the streets are narrow
and the skies hang low
like ceilings that press against your ribs
every familiar face
reminds you of what you cannot be
there is a horizon beyond
waiting for your footsteps
the air is wider there
the dreams you carry
not crushed by whispers
or the weight of expectation
pack your hopes like fragile glass
and move toward the noise of possibility
before comfort turns into a cage
before smallness convinces you
that this is all you deserve
i write for those who
hear the call
of something bigger
Familiar faces, small talk, same routines... they’ll trap you in quiet comfort and slow decay.
People there will tell you to “be realistic,” not because you can’t do it, but because they never did.
Sometimes growth demands escape.
You owe it to yourself to see how far you can go when you’re not surrounded by limits disguised as love.
One decision to leave could change your entire bloodline.
@preacherboy_09 It’s not about greed, it’s survival dressed as ambition.
Men are taught to earn endlessly, not because they want more, but because the world never lets them rest.
The real wealth is peace, but somehow that’s the one thing no one can afford anymore.
To the “I’m Luo but” gang, I hope the past two days have opened your eyes. Even after Baba’s passing, the hate toward the Luo remains unmasked. When he lived, you said it was Odinga they despised. Now that he’s gone, what excuse is left?
This is my favorite video of Baba
Composed and serving aura while bullets are flying in the air😂
Stand guided this is how to proceed in the next maandamano pls🤣🤣
Alafu mimi kwa maandamano nakuwanga huyo wa kushout “don’t panic” while running at the speed of Faith Kipyegon😂