AFRICA
- Last month, May 2026, Kenya -- Africa's sixth-largest economy -- halted plans for Microsoft to build a data centre.
It would have used 30% of Kenya's electricity, plunging Kenya into darkness.
That even Kenya doesn't generate enough power was a humbling revelation.
just left the Kenya Space Expo early. Total disaster,beautiful banners, great catering everyone is eating, nobody is building! Zero rockets. I walked in, looked around and thought: are we running a tourism agency or an aerospace program? Absolute phonies 😂
It's hard for me to explain to those outside #Uganda just how irritated the Ugandans are to be lumped in with DRC for the #Ebola epidemic. As of this writing, there have been hundreds of deaths and over 1000 cases in Congo, whereas Uganda has had only 9 cases -- three Congolese, four medical workers who treated them, one driver who drove them, and one other known contact. Only one person has died in Uganda, a Congolese.
So when WHO and Al Jazeera talks about the Ebola epidemic in "Congo and Uganda," it's like saying because there are wildfires in California, you should cancel a trip to the Grand Canyon because some Californians lit a campfire there. Yes, it is possible it *could* spread and you have to be vigilant, but these two situations are nowhere near the same magnitude.
As of this writing, the only Ugandan death has been the tourism industry.
Moving from Uganda to Poland for studies has been one of the most revealing experiences of my life, not just academically, but about people and human nature.
I had a Ugandan colleague next door sharing a room with a Ghanaian. Great guys, or so I thought. For months I showed up, morning greetings, afternoon check-ins, knocking on their door just to say hi. I was the one always initiating, always reaching out. It took time to notice that not once did they come to me. Not a knock, not a greeting, nothing.
Meanwhile, a colleague from Kenya in another building was warm, open, and genuinely welcoming from the start. The choice of where to invest my energy became obvious.
That experience quietly rewired something in me. I stopped forcing connections that were never meant to be. I learned to read what people show you, not what you hope they are.
Effort given consistently and never returned is itself an answer.
Now I wake up, step out, handle my day, come back, and close my door. Not out of bitterness but out of clarity. Not everyone deserves your consistency. Some people are simply not for you, and recognising that early is a gift, not a loss.
Being abroad strips away the familiar and holds up a mirror to the world, and to yourself. What you see in others, and what you learn to accept about yourself, is the real education.
No one wants to hear it but you will have to *work* on everything that is worth having in life.
Your career, your relationships, your health - whatever it is...
So if you don't want to work for it, be prepared to be very disappointed in the quality of everything you get.
You honor Christ at your job by:
• Arriving early and ready
• Working hard without grumbling
• Being a person of your word
• Treating coworkers with patience
• Avoiding all forms of gossip
With the #LondonMarathon taking place tomorrow, we have to throw it back to Stephen Kiprotich making history on these same streets! 🇺🇬🥇
Uganda’s first Olympic marathon gold at #London2012#Olympics
Growing up, I was basically my mom’s shop assistant. 😂
One day, I was at the shop from morning until 4 PM and didn’t see a single customer. I had already labeled it a "bad day." Around 4 PM, my mom called and told me to lock up and come home. I was so happy! I couldn't wait to stop wasting my time sitting there.
I started packing, but a classmate stopped by to chat, which slowed me down. My mom called again, and this time she was furious. She yelled, "What are you still doing there? You better get home right now!"
I started rushing to close, but just before I could lock the door, a man walked up and asked for bags of rice. He ended up buying rice, noodles, and other items totaling 150,000.
Suddenly, more customers started pouring in! Just like that, I ended up going home with 320,000.
When I got home, my parents were waiting for me with a cane because they thought I had disobeyed them.
But the moment I pulled out all that money, their mood completely flipped. You should have seen the joy on my mom's! 😂
My father was even proposing taking to his shop for good luck 😂😂😂😂
It’s Not Over Until It’s Over: A bad morning does not guarantee a bad day. The "market" can change in the final five minutes.
My friend Rotimi bought a car he had no business buying in 2019.
Tokunbo Camry. 2006. Big boot. Leather seats with a crack on the passenger side he covered with a towel he called temporary and is still there today. He drove it off the lot in Berger like a man handed a small country to govern.
We called it the Landlord.
Not because it was fine. Because it acted like it owned everywhere it went.
That car changed our lives in a specific way none of us planned for.
Before the Landlord we were 4 men in Lagos doing what young men do. Complaining about traffic from inside danfos. Eating at bukaterias because they were close and Mama Ngozi knew our orders. Talking about things we were going to do someday in the way people talk when someday feels safely far away.
After the Landlord we had no excuse.
Rotimi showed up one Friday at 7pm outside my flat and said get in. I asked where. He said Ibadan. I said for what. He said suya and a drive and stop asking questions.
We called Femi and Kazeem. Both in within 20 minutes.
We drove to Ibadan on a Friday night talking absolute nonsense for 2 hours. Kazeem argued the entire way that Rotimi was driving wrong. Not dangerously. Just wrong. Wrong gear changes. Wrong AC. Wrong station. Rotimi said it was his car and Kazeem said it was everyone's car now and that was somehow accepted as truth without further debate.
We found a suya spot near Dugbe at 10pm. Old man. Iron skewer. Newspaper wrap. The kind that makes you angry because you know you'll spend the rest of your life comparing everything else to this moment.
We sat on a bench outside and ate with our hands and argued about everything.
Football first. Then money. Then which one of us was most likely to be successful. Kazeem voted himself immediately. Femi said Kazeem's definition of success was suspicious. Rotimi said he was already successful because he had a car and none of us could argue with that.
We drove back at 1am.
Kazeem fell asleep before we reached the expressway. Femi was on the phone with someone he refused to explain. Rotimi drove and I sat in front and we talked quietly the way you talk at 1am when the others are sleeping and the road is empty and Lagos is something you're returning to instead of something you're inside.
He said he bought the car because he was tired of waiting to be ready. Said we all kept saying when things are better we'll do this when things are better we'll go there and things were never better enough so nothing ever happened.
I said that was the wisest thing he had ever said.
He said don't tell Kazeem.
Many trips followed.
Port Harcourt for a wedding where we ate bole and fish by the roadside for 45 minutes and nearly missed the ceremony. Benin City once with no plan, just driving, found a restaurant that served the best ofe onugbu any of us had tasted and sat there 3 hours ordering more than we could finish. A beach in Badagry that took 2 hours to find and was worth the wrong turns.
The Landlord broke down 7 times across all of it.
Twice on the expressway. Once in Benin at midnight. Once so dramatically in Ibadan that a mechanic came out laughing before he even looked at the engine.
We fixed it every time. Stood by the road eating whatever was nearby waiting for the thing to be sorted. Rotimi would say she's resting. Kazeem would say she was never built for this. They argued while Femi and I found cold drinks.
Last month Rotimi sold the Landlord.
New owner came and drove it away and we stood in the compound watching it go like we were seeing off something that had carried more than just us.
Rotimi was quiet. Then he said we did good with that car.
Kazeem said the car did terribly and we overcame it repeatedly.
Femi said same thing.
We laughed on that compound for a long time.
Then Rotimi said he was getting a bigger one.
Kazeem said God help us.
He wasn't complaining.
You may remember the footage of this young supporter from our last game at Molineux…
Yesterday, Wolfie and the @Young_Wolves team surprised Rory in the stands with a fresh box of chicken nuggets.
The poorest countries make it hard to do business.
The richest countries make it easy.
I ran companies in both Senegal and the United States.
In the US, I ordered cardboard boxes online and they arrived the next day.
In Senegal, it was a completely different story:
If I imported boxes, I had to deal with long shipping times, transportation costs, and a 45% tariff by the time they arrived.
The alternative was to get them locally, but that meant a minimum custom order of 1,000 boxes and an 8-week wait after the order was approved.
Most people forget this: poverty is the natural state. You don’t escape it when you make starting and running a business extremely hard.
When I looked at the data and saw the same pattern in every poor and rich country, I was shocked.
Nobody had ever explained it.
Why isn’t anyone talking about this?