One of the hardest things about relationships is realizing that love doesn't automatically solve incompatibility.
You can care about someone deeply and still struggle to build a healthy life together.
In the romanticisation of village life, what’s often overlooked is the arduous labour it commands.
Wake up at 6 a.m. Go milk the cows. Sweep the chicken coop. Wash the drinkers & refill them, mix the medicine. Go to the sheep pen. Sweep. Go tie the sheep. Head to the cow pen: repeat. Fill every bucket with water, pulled from a manual well.
Take breakfast quickly.
Go to the granary. Carry maize out to dry. Head to the farm. Carry 20kg maize sacks on your back, the remainder of the harvest. Back & forth. Back & forth.
Afternoon. Go home. Eat quickly. Take the animals to pasture. I used to fight my brother over this. Only time you'd get to sit down, read a novel. A little nap, and sheep has strayed into the next farm.
Bring the animals back in the evening. Mum forgot to buy salt. Rush to the market. Come back. Milk the cow. Cooking water has run out. Pull more from the well.
It’s 7 p.m.
Go bathe. Eat. Sleep at 8:30.
Midnight, the dogs are barking. Cow thieves again. Join the neighbours outside to chase the thieves, who made away with 3 cows. which you looked for until 3 am, came back home at 4 am.
Put your head on the pillow, it’s 6 already. Cows are mooing. Milk is itching their udders.
I suffered in the village, mam. But there were good times too. And rivers. And lots of sugarcane. And a girl that I really liked. Would I recommend it?
No. Stay right where you are.
You'd never get depressed in the village, though. Too much to do to even entertain the thought. Your only anxiety was whether you'd ever make it out of there, and how much better a parent you would be once you did.
Go to the village in your 40s if you have to. Village life is only good when you're the one doing the ordering around. Telling your kids they are too soft, because at their age you were tilling three acres of land with a hoe everyday under the scorching sun, while raising a whole family.
Dolly Dolly Dolly.....many of us grew up listening to your sweet ballads....You practically raised us and we appreciated every bit of what you stood for and sang about....You will be sorely missed.....Rest with the Angels, Dolly....and when you get there, let's have a Heavenly rendition of 'Islamds In The Stream' with your old friend, Kenny Rogers 🙏🏽🙏🏽Fare Thee Well, Dolly!!
Many shout outs to all the traders in India, Pakistan, Nigeria, and Kenya! I’m convinced those countries have all the traders getting all the money!!!!! Run the bag up!
A step so smooth, we had to slow it down, complete with a reach out try to give Northern Suburbs Rugby the 5 points during the #Kabeberi7s 2026 Division II games.
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@Etw_trades True. I realised Detachment from the outome and emphasis on execution of the process again and again is what's need to counter prop firm trading. And before you realise it, thats consistency.
On June 25th niliona wanawake wametrek from Thika to Nairobi CBD and back. If she wants to come, she will. If she rates you enough, she will go out of her way to bring herself; and even break every barrier and fight every competition to earn her place in your life. If however, she doesn't rate you, you must keep paying for every inconvenience she endures by being in your life. At the end of the day, everyone settles for the love they believe they deserve, including the unrequited ones.