After seeing videos of this guy around Halloween time last year I've been stretching out and practicing. I'm hoping by October I'll be able to bend over backwards and chase people around like this. I live very close to the church so that should be very entertaining. 👹🤣🤣🤣
A few years ago, Ohangla musician Koffi Makadori abruptly abandoned his wife and child, kicking them out of their home after falling deeply in love with socialite Lavender Nyar Jera. Despite the unwavering support his family had given him during his rise to fame, his affection for Lavender overshadowed everything else. He ignored repeated warnings from those who knew her better, choosing to listen only to her as she showered him with love and financial support of unclear origins.Enamored, Koffi quit music, relocated to Norway with Lavender, and settled into a new life there. Over time, however, he became jobless and entirely dependent on her, reduced to earning small amounts by tapping away on his phone for online gigs. Meanwhile, his ex-wife and child received help from well-wishers and gradually rebuilt their lives.Years later, karma came full circle. Lavender eventually kicked Koffi out of her house in Norway, stating she could no longer support a jobless man who relied on her for everything. Left stranded and desperately calling contacts for help, Koffi found himself in the very position he had once put his family in. What goes around, truly comes around — it’s only a matter of time.
First, they came for the communists, and I did not speak out because I was not a communist
Then they came for the socialists, and I did not speak out because I was not a socialist.
Then they came for activists, and I did not speak out because I was not an activist.
Then they came for the doctors, and I did not speak out because I was not a doctor
Then they came for the journalists and I did not speak out because I was not a journalist.
Then they came for the advocates and I did not speak out because I was not an advocate.
Then they came for foresters and I did not speak out because I was not a Forester.
And Finally, they came for me and there was no one left to speak for me.
Silence only emboldens the tormentors.
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The first man to rule Rome as emperor was not a great general. He was a sickly teenager who got seasick, fell ill before almost every major battle, and once hid in the reeds of a marsh to avoid being captured. His name was Gaius Octavius, and almost nobody in Rome took him seriously. By the time he died he was the most powerful man the Western world had ever seen, and we still say his name every single year.
It started with a murder. In 44 BC, Julius Caesar was stabbed to death in the Senate, and his will revealed a shock. He had secretly adopted his teenage great-nephew Octavius as his son and heir. The boy was eighteen, studying abroad, with no army and no real reputation. Mark Antony, Caesar's battle-hardened right hand, assumed he would brush the kid aside in weeks. Cicero, the most famous orator in Rome, figured he could use the boy as a puppet and then discard him. Both of them were dead within a few years, and the boy was still standing.
What Octavian had was patience and a complete lack of mercy when it counted. He allied with Antony when it suited him, helped draw up kill lists that sent thousands of Romans to their deaths including Cicero himself, then crushed Caesar's assassins at Philippi. When the alliance with Antony finally broke, he beat him too. The showdown came at sea off the coast of Greece at Actium in 31 BC, where Antony and Cleopatra were defeated and soon after both took their own lives. After more than a century of civil wars tearing Rome apart, one man was left holding everything.
Here is the part that makes him a genius rather than just another warlord. He had absolute power and he pretended he did not. He went before the Senate and theatrically handed the Republic back to them, then quietly accepted every meaningful power they offered in return. He refused the title of king. He refused to be called dictator. He called himself princeps, simply the first citizen, just a humble servant of Rome. It was a polite fiction and everyone understood it, but it let Rome keep believing it was still a republic while one man ran the whole thing. He even took a new name to seal the image, Augustus, meaning the revered or sacred one.
And then he delivered. He ended generations of bloodshed and gave Rome the Pax Romana, a long stretch of peace and stability. He built roads, temples, aqueducts, a fire brigade, and a police force. There is a famous line that he found Rome a city of bricks and left it a city of marble. He was not invincible. The loss of three entire legions in the forests of Germany haunted him so badly that he was said to bang his head against the walls crying out for his dead general to give him back his legions. But he ruled for more than forty years, longer than most Romans had been alive, and he died in his bed, something Julius Caesar never managed.
When he was gone, the Senate declared him a god. They renamed a month in his honor, and that is why to this day, more than two thousand years later, the eighth month of the year is called August. A frail boy nobody respected reshaped the entire Western world so completely that you used his name on a calendar this year without even thinking about it.
His name was Augustus. The first Roman emperor. The sick kid who outlived everyone who underestimated him and never gave the power back.
That viral clip of the guy asking if Ruto would trade one of his own children to the public for 2 million shillings is the most profound thing you will watch today. It completely exposes the sickening arrogance of state payouts. Human life isn't a budget line item.
Elon Musk just proved that ownership in America is a legal fiction.
Musk: “You get taxed on what you earn, you get taxed on what you buy, and you get taxed on what you own.”
Think about what property tax actually means.
You worked for decades. Paid it off in full. The deed is in your name.
Stop paying the government its annual fee. Watch them take it and sell it to someone who will.
You never owned that house. You were leasing it from an entity you never signed a contract with.
Income tax tells the same truth in softer packaging.
The government does not take a portion of your earnings. They decide how much of your own labor you are permitted to keep.
That is not semantics. It is a confession of who the system believes your time belongs to first.
Sales tax buries itself in the receipt. Two people exchange value voluntarily. A third party who contributed nothing takes a cut simply for allowing it to happen.
Now stack all three.
Taxed when you create. Taxed when you spend. Taxed when you hold. Taxed again when you die and try to pass it to your children.
At no point in that cycle does the system recognize your output as yours.
Because money is not an abstraction. It is crystallized human lifespan.
Every dollar taxed is an hour you already lived, already bled for, already gone.
The state is not managing an economy. It is claiming dominion over time you will never get back.
And spending it on systems you never asked for and actively oppose.
The institution extracting all of it faces zero obligation to perform. A contractor who delivers nothing gets fired. A bureaucracy that burns through trillions gets a budget increase the next fiscal year.
SpaceX pays taxes to the agencies that obstruct its launches. Tesla funds the regulators drafting rules to shield its competitors.
The builders are not subsidizing government. They are financing their own friction.
The tax code is 74,000 pages long. Not because the economy demands it. Because the extraction had to be buried in enough complexity that you would stop asking who it was designed to protect.
The past belonged to the people who taxed the world.
The future belongs to the people who build it.
Kwa mara ingine.
Bedsitter ni ki single room iko na ka choo ka dish na hakuna maji, unamwaga na jug, kakonna sink alafu juu yake kuna cabinet moja .
Hii ni ya walala hoi yenye hata hujui kitanda utaeka aje, ukiweka 3x6 bed nyumba imejaa kabisa.
Hizi ni za wasicha wenye wahapendi kushare choo na ati juu ya infection.
Hizi ndo hulipwa 5k hapo 6500.
Studio sasa ni ka 1b hivi bila partition.
Ukiwa kwa kiti unaona kila kitu yako
Lakini ni spacious, iko na ka balcony, kitchen na choo in separate rooms, bed area na sitting room kubwa.
Hii unapata choo na bafu ziko different na kitchen ni na sink nzuri kubwa unaeza weka cooker, fridge, na hata kitanda ya mtoto.
Hizo ndo huskia wenye mji wakisema studio at 20k per month.
Bedsitters are ideal for students or young singles on a strict budget ( the poor )
Studios are preferred by young professionals and expatriates who want a modern lifestyle and more room for home furnishings.
( SMO God big Ga)
F1 Bedsitter.
F2: Studio.
Here is the ranking of the most expensive ways to send money to Kenya (average cost per transaction):
— Hundi: Sh1,500
— WorldRemit: Sh1,401
— Banks: Sh827
— Hawala: Sh526
— Western Union: Sh504
— Prepaid international cards: Sh390
— MoneyGram: Sh272
— Wave: Sh177
— PayPal: Sh172
— Forex bureaus: Sh158
— Dahabshil: Sh151
— Mobile money operators: Sh120
— Ria: Sh107
— Through someone living in Kenya: Sh24
— Carried personally by sender: Sh14
— Sent through other travellers: Sh1.40
— Personally carried by recipient: Sh0.50
— Digital/crypto currency: Sh0
HOW BILLIONAIRES THINK.
Its all in the numbers.
If your boss paid you UGX 600,000 every month and you saved all that money without touching a coin, you would need to work for 36 months to get 21million.
But if you convinced an organization like The UN to give you a printing job for only 5,000 Umbrellas and you made UGX 4,000 from each Umbrella that would be 5,000x4,000= UGX 20,000,000 in only 1 single day or week or month.
It becomes crazy if you want to become a Billionaire. Say your boss pays you UGX 1,000,000 per month and you saved all that money without touching a single coin.
This means that in a year you would only have 12million. So that means it would need you to work for 84years to get 1billion (How old are you today??).
However, there are 45million people in Uganda if you supllied salt to 10 million of them once per month making Shs 400 per packet, it would only take you 1year to be a billionaire.
The lesson learned here is that if you want to be rich you stop dealing with Bosses. If you deal with Bosses you will never be rich.
If you want to be rich start dealing with Clients and customers not Bosses get up and do ur own business.
The KEY messages in the write is not to do these things mentioned. But
1 - To open your mind and start thinking in terms of numbers, customers, clients.
2 - You can not become financially independent or rich or wealthy by working for other people.
While you're there with in your job, start thinking of how to create wealth by starting a business. It doesn't matter how small it is, just start.
You dream of getting a job that pays Ksh 30k.
Ukianza ku-earn iyo 30k, unaanza kusema:
“Aki God, nikipata tu 50k, maisha yangu imeomoka. Nitakuwa na soft life proper.”
Then miracle happens. Unaanza kupata 50k.
Sasa hapo ndio pressure mpya inaanza.
Unaona fare ni ya watu wa struggle. Unaanza kuangalia Demio kwa TikTok na kusema:
“Aki nikipata tu 100k, maisha yangu sasa itakuwa sorted kabisa.”
Boom. Salary inaingia 100k.
Unaenda bank kama motivational speaker. Unachukua loan. Demio inanukia kwa parking. Sasa shida ndio inaanza officially.
Una-realize nyumba mingi Kawangware, Zimmerman na Kibera parking ni “park at your own risk.”
Rent inapanda juu juu juu juu juu juu kuliko inflation ya Kenya.
Lifestyle nayo inaanza kujiendesha kama serikali mpya. Expenses zinaongezeka daily bila notice.
Sasa unasema:
“Aki ya nani, nikianza kupata 150k, mimi natafuta bibi, watoto wawili, na peace of mind.”
God akiwa na sense of humour anakupatia 150k.
Unapata family.
School fees.
Rent.
Fuel.
Service ya gari.
Shopping ya mtoto yenye receipt inakaa title deed.
Na wife anaonyesha nyumba za TikTok zenye curtains pekee ni salary yako ya mwezi mmoja.
End month unakaa accountant wa suffering.
Ukilipa kila kitu, unajipata ukisema:
“M-Shwari nifungulie hata 2k tu nijitoe hapa.”
“Tala my friend don’t embarrass me.”
“Fuliza ndio pillar of this economy.”
That’s when you discover life ni rat race.
Ukiearn kidogo, unastruggle kuongeza salary.
Ukiearn mingi, unastruggle kulinda lifestyle.
Maisha haina mwisho ya kusema “sasa nimetulia.”
So find balance.
Celebrate small wins.
Kula mutura bila pressure.
Tembea kidogo.
Cheka na marafiki.
Na ukumbuke…
Watu wengi wanaonekana rich outside but internally wanapigana na due date kama Avengers Endgame.