I finally understand what Machiavelli meant when he said, “Never play fair in a game where others cheat.” It doesn’t mean become evil. It means stop being naive. Stop bringing honesty to people who study manipulation, stop giving access to people who weaponize closeness, and stop expecting clean hands from people who already showed you they’ll throw dirt. Sometimes wisdom is not revenge. Sometimes wisdom is learning the rules of the room before the room uses your goodness against you.
@KenyaPower_Care We have power outage since yesterday 3pm, along kwaheri road off kiambu road. Was this scheduled? It's morning now and still no power.
My fave Kenyanism word: Rada? Depending on the context it could mean WTF? It could mean “seriously?”. It could mean “what’s up?”. It could mean “the hell’s wrong with you?” And you can understand it by the tone someone uses when saying it, and I find it so beautiful.
I almost sent a resignation letter last Thursday. Had it drafted, signed, everything. Then I overheard John on the phone in the stairwell and I had to sit down on the third step because my legs stopped working.
Women's nipples have holes in them that absorb our babies' saliva during breastfeeding and our bodies detect the vitamin levels of our babies. Based on those results our bodies begin to produce extra of the nutrients that our babies are lacking.
@Nomagugu_xo My dad recently joined Facebook for the first time and is deeply concerned about ‘radical content’ 😂 I’m like sir… your biggest threat is people selling stuff, memes and fake news. Anyway, I now manage his online safety. Gotta protect him
Peptides.
Short chains of amino acids that act as messengers inside your skin. They don't just sit on the surface. They signal your skin cells to produce more collagen, more elastin, more of everything that makes skin look full, firm and healthy.
I own a small bakery. Business has been slow. Rent is up. I was thinking about closing.
Last Friday, a teenager came in. He looked nervous. He counted out change for a cookie. He was short 50 cents.
"It's okay," I said. "Take it."
He ate it at a table, looking at his math homework. He looked stuck.
I used to be a math tutor.
I walked over. "Quadratic equations?"
He nodded. "I don't get it."
I sat down and helped him for 20 minutes. He got it. He left smiling.
The next day, he came back with two friends. They bought cookies.
The day after that, five kids came.
Apparently, he told the school, "The lady at the bakery helps with homework."
Now, my bakery is the after-school hang-out spot. It's loud. It's messy. There are backpacks everywhere.
Yesterday, I found a note in the tip jar. It was wrapped around a $20 bill.
"Thanks for helping my son pass math. A Mom."
I'm not closing the bakery.
I think I finally found my purpose.
It's not cookies. It's community.
What rich families really educate their boys on:
-never look expensive look unbothered.
-don't explain yourself, power never over-explains.
-keep assets boring and pleasures private.
-learn which laws matter and which ones are for poor people only.
-never fall in love before you understand leverage.
-your surname opens doors. Don't embarrass it.
-cash is for emergencies. Credit is for opportunities.
-friends are categorized: useful, neutral, entertainment.
-if something is loud, emotional, or viral, its already a bad deal.
-always know who actually owns the room. It's rarely the loudest person.
-don't argue with broke people about money. Don't argue with emotional people about logic.
-learn taxes before you learn multiplication tables properly.
-you don't work hard forever. You work hard early to stop later.
-never let pleasure habits become visible patterns.
-reputation is currency. One scandal costs more than ten failures.
-silence is safer than honesty in most rooms.
-if you can't control your sleep, hunger, lust, or temper, you can't control money.
-marry someone who improves your bloodline, not your mood.
-keep one legal problem away from disaster at all times.
-always have an exit plan. For jobs, cities, county, relationships, even friendships.
Just rules whispered, not posted.
I know I’m not the only one who notices the quiet grief we Africans carry. For delayed exposure, slow systems, almost zero safety nets, starting adulthood already tired and having dreams literally cut short by bad governance.
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I seriously judge Kenyan parent especially millennials and Gen Z who deliberately refuse to teach their kids their mother tongue and Swahili,sticking only to English. It’s insane to me like what exactly do they think they’re achieving