Man, I don't have much to say lately. It's a chaotic world. The poor marry, so do the rich. Some die, some are born. I ate meat, I ate veggies. I lost my job, but I got another. And I love it in nature, man. The ocean, the trees: they do something to me, man.
And when I am running, the wind feels like therapy in my face. I also concluded that I have no type, no mechanical standards with people: everybody is an experience. A book I unravel. There are times I wished the novel would go on forever, but I guess I am no life's author: I am only a reader. I can only exist in the moment. Not focus too much on the ending.
There are women I thought I would marry, man. And I loved holding their hands, kissing their foreheads. But I guess it was never meant to be. And it is sad, but it's life, man. That's the joy of it. To feel with abandon. Then heal just as resolutely.
I used to believe I was entirely good. But I got blocked for the first time this year, so I guess I can't be all that. When I tell my stories, I am an angel and rainbow, but I must have hurt people in my past, and I guess I am a little heartbroken by it. I wanted to be perfect. And I always meant well but intentions never count when we hurt people, do they?
And I want to live with the rules, man. But they are so exhausting. Do this, and do that and they still don't guarantee shit. Because after all of it, I am still going to die. You could do everything right, and still lose. And that's just how it is. That's just how it is.
So I guess my only rule is living for now. I will be more pessimistic when I give up. But I have hope still. I see myself with a nice house somewhere with a lot of trees, man. Someone I will wake up to and call "baby". I mean it's stupid when you think it up, but what's the alternative, man? Wake up to a fucking cactus in a pot in my 40s?! Call a cat "honey"?
And my friends look at me and say,"you are too white, brother". Too romantic for life. But I am not the one chasing emptiness with gin. Night after night with nothing to show for it, except bland tales about the pretty girl at the bar, and the big boys that spend cash like it's water. Knowing everything about everyone except ourselves. Chasing everything but us, man. Living vicariously through others, delegating our existence to another. Like a man who has love at home, but won't stop lamenting doomed love. Parroting hell for relevance until he becomes the statistic he spoke into life.
And why must it always be investment. Can't even spend my money in peace. Everybody is preaching and the gospel is all stacking it up. But I saw a local dude in some torn shorts, with his wife and kids in Lamu, laughing to their last teeth by the beach. I mean it's not much, and it could be better. But it's not nothing. Right? We are not going to be dollar millionaires, and I guess that's fine, man. We don't have to be to live life. Most of us won't. But we can still be loved. We can still eat and drink. And that's what they call living, man. So I don't want to talk about the latest cars and flashiest watches. I will settle for the occasional laughter God sends my way.
Until I have lost the light in me, then I will join you. But for now, I want to live. I want to wake up with some excitement. I want to exercise, man. I want to dream. I can't be mechanical about it. I am not a car. Just another dude, who a million years from now won't mean shit. But I've got to live. I've got to live.
Don’t give up.
I know it sounds cliché, but it’s one of those truths that only makes sense when you’ve lived through a rough season.
Time is a blessing in the sense that if you keep moving forward, something positive is bound to happen.
The beautiful thing about life is that people, opportunities and moments are always in motion, like atoms bumping into each other and creating new reactions.
Even when you stay stuck, nothing else is.
Something is bound to happen. If you can hold onto that, you can survive anything.
It’s a simple formula of physics + hope
Put yourself in high-pressure situations ON PURPOSE. The more stress you can handle without breaking, the further ahead you’ll get. As long as you don’t chicken out and back down whenever shit gets tough? You’re gonna make it. Everyone faces pressure. Everyone deals with stress. Most people fold the second things get uncomfortable. They tap out and make excuses. They convince themselves it’s too much. You need to be built different. You need to train yourself to handle more stress than anyone around you. Stress never goes away. It actually increases as you level up. Bigger goals bring bigger problems. More responsibility brings more pressure. If you can’t handle stress now, you’ll never handle what’s coming. Build your tolerance. That’s how you become unstoppable.
Manifestation 101 part 2. Order Uber Eats. Will the food come? Yeah. How do you know? I mean, why wouldn't it. Do you know when it'll come? No, but probably in like an hour. If it takes longer, whatever
Point is, you just trust it'll come and you don't care if it takes 47 minutes or 53 minutes. Food didn't even need to physically arrive yet, but the second you pressed order, you just exited out of the app and continued living your life
You're not anxiously checking the status of the order or spam messaging customer support for updates every couple minutes. You're not thinking about where the driver might be, how much traffic they might hit, any part of the process going on behind the scenes that you can't physically see
Again, pressing order was enough to give you that nonchalant sense of carefree trust. Why can't you do the same with other things in life? Start the business, affirm that you'll make it. Embark on the journey, affirm that you'll make it. Pursue any endeavor, affirm that you'll make it. The win will come, but you're not stressing about the details because you already feel like a winner today
Then just let go. If you can believe that the food is already yours without it actually being in your hands yet, you can believe that anything is already yours without you actually being able to touch it yet. If it's already yours, worrying becomes useless. Now it's just a matter of moving forward as your best self. Unstoppable
Once you start making decent cash:
Lock down a coffee spot where they know your order before you speak.
Find a butcher shop for quality meat over supermarket trash.
A good restaurant for business purposes and dates.
Pick a bar to disappear, unwind,
think.
And a high-end bar, preferably a hotel lounge, for when the settings demand elegance.
Your life is your video game, build your map accordingly.
People Will Chase You in 3 Conditions:
1. When they see your growth
2. When they notice you becoming more beautiful or handsome
3. When they observe you being happiest on your own
Instead of chasing, focus on attracting
Believe that "Whatever is meant for you will come to you." Manifest good things, good people, and good days. Trust in the law of doing and let the law of attraction work for you.
The WOOP method by Gabriele Oettingen is a goal-setting technique (Wish, Outcome, Obstacle, Plan). Here's how it works step by step:
1. **Wish**: Choose a meaningful, challenging but achievable goal.
2. **Outcome**: Visualize the best result and how great it would feel.
3. **Obstacle**: Identify internal barriers (e.g., habits, emotions) that might stop you.
4. **Plan**: Create an "if-then" strategy to overcome the obstacle (e.g., "If I feel lazy, then I'll start with 5 minutes").
Repeat for multiple goals.
I've been on this "woo woo" train for a while. I can say with 100% confidence that thinking, coupled with creating the feeling you desire now (instead of it being a future feeling when you get xyz outcome) works.
A lot of people mess up by envisioning where they want to be, but feeling negative about not being there yet - sends out mixed signals.
Practice gratitude for your future outcome like its reps at the gym.
Don't know where to start? Wealth, health, relationships. Only areas of life that matter. Make some sort of progress in all three every day. Doesn't matter what you do. Don't need to quantify it. Just be able to go to bed knowing you at least attempted to move the needle. All focus should be on the consistency of daily action. Forget the future. Find meaning in the process and you'll just wake up one day financially stable, not fat, and around people you hug a lot. Game has been won and you didn't even realize it. Now you get to max out whatever stats you want for fun. Enjoy forever
Become financially stable doing something you're good at. Find yourself an honest lover to build a purposeful life with. Live within walking distance of a friend or two you enjoy working out and eating with. Design your home in such a manner that warm is the best way to describe it. Have niche interests that excite you to talk about. Remind yourself throughout the day how lucky you are to have been blessed with the opportunity to create a perfect existence
I bookmarked this to respond later. I think I have about 5 mins to weave my thoughts.
If religion didn't exist, the North would have skinned all her politicians alive - home by home.
At the core of Nigeria's working engine as a business, is a simplistic architectural design woven by the trifecta compact of religion, politics & culture.
None of these individual units from the trifecta can function by itself. Religion needs politics, politics needs culture.
All of these individual units are important for the Nigerian people to remain a certain way, for Nigeria to work - for some people.
The reason why certain Christians get abroad and stop going to church altogether is because they discovered that most of the requests the Nigerian church made us pray for, are basic amenities we lacked because of terrible governance.
The church has a market to sell, which is the merchandise of hope but for that merchandise to be relevant, the political beampoint has to do its part - keep policies in place that make sure the people keep seeking hope.
If policies work, everything runs, the ordinary Nigerian can feed, provide and slowly scale upwards the Maslow's hierarchy of needs - the hopeless wouldn't need the church.
If wicked policies run long enough, sometimes the hopeless might seek to speak up - that's where tradition and culture comes in. They create a taper of morality that forbids rebellion.
Sometimes they work hand in hand with religion but the goal is simple - make sure people don't and can't speak. Trap them under the guilt of rebellion. Repeatedly echo that leaders are "appointed by God".
This my friend, is the machinery that has ensured the wheels of the weaponization of poverty run smoothly.
This is a complex conversation we keep avoiding, a conversation that spotlights the instructive elements in a social experiment, like Nigeria, that keeps people chained.
Fire is good - good to cook, good to warm but fire once razed down the entire city of London. This is my point.
Religion is one of the paradoxical social tools that has entrenched into the fibres of our humanity.
As much as it is designed to enforce good, it's been responsible for a lot of bad.
As much as it liberates, it imprisons.
It unites communities, while demonizing others.
The destructive part about this social experiment is that, it is not forceful. Despite its design, it makes you feel like you're willing participants.
As long as you're within, you'll think you're wearing bangles - but people outside the matrix can see visible chains.
It is difficult to step into the awareness of these operational standpoints and not be consistently angry. It is not difficult. It is impossible.
Life. Man.
When you are 25, 35, or 40, it looks like a lifetime away.
If in a good place at 25, say a graduate with good career prospects, and a steady lover, everything seems possible. You imagine you can squeeze a family, husband or wife, two kids, dream home, a PhD, and live your dream life by 35 or 40.
At 25, you look at older relatives or people with messy lives, and you wonder what could have gone wrong.
I remember the first time I attended my daughter’s PTA. I was a relatively young man. There were older folks, older men with vitambis, one or two with greying hair, and in my own youthful folly, I may have cursed inwardly, wondering, “where were they?”
When you are young, you will never understand how someone can be older and be jobless or be rudderless or without a family. When you are young and successful, you become criminally blind to the surprises of life. Sometimes things go so right, you win so much, so consistently, you forget about failure or losses. And these are the people likely to be hit the hardest when life happens.
A business partner in the UK told me how his sister recently alijitia kitanzi. The sister was a bright student all her life and ended up working in a large, global corporation. When she was laid off, the accumulated stress from the loss of her job and undetected depression sent her on a spin ending in death. She was 38.
What is ten years?
It sounds long. Right?
Yeah, but all it takes is one bad, long-term relationship to waste some six years. And you need up to two years to heal. That is, if you are strong and there are no kids. Divorce is a different ball game altogether. It takes almost two years from the point you decide to divorce, to another long year of back and forth, doubts, and all. Post-divorce is a terrible time, and both men and women handle it differently, and people move on in different timelines.
You think ten years is a long time, but all it takes is people saying “tutam” in a mannerless way, and you are stuck in a bad job or jobless for another three years, barely scraping by. We rarely talk about how bad governments keep being shackled in poverty longer than necessary.
You lost a job, and before you know it, three years have passed since you got another one. Some guy commented on my post that it took him 13 years to find a job after losing his first one.
Yaani, 25-42 is such a tumultuous period, and nothing in our constitution prepares you for the vicissitudes of that critical period. Marry right, and you have hit a jackpot. Marry wrong, and a decade of your life is flushed down the drain just like that.
A lecturer in a Kenyan university can turn a basic master’s degree into a nightmare, and what was supposed to be a two-and-a-half-year course can turn into a harrowing five years. There is a year you will drop it altogether, until a sensible friend encourages you to go back and finish.
You can fall sick unexpectedly and get derailed. Things can go wrong. May be ni wachawi wa kwenu. Maybe it is the poor choices you will make.
For instance, in the deep throes of passion, when the sex is good, when her legs are on your shoulders, and you are fishing deeper, you don’t stop to think that maybe, this guy, so good and tender, is a deadbeat-in-waiting. When a girl is all feminine, all-loving, all respectful, as a man, you never think for a moment that in two years she will turn you into an alcoholic milaya, sleeping with anything to get back to her, which is foolish already. Nobody, at the peak of a good relationship, stops to imagine that their partner will be the source of their future anguish.
And red flags?
Useless indicators. Red flags occur to you in startling clarity in hindsight. In hindsight, everything is so clear. But in real time, we assume. Assumption is the mother of all blunders adults are likely to commit.
Can you game life? Can you extract good outcomes if you play right?
I bet you can. Or maybe, everything is predestined to happen, as it happens, and we are just unwilling actors playing out a script whose end we don’t know.
I no longer know these things. Nowadays, I am willfully ignorant.
I saw this meme, and it’s like all of us are here for the first time, so “tupunguze advice”. We won’t stop dishing advice; those of us who do need some humility.
What I have learnt is that advice only makes sense after the experience. Not before.
Sometimes people come to me and all they want is for me to agree with their preconceived notions. When I point out different perspectives, they either go cold on me or disappear, only to reappear a few months later, saying, “Silas, you were right.” I don’t revel in them learning the hard way.
I am also like that.
There was this girl I loved and was so head-over-heels into her. And she had a sparkling charm, and something I had desired in a woman for such a long time. One day, I went to pick her up from the airport with my friend. After we dropped her off at her place, my friend told me to dump her. He was unequivocal with his advice. I was adamant that she was a good girl and that my friend was being unnecessarily hard on her for very humane, if girly, mistakes. After all, no one is perfect. My friend gave me that weary look we give friends who are about to trip. I thought he was jealous. I thought he wanted her. I felt myself smarter than him.
Roughly, a month later, the girl did the thing. No anesthesia. Ushawahi achwa hadi unajicheka? I had to hide from my friend for a while. He still laughs at me. And I hate him because of that.
But after she did that thing, my friend’s advice made sense. He had seen what I could not see when I was in love.
Anyway, to young people, live your life with diligence and discipline. There is so much within our control. And there is more that is beyond our control.
A few things I have learnt, I can tell my 25-year-old self:
1. Your personal goals (career, academic, social, spiritual, hobbies) are yours and yours alone. Never let anyone interfere with them. Not a spouse, not a child, not a family member. Indeed, there is room for adjustment here, a compromise there, as sensibly as it is possible. But never sacrifice personal goals for the greater good of something that can end like a relationship.
2. Don’t judge. Most of us millennials became those unmarried uncles and aunts pretty fast. We became the lucky unemployed uncle and the struggling aunt before we even knew it. Accept your wins as a young person with grace, and your losses with greater grace.
3. Don’t be addicted to anything: alcohol, drugs, sex, or gambling. Nothing enslaves or wastes time like treating an addiction. If you must drink every weekend, if you must use drugs, if you are gambling, you are on a very treacherous path. Morgan Housel said that self-control is having empathy for your future self. Ask an addict how difficult it is to stop a habit that has become their second nature.
4. Quit bad relationships sooner. It doesn’t matter if his pipe cures your demons. Or she rides the ghosts out of you—date people who are likely to complement your life desirably. Nothing wastes more time or derails people more than staying longer in useless relationships.
5. For men, know that at some point, between 25 and 45, you will lose something extremely important in your life. It can be your family (wife and kids), a dream career, your health, yourself, etc. What matters is not that you will lose that thing. What matters is how you handle the loss.
6. Save. Save. Save. Invest. Invest. Invest. However little. However much. You are never too young to be financially wise. Being financially wise is more of an attitude thing than the income you make itself. That is why a government employee earning Sh 50,000 has a better savings portfolio than an NGO guy earning Sh 200,000. Invest in financial literacy, son.
7. Invest in knowledge.
8. Have fun, as in live. Eat your best food. Date your crush. Drink what you like. But all the fun must be earned.
9. Always remember that the years go by very fast. And sometimes, life happens. Your dreams of what you will be ten years ahead may end up misplaced, and you can never predict where you will end up. I have a friend who is working in Kyrgyzstan. Good luck finding that on the map. Dude had completely different plans for life.
10. This came last because it is controversial to most people, but I will always encourage young people to find God.
May the week break.
Uncle Silas.