[🍂 @Lovandfear]

According to Philosophy, the highest form of peace is to have zero desire to be understood, admired, pitied or even known.

[Dr Branice Munyasa @Branicemercy]

Unexpected forms of generosity:
•Being early can be a form of generosity. You wait, so they don't have to.
•Leaving something unsaid can be a form of generosity. You don't always need the last word.
•Delivering your work on time can be a form of generosity. You make life easier for everyone downstream.
•Not taking things personally can be a form of generosity. You give people the space to say things imperfectly."

@JamesClear

[CooperBaggs 💰🍞 @edgaralandough]

The more self-regulated you become, the more you realize that communicating your feelings isn’t an emergency. You can sit with it. Sleep on it. Let the wave pass. You don’t have to rush into expression just because the emotion feels loud.

[CooperBaggs 💰🍞 @edgaralandough]

We are overstimulated and we don't even notice. Netflix while eating. Reels in the bathroom. Music while cooking. Podcasts on walks. We consume by default, not by intention. You keep filling every gap, then wonder why you feel foggy and unmotivated. Boredom and silence are the real growth drivers. They give you space to think and create. That's when solutions show up for problems that have been stuck for months. Leave some room.

[Pritika @pritika_9]

The biggest skill you can develop is the ability to reset fast. Bad conversation? Move on. Bad day? Start fresh tomorrow. Missed workout? Hit it the next day. Poor decision? Learn and adjust. You can’t control what happens to you, but you control how long you let it affect you.

[Olajiire 🎭 @olajiire101]

We’re not kids anymore. Now my mom tells me her problems, and I hide mine so she doesn’t have to worry. ❤️‍🩹

[𐌁𐌉Ᏽ 𐌕𐌉𐌌𐌉 @OrevaZSN]

Some people don’t have a permanent handwriting. They have 3 or 4 different handwritings depending on the pen, their mood, or the situation.

[Ferdy @Burmese_Tyga_]

I don't understand the concept of not wanting to pay back debts. It's a character flaw I take very serious. You are just a horrible person. 🤷‍♂️

[Sadiq G sadiq @sadiqGsadiq]

Your death will come on an ordinary day, in the middle of unfinished plans, and the world will continue on without you.

[Lawrence Kitema @lawrencekitema]

A man died of hunger, but food was served at his funeral. When you're less busy, think about it.

[Book Therapy @Book_therapy223]

Not every goodbye is a loss. Some are upgrades.

[Manoti @MwendiaJnr]

When the giver went broke, the receivers said the giver didn’t plan well with his money.

~African proverb.

[George T. Diano @georgediano]

Like Nelson Mandela, Raila Odinga will be laid to rest by his Enemies. Let us not feign collective amnesia. Many of the voices now eulogizing him with kind words including myself once mocked him with cruel conviction. We called him kimûndû kîgûrûki, mganga, mtu wa kurusha mawe, a madman, a witch doctor, a threat to order.

The very architects of those narratives now occupy the front pews, offering tributes soaked in irony. In retrospect, their defamations were not born of truth, but of political expediency, fiction weaponized to win an election.

Those who now invoke his name with reverence were once instruments of a machinery that in 2017, orchestrated one of the most elaborate character assassinations in our political history. The residue of that moral failure still clings to us, the ordinary mwananchi who were deceived into contempt of hating Baba, leaving us with shame etched into our collective conscience.

I did not always agree with Raila Odinga’s choices in his twilight years. Yet, with the clarity that only hindsight affords, I recognize that he had earned the right to chart his own path. A man who bore the weight of a nation’s aspirations for over half a century had the moral latitude to choose as he willed.

To have demanded otherwise would be the height of ingratitude. If even a fraction of the affection now being paraded in song and elegy had manifested earlier in votes & in solidarity, perhaps Kenya’s story would read differently today. We are mourning not only a man, but also our own moral inertia.

We weep for the light we once extinguished, the prophet we once ridiculed, the courage we could not summon when it truly mattered. As I watch the nation pour into the streets, wailing and chanting his name, I see a collective catharsis unfolding.

A people seeking redemption through grief, a generation mourning not just a fallen hero, but their complicity in his suffering. To say sorry to Raila now is hollow. The true apology lies in embodying the ideals he lived and bled for.

We bury Raila Amolo Odinga today with our faces down, not merely in mourning, but in Shame. For we have come to understand, perhaps too late, that we misjudged a man who personified our struggle for freedom, dignity, and the moral soul of this republic. Rest In Eternal Peace Baba.

[feyisayo 💸 @feyiszn]

Whoever came up with the idea of sending messages to your own self on WhatsApp is a star frrr.

[🍂 @Lovandfear]

— Natalie Babbitt, from Tuck Everlasting

[Nzisa Kiilu @nzisakiilu]

Humble brag…They won’t believe a little girl from Kenya built the orchestration engine for this, but I did!

[Bavina @sifa_bavina]

I saw someone pick 5kgs dawaat ya green😂.
I shed a tear on their behalf😂😂