9 years ago, i watched a guy get fired for doing the right thing... he built the team, trained everyone, fixed the messes, stayed late, took no credit. the kind of employee companies claim they value.
then he questioned a policy that was quietly screwing junior staff, didnโt insult anyone, didnโt shout. he just asked why... two weeks later: HR invited him and served him some papers saying heโs not a culture fit... then laptop seized, access cut. goodbye.
the manager who created the policy got promoted, the company posted a linkedin thread about psychological safety... bro lost his job for speaking up.
in most companies and workplaces, ethics are tolerated until they challenge authority... you can be loyal, competent and ethical but none of that matters once you threaten someoneโs power, ego or comfort.
the system will protect itself first, always and people are replaceable but control is not.
In 10,000 years, your country wonโt exist. The borders will be dissolved, and your language will be extinct or unrecognizable.
Your digital footprint will be gone, and data will rot faster than stone. Most of what defined us today, money, politics, status and online lives, will vanish without context.
What survives will be fragments: misread, mythologized, guessed at, and wrong.
The uncomfortable truth is this: human certainty is an illusion built on missing data. We donโt know where we truly came from. We donโt know how many civilizations rose, advanced, and quietly reset before us.
As history shows us, it isnโt a straight line of progress, itโs a series of collapses, with survivors writing the story. And we donโt know if weโre evolvingโฆ or just approaching another reset.
Meja Mwangi was a shape-shifter.
He carried the Kenyan novel beyond rural colonial life to urban postcolonial existence.
Soon, Meja turned to film to reach more audiences.
Then, as HIV/AIDS stilled many tongues, Meja unpacked our fears in โThe Last Plagueโ (2000).
i have no desire to be rich so i can buy a lambo or birkins.
I want to be rich so I can control my time and go to the gym at 2 pm on a wednesday.
sit at a cafe and relax for an hour on a rainy afternoon.
so I can cook meals at home with fresh ingredients.
spend on my family and friends without worrying about a budget.
thatโs my idea of a rich life, not the fake consumerist idea shoved down my throat.
This was and is still common with Kale Parents, sometimes back my Father went to my sister's academic day and at the gate they were registering parents name against students name, he called my mum with "Chepkirui huwa anaitwa nani jina ingine?"