I think a terrible economy also distorts your ability to dream big. Big dreams start to include a full fridge, a full tank and maybe an apartment in an affluent area. In the midst of the chaos, I’m begging you to remember to dream bigger. I completely forgot to.
Mimi naye, I’ll never complain about black tax or whatever y’all call it here. Whatever little I have, I’ll always share it with my parents and siblings. That’s family, and I’ll keep doing it with love. ❤️
Be a builder.
Build,
~your skills
~your knowledge
~your experiences
~a successful career
~your circle of friends
~brands and businesses
~multiple income streams
~your savings and investments
I am no longer afraid of things falling apart. I have seen what happens after the worst of it. The sun still rises, people still laugh, new things still begin, and one day, you find yourself happy about something you once thought you would never recover from.
I don’t need to make millions.
I just need enough to pick up my kid at 1 PM on a random Wednesday, while the teachers look at me like thinking I’m either unemployed or a fucking drug dealer.
Then grab an ice cream with her and walk down the beach while everyone else is still staring at the clock waiting to go home.
That’s my definition of rich.
Keep the Lambo.
I want my fucking time.
And yes, I do believe the friendships you form in your early years are often rooted in proximity, while the ones you form in adulthood are rooted in alignment.
Bold of anyone to think the Quickmart IPO is going to make you rich. The people most likely to get rich from this IPO are the people selling you the shares. It’s an exit strategy for those private equity investors!
I love the fact that as you get older, you start to understand the difference between friends and associates, family and blood, business and work, love and lust, wants and needs. And most of all, you learn what truly matters and what doesn't.
I’ve learned not to take people for granted when they make an effort to stay in my life. When someone takes a moment to ask how I’m doing, remembers something I told them, checks in for no reason or simply says they were thinking of me, I notice it. They’re giving me a piece of their time. Time they could have spent somewhere else, with someone else, doing something else. People grow. Lives change. Priorities shift. Distance happens. And sometimes, people who once felt like a permanent part of your life slowly become strangers. So when someone still reaches for me, I don’t want to overlook it. I want to appreciate the calls, the messages, the little check ins, and the quiet ways they remind me that I still matter to them. Perhaps one of the greatest ways to honor someone’s care is to never make them feel foolish for choosing to stay. Because behind every effort is a heart quietly hoping its effort is noticed, appreciated and remembered too.
I'm so happy I was raised the way I was. I didn't appreciate it back then, But baby, the way some of you talk, think, speak, get over, scheme, lie, back door, and back stab. Thankful for the integrity, morals, and dignity I was taught
I advocate for people not to be obsessed with that, "I am a good person" image. You will be put through hell in life and in death. People should learn to fight for themselves. Bully back your bullies. Be petty and keep grudges. Avenge for yourself.