You’re not just a tea-fetching errand boy in Junet’s office but also the physical embodiment of wasted opportunity. A grown adult with the intellectual range of a teaspoon, proudly orbiting power you’ll never understand, let alone influence.
You mistake proximity for relevance, yet all you’ve mastered is how to hover silently, waiting for instructions like a piece of furniture that occasionally blinks. Competence is clearly a foreign concept to you.
What’s truly tragic is not your position, but your comfort in it. No ambition, no curiosity, no spine just blind loyalty packaged as usefulness. You’re not part of the conversation; you’re the background noise people tolerate while serious minds actually shape outcomes.
Death is what I struggle to comprehend. The finality of it. The abruptness. The permanence of it. The suddenness. The fact that we live knowing we will die. Like, that is our final destination??
Exactly me last Sunday missing my KQ flight from Kampala to NBO even after disregarding the traffic lights and jumping on the expressway. It was unimaginable!Having checked in online the pilot had to offload us from his flight
IT'S NORRIS ON POLE IN BARCELONA!! 🇪🇸
A STUNNING final lap from the McLaren driver and he takes top spot in a thrilling qualifying session!!!
#F1#SpanishGP