Listening to the #TheSituationRoom on @SpiceFMKE I realized one thing for sure. Over half of the 800,000 or plus of our students in grade 9 have been used as #Test_Rats for the new Kenyan education curriculum. Simple term, we just dumped bin over 500,000 of our next generation
ROBERT BURALE stands taller than the prank of that ka-low-key lackadaisical interview recently done by Rozina Mwakideu on her Family's podcast outlet. Fact is, the biggest mistake she has made in life is not her 10-day celibacy that she wants us to tear over - it is her inability to identify a mature therapist to aid her in functionally moving on 13yrs later. She postured unkindness, bitterness and spewed a cocktail of falsehoods and half-truths on the persona of a folk who the whole world knows has a personally documented & lived story of resilience and fortitude, and the rare ability to pick himself up from a two-minute marriage that didn't work for reasons Burale has always graciously elected to keep back-end; to a space of Grace, Hope, Abundance of Anointing to shepherd the Faithful and Minister The Word and more. Feel awkwardly ASHAMED, ROZINA.
Burale has never hidden his scars. He confessed his sins: debt, strip clubs, women. He faced his shame like a man, and he rebuilt himself.
Now a bitter woman crawls out with “regrets.” Of course she regrets, she married Burale of 2013, not Burale of 2025. But her regrets are irrelevant.
Why? Because the man himself regrets his past more than she ever could. He crucified his old self.
Burale of 2025 is not the clown of 2013. He is forged by pain, mistakes, and discipline. A man who hates his former self more than any ex-wife can.
So let her talk. Women love dragging men back to their weakest version. Ignore her noise. The man corrected his path.
Good morning,
It is MONDAY,
Wake up!
Pray.
Meditate.
Journal.
Execute your morning routine.
Conquer your morning and face your week with confidence.
WAKE UP.
#ManDay
Good morning,
Happy new month!
OCTOBER is here.
It is not the month of talking,
Enough with the words in your head.
It is the month of doing.
October is your battlefield of execution.
Refuse the hesitation and procrastination.
Execute.
WAKE UP!
#BuildExecuteReflect
DEALING WITH A WOMAN'S DRAMA
Know this:
Women are performers, and you, the man, are the audience.
They are addicted to their performance. It hooks them onto a loop of dopamine gush.
The performance is cyclical.
Calm, then silent, then inquisitive, then drama, then a storm, then calm again. It is a cycle. It is a test. It is a performance.
It is a biological performance scripted deep in their DNA for survival.
The performance is a circus full of suspense, terror and symphony.
It never stops.
The circus is an archaeology, where she digs deep into the history of your emotions to evoke your response, just like an actress on stage pulls you into her performance by pricking your emotions.
So, women are in a circus, which is a tranquillising drug that masks their flaws.
They are terrified to face their flaws; therefore, they engineer a circus that keeps them in a loop of self-validation.
"You are narcissistic."
"You hate me."
"You are emotionally unavailable."
"You are toxic."
"I hate you."
She is looking for social proof to crucify your frame and make you crumble in fear.
She is seeking public sympathy for herself and using it to tarnish your character and personality.
She wants you to crumble.
But refuse to crumble.
The public lynching will fizzle and she will be left alone, in her cloud of smoke, the darkness of her shadow and the coldness of your silence.
Don't join her circus. Refuse.
Don't be drawn into her puppetry; you will become her puppet.
The solution is to exit the circus. It makes her mad, chaotic, angry and livid.
"Why is this man not talking?"
"Why is he quiet?"
"He hates me."
"Am I ugly?"
"Am I not beautiful to him anymore?"
Switch off the button of attention and watch her burn in rage.
Let her self-inflicted fire consume her as her emotions burn into smoke.
Your silence is a mirror that forces her to look deep into her shadows.
She will cower in shame and guilt.
This terrifies her and will turn her into a helpless child begging for your armour of love.
She will beg for the tranquilliser that keeps her euphoric in her loop of dopamine gush.
She will squirm like an infant craving its mother's nipple.
But remain calm like a mountain in a storm.
When she builds a storm, remain unbowed, and she will forever respect your blood, bones, soul and frame.
Don't entertain disrespect.
Stay hard!