My "Roman Empire is the realization that my life is a lottery win. Somewhere in Sudan, Pålestine, iran, Afghanistan, Iraq or Congo, there is a boy smarter than me. He is more disciplined, more resilient, and holds more potential in his single finger than I do in my entire career.
The only difference? I am siting in a train and he is sting in the rubble of his dreams.
My "bad days" are his wildest dreams.
My "burnout" is a luxury he can't afford because his only job is staying alive.
It's geographical luck and it's a haunting injustice that we all refuse to acknowledge and look away
People have exactly a two-week limit on their sympathy. When you first break down, everyone is supportive. But if your depression lasts longer than a fortnight, they get incredibly annoyed.
You are not allowed to have long-term struggles. Society expects you to have a quick, cinematic breakdown, cry it out over the weekend, and bounce back to being productive by Monday.
The exact second they realize your depression isn't just a temporary mood swing but a constant struggle, the "take all the time you need" energy completely vanishes.
They stop checking in and start treating your mental state like a deliberate character flaw. You aren't struggling anymore; you are just "not trying hard enough" or "choosing to be miserable."
WhatsApp sells our data to other Meta-owned companies,that’s why when you talk about being pregnant on WhatsApp and you open Instagram,you see pregnancy related stuff.
Adulting has a way of making you crave genuine companionship, whether in a best friend or a lover. You just want one person you can rely on and talk to through it all. No one should have to go through these things alone.
Usiwahi amini shit kama hii. You can change your situation, you can do better, you can be better. The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree but it can roll very far from the tree and it can even fall off a cliff. Don’t let miserable people convince you that you can’t do better.
Dem say dem bad but I swear dem do nothing oh, eh
Dem say dey go throw me punch but I swear dem no reach oh, eh
20 man shall fall that day if you cross my lane oh, eh
All your man shall fall that day if you cross my lane oh, eh
@wizkidayo Burna really crossed the lane
You’re not just a tea-fetching errand boy in Junet’s office but also the physical embodiment of wasted opportunity. A grown adult with the intellectual range of a teaspoon, proudly orbiting power you’ll never understand, let alone influence.
You mistake proximity for relevance, yet all you’ve mastered is how to hover silently, waiting for instructions like a piece of furniture that occasionally blinks. Competence is clearly a foreign concept to you.
What’s truly tragic is not your position, but your comfort in it. No ambition, no curiosity, no spine just blind loyalty packaged as usefulness. You’re not part of the conversation; you’re the background noise people tolerate while serious minds actually shape outcomes.
You want to know why Drake has one of the biggest fanbases in music? It's because he makes music for almost every kind of person, and I'm not talking about genres alone, I mean music types.
He makes music for hoes, strippers and bottle girls and still makes music for career women and girls with diplomas working two shits.
He makes music for rich niggas that spend their holidays in The Bahamas, he also makes music for broke niggas that look to be rich someday.
He makes music for people who have had their heart broken and for people who break hearts.
He makes music for people in love, searching for love, also makes music for people that don't believe in the concept of love.