Jenom

Living life as though every thing is rigged in my favour

[Jay  @Jayzus_]

I dont think niggas quite grasp how insane this is

[Peyton @TowryPeyton]

Happy 20th anniversary to the greatest pit stop of all time

[Zirksee🍽️ @Zirksee]

Does Canada just let Drake do whatever the fuck he wants?

[Zene🧃💚 @Toluzene]

Until the house that owns the colour decides to involve you in their inter house sports.

[Uncle Ruckus @Emarged]

Hey, you’re not going to believe this.

[Bizzleosikoya.eth @bizzleosikoya]

No lies told @eLDeeTheDon

[𝓢𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓮 🏀 @upshine3]

you made a power point.

[random guy on the internet @KharayKrayKray]

The Ulysses Rule:

In the myths, Ulysses was on a voyage home but had to pass a place where sailors and ships were known to perish.

They would hear the voices of the sirens, see what they desired most, lose control, crash their ships, and be devoured by the sirens.

Ulysses wanted not only to survive, but also to hear the song and remain alive. He thought to himself, “I am not more disciplined or strong willed than those who crashed before me.”

So he ordered his crew to plug their ears with wax and tie him to the mast with ten ropes.

When they sailed through, Ulysses heard the songs, saw visions of his wife and son, and struggled to break free. He even began cursing his crew, desperately wanting to escape.

But because he had the humility beforehand to admit he lacked the willpower, he could not free himself, they all made it through alive.

Instead of relying on willpower, he used intelligence to create defining constraints that forced him to follow through on his commitment.

This was the best answer I got to my question.
Thank you!!!

[upma alankar @tobeorusedtobe]

This song is so wild because she's singing about enticing men with her sexy belly dancing and he's rapping about latin americans & carribbeans uniting to stand strong against the CIA

[Chris. @chefmade_92]

Greatest console ever

[Nanyuki Billionaire🇰🇪 @lewis_ngunyi]

If you're in your early 20s, and have been 'academically gifted' almost without much effort, read this.

You're about to discover that, for the very first time, life will demand effort from you.

You're about to fail. Miserably. Quite soon, and inevitably as well. You cannot avoid it.

You'll expect things to go easy, but they won't. Work (the practical side, at least) very often refuses to mirror the theory you're so adept at absorbing.

Work politics, the boss who's devoted to ensuring your brilliance never shows, the one who genuinely cannot process things as fast as you do, but you have to work under anyway.

The confidence identity you've built almost solely around academic brilliance is an unbelievably fragile platform to stand on, in a world designed for grit, speed and delusion.

Sometimes, in a bid to think everything through, you'll stand in your own way.

You sometimes try to create mental models of the world where everything is perfect, but what you're really doing is defaulting to what comes easily to you - thinking about thoughts.

Sometimes you think it's because you're not careless, but most times it's because what's defined you and your brilliance,has always been ease. So you correlate difficulty with near-failure. And you're scared.

Sometimes you imagine you're above entry level roles, because you've seen your peers (at this level you're very much in contact with outliers) get high paying roles. Then time flies by.

If you're looking to start a business, get a co-founder who's oriented towards getting things done. Or you, yourself, understand that every idea in life, however brilliant, demands getting done.

And accept that "doing" hasn't been your forte. So start throwing yourself into things you're terrible at. Get bad, work through it. Push through the discomfort of looking awkward, and find something you were bad at, that you forced yourself to get good in.

A very decent marker of competence, btw, is a book-smart person who can dance. They're smart enough to make functional mental models of a very complex world, yet humble enough to grind through things they're not naturally gifted at, risk looking awkward, for a reward at the end, or just because.

[Babájídé @Babajiide]

High agency is your greatest asset when the odds are stacked against you.
Growing up with limited resources teaches you that waiting for perfect conditions means waiting forever. You learn that nobody's coming to save you, not because the world is cruel, but because everyone's fighting their own battles.
High agency means you stop asking "why me?" and start asking "what's next?" It's seeing every constraint as a puzzle to solve, not a wall to stop you. No connections? Build them. No capital? Start where you are. No mentors? Books, podcasts, and observation become your university.
The beautiful paradox: those who start with less often develop more agency. When you've never had a safety net, you learn to build wings on the way down. You become resourceful in ways that privilege can't teach.
Your background isn't your destiny, it's your training ground. Every obstacle you've overcome has been building your agency muscle. The hunger that comes from scarcity, when channeled right, becomes the drive that refuses to accept "that's just how things are."
The path isn't about forgetting where you came from. It's about using that perspective as fuel. You see opportunities others miss because you've learned to create value from nothing.
Agency isn't about denying systemic barriers exist, it's about refusing to let them have the final word on your story.

[Mr. Possible @Mrpossidez]

Excellence is a jealous god.

[Jenom @youngkass1]

What's that? ......... FACTSSSSSSSSS

[G @gywaimen]

I saw The Incredibles when I was about seven and even then I knew I was watching greatness.

[Dr Ola Brown @NaijaFlyingDr]

Why is it hard for many people to understand what a family office really is?

Most people understand that entrepreneurs build companies that generate wealth.

[G @gywaimen]

Slow and steady.

[Jenom @youngkass1]

@gywaimen Back like you never left 💫

[bandito💜 | comfort food @ogheneyxle]

odunessy the engine?

[African Cinema Classics @afrocinclassics]

Today makes it four years since we lost Zalika Souley, the first "It girl" of African Cinema. May she continue to rest easy.

[Cinderella Man @Osi_Suave]

My wife is away for work, and I am utterly adrift without her.

Nights feel longer. The silence is heavier. I find it hard to sleep without her beside me, her breathing, her warmth, the quiet gravity of her presence. Day by day, we’ve woven ourselves into each other’s rhythm thread by thread until I can no longer tell where I end, and she begins.

There’s no one to watch shows with, pausing to laugh or comment on a character’s foolishness. No one to share a meal with, not just the food, but the feeling of being known while eating. Sometimes, we just sit in silence, doing our individual tasks, but in that silence, I feel safe, loved and understood.

Marriage, when done right, isn’t a prison. It’s a greenhouse. You grow in it upward, outward. You bloom. I only wish I’d married her sooner.

Every act of sacrifice I make for her big or small is done not out of duty but devotion. Because she has brought such rich, radiant meaning to my life.

I remember coming home exhausted one night and falling asleep on the couch. I woke up with my shoes off, a blanket tucked around me and somehow, that moment told me everything I needed to know about love.

Marriage, when in sync with the right person, is like downshifting from gear 8 to gear 3 as you approach the Bus Stop chicane at Spa-Francorchamps.

You’re flying at 300 kph, the engine screaming, the world a blur, and then
8. 7. 6. 5.4.3.

Your brain compresses time.
Your left foot dances.
Your fingers are poised.
Your soul smiles.

Each downshift lands like a heartbeat, perfectly in time. The engine brake sings a beautiful symphony of pressure and grace. The gearbox spits and crackles like applause in a cathedral. The car shudders not in fear but in response. It’s alive. And you are dancing with it.

As you trail-brake into the corner, the rear end flickers just enough to remind you that you're mortal, but you're calm. Gear 3 locks in. The car rotates like it’s thinking with you, not against you. You glide over the curb, short-shift to 4th, and rocket out of the apex with purpose.

That’s what marriage is.
When it works, it’s not chaos. It’s control. It’s not noise. It’s harmony.
It’s not slowing down, it’s finding the right gear to move forward together.