Ngenia Boys performing Ngai Murathimi by Ruth Wamuyu, in the African Gospel Music category. Now THIS is what we call a top tier performance. Angali how the white gloves on the boys elevate the whole presentation everything is so clean and well coordinated.
if there's one thing i have learned from the women before me, it is not to make huge life altering sacrifices for men. They do not deserve such loyalty and commitment
A major advantage in life: Refusing to count yourself out. You can lose momentum. Make mistakes. Take the wrong path. Start late. None of it matters as much as your willingness to begin again. Never underestimate the power of deciding you are done living beneath your potential.
It lowkey benefits luxury brands to racially profile rich black folks bc rich black folks still suffer from a complex and that complex will force them to buy up the whole store in retaliation lol.
So they get to be racist to you AND get your money lol
i dare you to be as delusional as possible for 30 days. compliment strangers. ask for things that feel out of your reach. take shot after shot after shot. you won’t hit them all, but you’ll hit a couple. but what you hit isn’t the point. it’s about rewiring what you see as possible. when you remove your self imposed limits, you realize they were never real to begin with. anything is possible my friend. but it’s up to you to pursue it.
Being on sabbatical has messed with my sense of time and productivity.
The sense of urgency at work seemed to compress the entire day more than I was appreciating. Wake up quickly, commute efficiently, squeeze email replies into the coffee line or elevator. Wolf down dinner, fit a hard workout into 45 minutes, skim interesting articles you stumble across, keep tabs on a dozen different Slack threads, then still find time to rush through a chapter of personal reading before knocking out.
I assumed that removing the work block would add 8-12 productive hours back to each day, but it never seemed to work like that for me.
On sabbatical, you're a bit slower to get up in the morning. You sit with your coffee for a while. You actually read that random article in your inbox all the way through. You linger over a nice breakfast, then find yourself out in the sun not really doing anything for five minutes or half an hour. You read 30-50 pages of your current book and actually sit with it, maybe chasing down a few tangents or references along the way. A bit of life admin, a slow trip to the grocery store, a dinner built around some new recipe, then some time winding down for bed.
Before you know it, the day is just sort of over, and all you did was read 40 pages, send some emails, and eat two nice meals. You maybe didn't even get around to meditating despite having basically no formal claims on your time.
I had an instinctive revulsion to this at first, like I’d made a sort of negative-sum exchange. I spent a while cargo-culting the tempo of work into an empty calendar, trying to recreate that same sense of urgency and forward motion. But without an actual forcing function, it never really took. I knew the deadlines were fake, and the day kept expanding around them anyway.
I eventually stopped fighting it and accepted that removing work from the equation had just sort of inflated everything else in my life: slower meals, slower reading, slower conversations, more time wandering or doing nothing in particular. I’m still often confused at the end of the day, unsure of where the time went, but I’ve mostly stopped treating that as a problem to solve and instead view it as the inherent tempo of the season I’m in.
There's something illegible about what I'm getting out of this season. I can feel myself paying finer-grained attention throughout the day, even if there's no clean metric at the end of it to tally against. Maybe six months of lingering slightly too long in the tomato aisle at Berkeley Bowl is slowly beating the Protestant work ethic out of me.
God is saying to you: Pack up. Your current season is coming to an end, and I am leading you into something greater than you imagined. Leave behind the disappointments, fears, doubts, old mindsets, and every burden that no longer belongs in your future. You were never meant to carry yesterday into the blessings I have prepared for tomorrow. I am opening new doors, new opportunities, life-giving relationships, and greater purpose for your life.
Kenyan Millenials, can we all agree, that at the very least, the environment needs to be full of trees and beautiful. If you get into power, at the very least, do that for the rest of us.
There is this Cameroon woman called Nadine.
She owns a salon called Nadines hair braiding in Maryland.
The salon looks more like a factory and they call in clients names kama vile bank inasema go to counter number.
Business nayo ilimkubali kabisaa what do you mean you have 300 employees and 160 plus customers sitting at once to be braided?
They have food, vip section, kids play room, waiting bay.
This is a big business kabisa.
I get blown away every time I read this paragraph by Carl Jung:
“To love someone else is easy, but to love what you are, the thing that is yourself, is just as if you were embracing a glowing red-hot iron: it burns into you and that is very painful. Therefore, to love somebody else in the first place is always an escape which we all hope for, and we all enjoy it when we are capable of it. But in the long run, it comes back on us. You cannot stay away from yourself forever, you have to return, have to come to that experiment, to know whether you really can love. That is the question-whether you can love yourself, and that will be the test.”