I learned this from a friend’s father who’s a millionaire.
He said, “When you start making money, don’t rush to buy everything you’ve always wanted. Live at least 30–40% below your means.”
If the money keeps coming at that rate, upgrade your life slowly. Little by little. Let your income become consistent before your lifestyle becomes expensive.
It’s called delayed gratification.
Stability first. Comfort later.
They would have regretted staying too. Regret is mostly just nostalgia. Stay, go: you will regret something. My advice, go and regret where you can actually improve your life if you put in the work. They will be alright.
The older I get the more I realize most of life comes down to about 5 decisions. Who you marry. Where you live. What you do for work. Who you spend time with. What you do with the hours nobody sees. Get those 5 right and you can screw up almost everything else and still be fine.
@NthandaManduwi Competent leaders who will change the current policies that are in place to favor industrialization and entrepreneurship and give it’s own young people a fighting chance! That’s the only way forward. The sooner the better, we are running out of time…
Hurts me to say this: Africa will not be saved by entrepreneurship. We cannot vibecode ourselves into the 4th industrial revolution. We still need to industrialize. To achieve this, we need stronger and better public institutions. We need extremely competent leaders at the helm.
Boys, let me tell you something… Nothing is more important than family. During good times it may be tempting to celebrate with your friends & that’s fine but always reserve your best self & efforts for your family.
As it stands, marriage is a purely ceremonial enterprise. It's obvious that very few of you can be truly monogamous, & the consequences of promiscuity are barely enough to inspire fidelity. And one who is a good parent, was a good one before they signed a marriage certificate, and long after it has been annulled.
Marriage does not make you a better mother, father, or partner. What you will be in marriage, you were long before you met your wife & kids.
The true origins of marriage are economic, not romantic. In the Paleolithic Age, marriage was a foreign concept. We were hunters & gatherers, moving around in small groups. We didn't settle in one place too long, so there wasn't a need for grounded familial structures. Small groups raised their kids collectively.
In the Agricultural Age, large families became a norm - hence polygyny & polyandry, which are collectively known as polygamy. We needed manpower to till the lands. The more the hands, the better the harvest. The land was also largely communal. The need to consolidate individual wealth was not as pronounced.
Then came the Industrial Revolution with its nuclear families. Where one partner went to the factories, as the other stayed behind to look after the kids. It was seamless and natural. Nuclear families became a necessity for survival. Individualism became mainstream. So did the need to consolidate wealth for your family. So we signed pieces of paper, entitling our spouses/kids to inheritance. To protect them.
In the Information & Digital Age, there is greater flexibility. More global connectivity &, hence, more socialization, which leads to multiple romantic exchanges. Moreover, both men and women contribute to the household's sustenance, and, for many, remotely. And there are grounded, legal structures in place to consolidate familial wealth outside marriage.
My contention is, marriage does not make a family. To be a father, mother, or partner, is a commitment you make daily. Whether you are married or not. And since many of you cannot sustainably commit to the institution; an institution that makes some of you too comfortable - shift the focus from the institution to individuals.
Marriage is like a coccyx. It was good when it lasted. It helped us leap through & under the branches. But we are walking now. We can move without a tail.
You're going to be the villain in some people's stories and there's literally nothing you can do about it.
You cannot explain or apologize your way out of their perception. Let them misunderstand you. Let them speak ill about you.
Let them overlook you. It's not your job to manage their thoughts. Be true to yourself, to what's good. Time will vindicate you.
Let them.
I don't know about "classic" but these are foundational 👇🏾:
1. Down 2nd Avenue - Es'kia Mphahlele.
2. Song of Lawino & Song of Ocol - Okot p'Bitek.
3. Mine Boy - Peter Abrahams.
4. Nervous Conditions - Tsitsi Dangarembga.
5. The Palm-wine Drinkard - Amos Tutuola.
6. A Man of the People - Chinua Achebe.
7. Poems from East Africa - Rubadiri & Cook (eds.).
8. So Long a Letter - Mariama Ba.
9. Mission to Kala - Mongo Beti.
10. African Religions & Philosophies - John Mbiti.
11. Coming to Birth - Marjorie Oludhe
11. The Interpreters - Wole Soyinka.
12. Moses Series - Barbara Kimenye.
13. Encounters from Africa - P. Williams (ed.).
14. Aminata - Francis Imbuga.
15. Palace Walk - Naguib Mahfouz.
16. The River & The Source - Margaret Ogola.
17. Tell Freedom - Peter Abrahams.
18. The River Between - Ngugi Wa Thiong'o.
19. Sleepwalking Land - Mia Couto.
20. Born on a Tuesday - Elnathan John.
Holidays are loud. When you're born poor, you first of all have to drag yourself out of it, which is gruelling, quiet work. Let no one shame you for spending time dragging yourself out of poverty.
My family knows the cost of alcohol too well. We’ve lost people — men and women — to it.
What hurts most is seeing good people reduced to chasing the next drink. I’ve watched rational, proud humans wash bar toilets just to get a half. Sell everything that is not nailed down chasing the next sip .
Quitting was one of the hardest things I’ve done. The cravings still show up sometimes. Kama Jana there was a party hapa mtaani I decided to switch off my phone and sleep .But I don’t fight them alone. My wife has walked this road with me. Because of her, I get to come home early. I get to spend Saturday mornings building, not recovering. That joy is worth more than any drink.
Alcohol lies to you. It loans you happiness today and charges you with interest tomorrow.
So I’ve learned to protect my peace. I avoid the places and people that will pull me back in. Resisting is easier when you’re not testing yourself every weekend.
We’re still trying to help a few family members find their way out too. One day at a time.
News has reached me that a nephew of mine we recently fundraised for because of liver damage is back with the bottle barely six months later . He is drinking more than ever . His doctor has warned that this might be the end of the road for him if he continues on this road . Very sad.