@collinstimbela_ The main cause of men's misery is caused by the disrespect and ungratefulness from his family. Nobody sits down and generally asks if he's okay or allows him to show emotion without judgment. A man's only loved if he's useful and abandoned the second he's not
SECRETLY READ ANYONE:
1. Status - revealed by their shoes.
2. Discipline - revealed by their nails.
3. Background - revealed by how their sit.
4. Intentions - revealed by their eyes.
5. Personality - revealed by how they laugh.
6. Confidence - revealed by how they walk.
7. Loyalty - revealed by where they look.
8. Intelligence - revealed by how they listen.
9. Maturity - revealed by how they argue.
10. Respect - revealed by how they treat people who can't help them.
The moment you're put on a performance improvement plan, most people panic. Try not to do that, and instead, send this email:
Subject : PIP Acknowledgment and Request for Clarification
Thank you for meeting with me today regarding the performance improvement plan. To ensure that I fully understand the expectations, I’m requesting written clarification on the following information:
1. Specific, measurable metrics for success during this period.
2. A timeline and the frequency of feedback meetings.
3. The resources or support that will be provided to help me succeed.
4. Confirmation that these expectations align with my official job description, dated (insert date).
I’m committed to meeting these goals, and I want to ensure we have a clear, documented understanding.
Please provide this information in writing within 48 hours so I can begin immediately.
Thank you.
This does three very powerful things:
1. It shows that you're cooperating.
2. It forces them to define vague expectations in writing.
3. It creates a paper trail that protects you.
THE LONELY END OF A GOOD MAN.
This is the Story of My Friend, Moses Kinuthia, my campus buddy.
Since he has allowed me to share. We were in JKUAT together. Young. Loud. Brilliant.
Full of plans about the future and how we would conquer the world.
Today, Moses is an IT Director at one of the leading commercial banks in the country.
On paper, he is the definition of success.
A man who did everything right.
A man who climbed every rung through discipline and sacrifice.
But this is the part nobody sees.
His day starts before the sun.
He leaves home quietly at 5:20 AM, careful not to wake anyone.
The children are asleep.
His wife barely turns.
Moses tiptoes around the house he pays for, moving like a visitor in the place he built.
He gets to work before everyone because that is where his life makes sense.
At the office, doors open.
People greet him with respect.
Colleagues seek his advice.
Managers rely on him.
In that building, Moses still exists.
But in the house he returns to every evening, he has become a ghost.
When he gets home, the living room is always full kids watching shows, his wife on the phone, her sister in law using the TV.
There is never a seat left for him.
Never a moment that feels like his.
So Moses has learned a ritual.
He walks to his car, closes the door gently, leans the seat back and watches the 7PM news on his phone.
Sometimes he sits there long after the news ends, just staring at the roof of the car, breathing slowly, trying to feel human again.
When there is a football match, he connects his phone to the car speakers.
He used to shout at the TV with joy once, now he celebrates in silence, alone in the driveway, like a boy hiding with stolen sugarcane.
Inside the house, nobody asks where he is.
Nobody wonders why he eats dinner late.
Nobody notices that he spends more time in the car than in his own living room.
His 13–year–old son, the one he dreamt of bonding with, is always locked away in his room gaming.
The gaming console Moses bought — hoping for father–son weekends is still in its box.
His wife said the cables “make the house look untidy.”
So the box stays on the top shelf.
And the distance between father and son grows quietly, day by day.
Weekends are no different.
On Saturdays, Moses sometimes walks into a house full of chama ladies sipping tea, laughing loudly.
He greets them, forces a smile and walks back out before he blocks the doorway.
He strolls around the estate until his feet ache.
He listens to the sounds of other families in their living rooms; laughter, loud TV, playful arguments things he does not remember the last time he experienced.
When he finally returns at dusk, his younger daughter is watching cartoons on the bedroom TV.
The only other TV is in use.
So Moses sits on the edge of his bed, watching highlights on his phone, pretending he is fine.
Bills keep coming.
The mortgage letter.
The water disconnection threat.
The residents association notice.
Security warnings.
School fees.
Everyone depends on him.
Nobody checks on him.
Yet he never complains.
Because he believes a man must carry the weight silent and steady.
But silence has a cost.
Last month, he told me something that broke me.
“Bro, I feel like I’m disappearing in slow motion. I am alive, but I don’t think anyone would notice if I stopped showing up.”
This is the lonely end of a good man.
A man who gave everything.
A man who showed up every day.
A man who traded his youth, his rest, his hobbies and his peace for his family.
And somehow, without doing anything wrong, he became invisible in the story of his own life.
He is not hated.
He is not mistreated.
He is simply used and unseen which is sometimes worse.
He sits in his car after work because it is the only place he feels the world pause long enough for him to breathe.
He eats alone.
He celebrates alone.
He stresses alone.
He survives alone.
Not because he failed as a man but because good men often fade in the very homes they built
@RealBishopsam@C_NyaKundiH@_AfricanUnion@ymahmoudali This sounds like congratulating a rapist for impregnating an innocent minor and later informing the minor that it is a society norm to celebrate conception and so the minor can go ahead and seek justice.
Leadership is not about PR. It is making decisions and standing by them.
These days, I pretty much only trust people who know their way around the dark.
Not the ones who just talk about it or spot it in others—but the ones who still carry the smell of the cave on their clothes. The ones who’ve sat in their own mess long enough to stop pretending it’s not there. The ones who’ve failed so deeply that grace isn’t just a doctrine anymore—it’s oxygen.
I trust the losers, not the winners.
Because you can’t offer light to others in the dark if you’ve never stumbled around in it yourself. You can’t give away what you don’t have.
When people tell me about their successes, I might feel briefly inspired. But when they tell me about their struggles, I feel less alone.
The best healers are the ones who’ve bled.
So, to those who sat with me in the dust and ashes, to the ones who didn’t try to fix me but simply refused to leave, to those who showed me their scars while I was still bleeding, who whispered hope when I couldn’t find my own voice, who stayed when it cost them something… thank you. You loved me at my worst. You saw me when all I could see was failure. You carried light into my cave and called it grace. I wouldn’t be here without you. I love you—deeply, desperately, forever. #grace #gratitude #friendship #recovery #woundedhealers
Everyone at AFTV is deeply saddened by the passing of former Kenyan Prime Minister Raila Odinga. As a passionate Arsenal supporter and a friend to our community, his warmth and commitment inspired many. His legacy will live on, not only among Arsenal fans but across Kenya, where his leadership and love for the game touched countless lives.
Rest in peace, Mr. Odinga. Thank you for being an incredible part of the Arsenal family.
#RIPRailaOdinga #AFTV #ArsenalFamily
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