🚨💣 BREAKING: Carlos Baleba to Manchester United, here we go! Verbal agreement in place between clubs.
Improved bid sent today after £65m package rejected and player set to join the only club he wanted.
Baleba, new #MUFC player soon. 🇨🇲
There are people who discuss their plans with others and immediately feel something shift inside them.
Before the conversation, they were excited... Then they talk about it, and suddenly the energy disappears.
If you are one of those people, learn to recognise that signal.
Some people are not built to announce what they are building.
Your spirit operates better in silence... You are a silent goal-getter and must understand that some things need darkness before they need light.
People like this feel strangely empty and exposed after revealing their plans.
Pay attention to that feeling... It is teaching you how you are designed to move and operate.
If you repeatedly notice that your plans lose momentum after you announce them, stop treating silence like secrecy, embrace silence as part of your strategy.
Build first then speak when necessary.
Sometimes people should discover what you were doing when it is already too late to discourage you.
Not everything happening in your life requires witnesses because there are victories that need no announcement before manifestation.
Move quietly.
Learn quietly.
Build quietly.
Fail quietly.
Correct yourself quietly.
Some destinies speak better after they have manifested.
Every man is being led by a spirit... Know yourself and understand yourself.
Self-knowledge is spiritual intelligence.
There was a time when human beings could read the Earth.
I grew up with my grandfather, and I witnessed many things that felt like magic to me back then.
The wind meant something.
The behaviour of animals meant something. A dog barking strangely throughout the night could mean something.
The position of the sun meant something.
The seasons spoke.
The rivers spoke.
The trees spoke.
And they paid attention.
My grandfather could look at the sky, observe insects, feel the wind, watch certain animals behave differently, and tell you rain was coming.
As a child, you think these people are performing magic.
Then you grow older and realise they had spent their entire lives studying a language you were never taught to speak.
The language of Mother Earth.
Modern civilisation gave us incredible intelligence, but somehow we became strangers to the intelligence beneath our feet.
We know when our phone battery is at 10%… but many of us cannot tell when our own spirit is exhausted.
Weeks can pass without our bare feet touching the soil that produces almost everything keeping us alive.
My grandfather would sometimes tell me to go outside, walk barefoot and communicate my heart’s desires.
It wasn’t always about begging God for something.
For them, there was power in declaration.
They spoke.
They decreed.
They believed there was a relationship between man, the Creator, the ancestors, the land, and the unseen world around him.
Africans were deeply connected to their roots and one of the tragedies of Africa is not that we had no knowledge…
It is that much of what we knew was dismissed as bad, evil or primitive before the world learned how to describe similar ideas in another language.
Long before many things had modern names, our ancestors had encountered them through observation, spirituality, nature and generations of accumulated knowledge.
They studied plants without calling it pharmacology.
They understood seasons without calling it meteorology.
They studied human behaviour without calling it psychology.
Knowledge existed before the vocabulary we use today and the big big grammer we use today.
Africa had spiritual traditions.
Divination.
Ancestral communication.
Ritual healing.
Dream interpretation.
Africans developed different ways of understanding the invisible dimensions of existence.
Then many of us were taught to become ashamed of indigenous names, medicines, and spiritual traditions.
Imagine someone choosing Amber over her native name “IHEOMA or ADUNNIADE” just to feel among?
What belonged to our ancestors became “backward.”
What arrived from elsewhere became “civilised.”
We can honour the dead of other cultures as saints…
Saint Peter.
Saint Jude.
Saint Augustine.
We ask for their guidance and yet the moment an African speaks about honouring his ancestors, we become uncomfortable.
Somehow their dead became holy… and ours became a subject to cast & bind.
But here is the funny thing, modern world is becoming fascinated again with meditation, plant medicine, ancestral healing, holistic wellbeing, etc.
And none of this is new to Africans.
But I must also say this… not everything our ancestors believed was correct.
Some traditions deserve preservation while some deserve evolution and some deserve abandonment.
But throwing away an entire civilisation’s knowledge because it was not written in European scientific vocabulary was a BIG MESS-UP.
Today, there are things your ancestors knew that you may never know because nobody remembered to teach your father and there are things your father cannot teach you because nobody was allowed to teach his father.
There are libraries walking around African villages with grey hair right now and every time one of them dies without transferring what they know… a library burns.
We will continue paying for our mistakes until we all wake up to the realization that we used to be a world power with powerful kingdoms, controlled major trade routes, etc.
To surpass your father, you cannot only inherit what he knew… you must encounter what he never encountered.
You must encounter new people, new places, new knowledge, new battles, new spirits.
There is a reason many sons eventually become no different from their fathers, even when they swore they would be different.
They inherited the same environment, the same fears, the same limitations and, as funny as this may sound, sometimes the same enemies.
Every generation is supposed to discover something the previous generation couldn’t reach.
Some fathers fought battles their children will never understand just to move the family one step forward.
Now it is your turn.
And one of your duties is to question the limitations your father was forced to accept as reality.
Do not spend your entire life fighting battles your father already won.
Every generation must go further into the unknown and that is how families evolve.
That is how bloodlines change.
Your father conquered the world he knew.
Your responsibility is to discover the worlds he never knew existed.
It is a relay race... We are all going to be ancestors someday and those coming behind us will pick it up from wherever we stop.
That is how generations advance.
@jon_d_doe whenever a lady tell you that she wants to keep her relationship with you private. just end it there. she's telling you psychologically that you're not the only one she's dating. she has. someone she's dating around where she's living.
It's interesting how they understand the financial pressure on their dad and bro, and how difficult it is to stay afloat financially, but don't extend the same grace to men they are dating. You can never see them.tired of being an "understanding" sister or daughter.
Again, understanding and grace is a proof of love.