Your destruction will never come at the hands of what you fear most . It will come from what you love . You cant use meat to bait a monkey or bananas to bait a wolf . Be careful of who you show your likes.
We women live a terrifying double life. A mother will look at her teenage son with absolute, boundless empathy. She will hold him when he cries, tell him his feelings matter, and pray to God that he finds a woman who loves him for his pure heart, not his wallet.
But that exact same woman will turn around and look at her husband, who is literally someone else’s grown son and treat him like a malfunctioning piece of farm equipment if he loses his job or shows a moment of emotional fragility. We completely compartmentalize the fact that the men we drain, stress out, and demand traditional protection from were once little boys who were promised that their hearts mattered.
Look at the advice mothers pass down. It is pure, unfiltered hypocrisy.
We sit our daughters down and say: "Never settle. Make sure he is a provider. If he is struggling financially, do not build him up, leave him. You deserve a King." But if a mother catches wind that her son's girlfriend is treating him that way? If her son loses his job and his girlfriend packs her bags? That mother will lose her mind. She will call the girlfriend a gold-digger. She will call her toxic.
We are actively raising our daughters to become the exact type of women we pray our sons never meet.
Building wealth is a way of life, not a one time get-rich-quick scheme.
You won't get wealthy because you deposited Sh 10K once in MMF or SACCO, or bought 100 shares of Safaricom once.
So you are quiting for earning Sh 100 after 30 days of parking Sh 10K in MMF?
The journey of raising the Sh 100 to Sh 2000 within a year counts. The target is to have MMF interests paying for utilities like water, electricity, internet and airtime.
Bond coupons to pay school fees. SACCO dividends to fund wants. Side hustles to fund needs, etc. Financial freedom is lifelong learning and execution.
THE LONELY END OF A GOOD MAN.
This is the Story of My Friend, Moses Kinuthia, my campus buddy.
Since he has allowed me to share. We were in JKUAT together. Young. Loud. Brilliant.
Full of plans about the future and how we would conquer the world.
Today, Moses is an IT Director at one of the leading commercial banks in the country.
On paper, he is the definition of success.
A man who did everything right.
A man who climbed every rung through discipline and sacrifice.
But this is the part nobody sees.
His day starts before the sun.
He leaves home quietly at 5:20 AM, careful not to wake anyone.
The children are asleep.
His wife barely turns.
Moses tiptoes around the house he pays for, moving like a visitor in the place he built.
He gets to work before everyone because that is where his life makes sense.
At the office, doors open.
People greet him with respect.
Colleagues seek his advice.
Managers rely on him.
In that building, Moses still exists.
But in the house he returns to every evening, he has become a ghost.
When he gets home, the living room is always full kids watching shows, his wife on the phone, her sister in law using the TV.
There is never a seat left for him.
Never a moment that feels like his.
So Moses has learned a ritual.
He walks to his car, closes the door gently, leans the seat back and watches the 7PM news on his phone.
Sometimes he sits there long after the news ends, just staring at the roof of the car, breathing slowly, trying to feel human again.
When there is a football match, he connects his phone to the car speakers.
He used to shout at the TV with joy once, now he celebrates in silence, alone in the driveway, like a boy hiding with stolen sugarcane.
Inside the house, nobody asks where he is.
Nobody wonders why he eats dinner late.
Nobody notices that he spends more time in the car than in his own living room.
His 13–year–old son, the one he dreamt of bonding with, is always locked away in his room gaming.
The gaming console Moses bought — hoping for father–son weekends is still in its box.
His wife said the cables “make the house look untidy.”
So the box stays on the top shelf.
And the distance between father and son grows quietly, day by day.
Weekends are no different.
On Saturdays, Moses sometimes walks into a house full of chama ladies sipping tea, laughing loudly.
He greets them, forces a smile and walks back out before he blocks the doorway.
He strolls around the estate until his feet ache.
He listens to the sounds of other families in their living rooms; laughter, loud TV, playful arguments things he does not remember the last time he experienced.
When he finally returns at dusk, his younger daughter is watching cartoons on the bedroom TV.
The only other TV is in use.
So Moses sits on the edge of his bed, watching highlights on his phone, pretending he is fine.
Bills keep coming.
The mortgage letter.
The water disconnection threat.
The residents association notice.
Security warnings.
School fees.
Everyone depends on him.
Nobody checks on him.
Yet he never complains.
Because he believes a man must carry the weight silent and steady.
But silence has a cost.
Last month, he told me something that broke me.
“Bro, I feel like I’m disappearing in slow motion. I am alive, but I don’t think anyone would notice if I stopped showing up.”
This is the lonely end of a good man.
A man who gave everything.
A man who showed up every day.
A man who traded his youth, his rest, his hobbies and his peace for his family.
And somehow, without doing anything wrong, he became invisible in the story of his own life.
He is not hated.
He is not mistreated.
He is simply used and unseen which is sometimes worse.
He sits in his car after work because it is the only place he feels the world pause long enough for him to breathe.
He eats alone.
He celebrates alone.
He stresses alone.
He survives alone.
Not because he failed as a man but because good men often fade in the very homes they built
It is 2025,
Nobody should force you to marry.
Marriage is a resource-intensive institution.
The government encourages you to marry because:
• Marriage expands the tax base.
• Modern marriage is a contract between a man and the government.
• Your wife is a government agent (tax agent, probation officer and spy).
This means:
• More tax.
• More bills.
• Cheaper labour.
• Obedience
• Fewer protests against the state.
Marriage turns modern men into docile beings, tired, exhausted, and ultimately broke.
The system is scared of single men more than men in marriage, while married men are scared of a repressive regime, unlike single men, who have a pool of transmuted energy to tackle repression.
Therefore, before entering into marriage, ensure that your mental, physical, financial, and spiritual pillars are strong and sustainable.
It is 2025, not 1925!
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I have been binging on wealth generation content over the Christmas holiday. Mostly from Diary of a CEO, Lynn Ngugi and Dr. King'ori
And some of the key takeaways I have gotten are this:
- wealth is what you don't see
- if you buy a Gucci bag to look rich, you only made Gucci rich
- 70% of billionaires are self made, you can also do it
- building wealth requires hardwork, discipline, patience and sacrifice
- time is an asset
- Patience is a language of the Gods who have nothing but time. You need it to build wealth
- Forget about work life balance when you are starting your career, sacrifices. Work on becoming an expert at the beginning of your career.
- once your cashflow from your investments exceeds your expenses that's when you start making wealth
- the top 3 richest people either: do real estate, have a business, trade stocks
- if you make for example $500 and your expenses are $600, you shouldn't try to save $100. Work on increasing your income through investing in your skills and improving your negotiation skills
- there is always something to buy, if you make $1000000 you will find something worth $1000000. It's important to cultivate self control as early as possible.
- Agriculture investments should not be a side hustle, they are actually hard 😅
I will add on this thread as I remember. Leave a like if you reasonated. :)
1960s - “Oil will run out in 10 years.”
1970s - “A new Ice Age is coming in 10 years.”
1980s - “Acid rain will destroy all crops in 10 years.”
1990s - “The ozone layer will disappear in 10 years.”
2000s - “The Arctic ice caps will be gone in 10 years.”
2010s - “Global warming will cause irreversible damage in 10 years unless we act now.”
NONE of it happened, but every single prediction led to one thing: MORE TAXES.