A Kenyan developer @0x3Matt has built a virtual replica of Nairobi to make apartment hunting easier.
Imagine exploring different neighbourhoods before physically visiting a property.
Would you use it?
TODAY IS MY FIRST FRIDAY AS A NON-MUSLIM.
I was a Muslim. I embraced Islam, returned to the mosque, read its books and tried to practise the faith sincerely.
However the laws, words and actions I have witnessed from Saudi Arabia, a country regarded by many as the heartland of Islam, have left me deeply disillusioned.
When people are killed in the name of religion, when executions are celebrated or brutality is defended using God's name, I am left asking a painful question: What is the difference between a man who kills in the name of terror and one who kills while claiming religious authority?
A title, a robe or a religious position cannot make violence righteous.
I cannot reconcile the God I believe in with the cruelty people sometimes justify in His name.
I refuse to pretend that I am at peace with things that trouble my conscience.
Today, I returned all my Islamic books to the mosque.
For me, it was a deeply personal moment. I felt a sense of peace, and I am choosing to move forward without hatred.
Let me be free. Let me breathe. Let me live.
I will respect Muslims. I will respect Christians.
I will respect Hindus, traditional African believers, atheists and even those whose understanding of the divine is completely different from mine. Some worship in churches, others in mosques, temples or beneath sacred trees.
I am not God, and I have no authority to sit in His place and judge the worth of another human being.
I still believe in God. I believe in His oneness and holiness, in accountability, in the reality of death and the possibility of resurrection.
My decision to leave Islam does not mean I have abandoned every belief I hold sacred.
What I reject is the idea that anyone has a monopoly on God, or that violence becomes holy simply because someone attaches God's name to it.
Saudi Arabia's religious establishment and the actions of those who claim to defend Islam have deeply damaged my perception of the faith.
When religious authority is associated with cruelty, it makes religion itself look violent. That is a tragedy for every sincere believer who wants nothing more than peace.
I am not leaving Islam to hate Muslims. I am leaving because I no longer wish to remain in a faith I can no longer reconcile with my conscience.
My new chapter begins with one principle: I will respect your right to believe, provided you respect my right to question, disagree and walk away.
I choose peace. I choose freedom of conscience. I choose humanity.
I am not God. I will not play God. And I will not hate you simply because you pray differently from me.
It was Friday night....You went out. You drank. You danced. Maybe you had sex. Maybe you simply stayed out until morning....THE SATURDAY MORNING AUDIT
Now that you are home, do the economics.
What did last night actually cost you?
Not just the bill.
How much money did you spend?
How many hours did you spend?
How much of today have you already lost recovering?
What did alcohol take from your clarity, judgment and productivity?
What did sex cost you — or potentially expose you to — beyond the few minutes of pleasure?
What did the club cost you after transport, drinks, food, company and the morning after?
And most importantly:
What could that money, time and energy have become if you had kept them?
Because every temptation is an economic test.
Every act of discipline preserves capital.
Every repeated pass compounds.
Every repeated failure compounds too.
And money is bigger than cash.
Your time is capital.
Attention is capital.
Health is capital.
Reputation is capital.
Relationships are capital.
Productivity is capital.
Credibility is capital.
Optionality is capital.
And yes — money is capital.
Sometimes saying NO is one of the highest-return investments you will ever make.
Temptation says:
Enjoy now. Pay later.
Discipline says:
Pay the price now. Enjoy the dividend later.
So before you sleep this Saturday morning, calculate Friday night.
Did you pass the test?
Because eventually:
TESTS + PASS = TESTIMONIES.
And sometimes, those testimonies become MONIES.
— ONAGI OKSECHI | THE THINKING RHINO
IF YOU DIED TOMORROW, YOUR FAMILY WOULDN'T BE ABLE TO ACCESS A SINGLE THING YOU OWN DIGITALLY.
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My first time kuenda Rwanda, nilipanda Coast bus.
Ngiri saba cash. I was too broke for ndege and I did not want to risk kujigonga kichwa kwa ukuta
Ilianza kuharibikia Naivasha. By the time we were getting to Uganda, it was 3 days later. Nilifika Kigali after 4 days
Kukinyesha, nikama uko ndani ya kibanda, sio gari. Wait until I found out Trinity buses, very disciplined attendants, clean, choo ndani, absolute comfort on wheels
Then I went to Arusha and you know TZ is huge. Those guys have buses zinakaa Ndege aise! Arusha to Dar. Arusha to Border
Halafu Kenya tukona akina TAHMEED.
BED BUGS TUPU. Oya, bus Number KCR 618W, fumigate that vehicle bana, customers are complaining!
Our girl Risper Wambui boarding her flight ✈️ to India. This is the part of Kenyans that I love to see. The contributions was a generous one. May The Lord heal our angel🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏
If you’re looking for a farm-themed restaurant in the outskirts of Nairobi, can I plug you with my latest baby?
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One year ago, I signed the dealership papers for a South Korean brand almost nobody in this market had heard of.
My friends thought I’d lost it.
“TCL is the one moving,” one of them told me. “Why are you betting on a brand nobody knows?”
I didn’t have a great answer. I just believed in the product.
The first few months were brutal. I’d open the shop, arrange the fridges and TVs, and wait. Customers would walk in, look around, and gravitate straight to the names they recognized. Some days I sold nothing. I remember sitting in the shop more than once thinking, maybe my friends were right. Maybe I should just close this dealership and move on.
But something kept me going. Call it stubbornness, call it belief. I kept pushing. Kept explaining the quality to anyone who’d listen.
Then one customer took a chance on a fridge. Then another bought a TV. Then a washing machine.
Word started moving quietly; a satisfied customer telling a neighbor, a neighbor telling a colleague. Before I knew it, referrals became our biggest source of business. The same brand nobody wanted to hear about was now the one people were asking for by name.
Today, that “blunder” is one of the best decisions I’ve made in business.
If you’re looking for genuine fridges, TVs, or washing machines we’ve got you. Call or WhatsApp 0722 300 252.