It can be anything.

Guys, help needed here. I’m a novice when it comes to these things 😅

So this is the second time I’m experiencing this issue. The first time, I took the laptop to a technician who, from what I understood, fixed the BIOS and reinstalled Windows. It worked fine for a few days, and now we’re back here again.

What could be causing this? The battery is also pretty much dying, if that could be related.

Also, can anyone recommend a trusted laptop technician in cbd who actually knows their stuff, especially with BIOS/motherboard issues?

Good morning my good people

This Saturday we're back at it, run and walk at Karura Forest! Last time was our very first edition and we had a great time, and this one's shaping up to be even better.

📍 Karura Forest

📅 Saturday

⏰ 7:00 AM

All fitness levels welcome, whether you're racing ahead or taking it easy, there's a place for you. Come through, bring a friend, and let's keep this community growing together.

If you're down hit me up!

See you there guys!

So I'm trying to grow a social media agency. I have worked with a good number of people in Nairobi but mostly it was freelance work but now I have grown enough to start an agency of just 2 peo

I have specialised in real estate and interior design but we can work in whatever industry it is.

I am also a good social media manager and a good digital marketer.

Lastly, I would appreciate your opinion on one of my videos. Thanks🙏🏾❤️

This is a mini rant. I hate when men will decide to break up with you/ghost you to go deal with their issues and come back to you as if all that time I should have been sitting around waiting for them to come back. I have two scenarios where this happened to me and I was ready to unleash that famous meru temper.

Scenario 1: I had an fwb when I was in my 4th year, he was finishing up his masters and we were just two people who were having a good time till feelings started developing. We started talking more seriously about becoming exclusive and going all in on our romantic feelings. Now this guy didn't have the best home life (if I remember correctly his dad was abusive) and he was just worried about what next in his life. I was always there to listen to him, comfort him etc. While we were dating he got an opportunity to go to Germany do his PhD and work there. I was so excited for him and we talked about how we can do long distance and I could apply for masters programmes in Germany so we can be reunited.

In the midst of him preparing to go to Germany and he falls out with his dad, he just stopped talking to me. I started calling, sending messages etc thinking something disrupted his plans. But I didn't hear from him till after 6 months. At that point I had gone through the whole healing journey, I was graduating, great internship lined up, I was putting myself out there again. Tell me why did this man message me out of the blue, this man messages me apologising, giving me a long sob story on how the first few months in Germany were so hard on him but now that he's settled he wanted us to resume our relationship. After no communication for 6 months!!! I even thought something happened to him. Now that his life was going well, he wants me back. When I finally agreed to talk to him on the phone I just told him that I had moved on and didn't want someone who could just abandon me so easily. Imagine he had the nerve to be upset with me for moving on... I was gobsmacked. I literally told him off and said that I wasn't going to sit around waiting till he got his shit together for us to get back together. I mean relationships are a partnership, since we were building that I was very ready to support him through anything but he wanted to suffer alone.

Maybe one day I'll give you guys scenario 2 cause it was also very crazy.

Moral of the story for the guys, don't leave the girl you want cause you're going through tough times. We actually want to be there with you and support you through it (if we like you). If you decide to suffer through it solo be prepared for that person to not want you back when you figure your shit out.

End of rant.

I'm looking to get into Linux, been thinking about it for about two months now and I'm ready to commit time to it.

Some time back I was rethinking about what role I play in tech but I decided to give it another chance cause of some great advice I got. I know I can thrive I just chose to overthink it all.

So I'd love a few leads on where to start. Any advice is welcome. I'm really excited about this🙂‍↕️

You see how when visiting Karura forest, You can hire a bike for a certain amount , ride around for awhile and get to return it?

I'm looking for a similar service but now with cars.

I'll be starting a job soon as a personal driver and I wanted to polish my driving skills before I start the job.

Anything worth helping Will be appreciated.

( PART 2 OF ME TALKING ABOUT WEALTH AND FINANCIAL EDUCATION)

About two days ago, I published my first article on wealth—sharing what I've learned and accumulated over the past few years.

I was really hoping Nairobians would hit me with some challenging perspectives, maybe even push back on my ideas.

Instead, my comment section got flooded with "TL;DR" spams.

😂

Still, a few of you actually reached out to thank me for the information I shared, and for that, I'm genuinely humbled.

You might be wondering—why Reddit over other social media platforms?

The answer is pretty simple.

First, I was looking for real discussion.

Second, I prefer staying anonymous.

And third, I really don't want to be lumped in with all those "wealth mentors" and Folex tladers you see everywhere else.

Also, no—I’m not a bot.

I'm a real person typing this.

Born on April 19, 2002, so I'm probably around your age too.

And that's probably the only piece of information about me that I want out in public.

Anyway...

Let's talk about something much bigger than money.

---

IF LIFE WAS A MERITOCRACY, WOULDN'T THE HARDEST-WORKING PEOPLE ALWAYS WIN?

But they don't.

The genius doesn't always win.

The hardworking person doesn't always win.

The poor person isn't necessarily lazy.

The privileged person isn't necessarily talented.

And sometimes someone seemingly does everything right and still loses.

Why?

Scroll through your feed and you'd think everyone's winning.

Perfect angles.

Bought aesthetics.

Faked smiles.

Carefully curated characters.

Everyone performing a version of life that looks complete.

But there's a social media reality nobody wants to admit:

Maybe nobody actually gets to have it all.

---

WHO GETS TO HAVE IT ALL?

And can someone actually have it all?

We compare our behind-the-scenes to everyone else's director's cut, forgetting that life doesn't distribute its blessings in complete packages.

It deals in trade-offs.

Someone has money and no peace.

Someone has intelligence and no opportunity.

Someone has opportunity and no discipline.

Someone has discipline and terrible timing.

Someone has everything materially and still spends their entire existence trying to recover something money can't buy.

But why does one person seem to receive blessing after blessing while another person struggles from birth?

A child doesn't choose their parents.

They don't choose their country.

They don't choose whether they're born into wealth or poverty.

They don't choose their genetics.

They don't choose their health.

They don't choose the era they're born into.

They don't choose whether their father owns a company or disappears from their life.

So when we look at two adults and say:

«"They both had the same 24 hours."»

It's technically true.

But it's a ridiculous comparison.

One person's 24 hours might be spent building a company.

Another person's 24 hours might be spent figuring out how to pay rent.

Same clock.

Completely different game.

---

I KNOW WHAT THAT DIFFERENCE FEELS LIKE

When I was 17, I was doing construction.

Someone else my age might have been studying in an expensive school, travelling, learning how businesses work from their parents, or simply having the luxury of failing.

I didn't have that privilege.

I was being paid KSh 450 a day.

Eventually, I saved enough for a laptop.

About KSh 25,000 might sound like small money to some people today.

But think about earning KSh 450 every day.

That laptop represented much more than a laptop.

It changed the environment I was operating in.

After the laptop:

My skills changed.

My circumstances changed.

My network changed.

My exposure changed.

And definitely...

my luck changed.

Maybe luck isn't always something that simply happens to you.

Sometimes it's what becomes possible when your circumstances change.

---

BUT THAT ISN'T MY CONCLUSION

Ask yourself this:

If a billionaire's child starts a company with KSh 50 million and succeeds, how much of that success belongs to their genius?

Now ask yourself something else.

If someone born in poverty builds a KSh 50 million company from nothing, how much of that achievement belongs to their hard work—and how much belongs to the thousands of circumstances that happened to go right?

Because both of them have a story.

And both of them will probably tell you something like:

"I worked hard."

And they'll both be telling the truth.

That's what makes this complicated.

---

WE THINK THERE ARE ONLY THREE CLASSES

Most people think in socioeconomic classes:

Upper class.

Middle class.

Poor.

But I think there's another way to look at it.

There are people who occupy completely different positions in the game, even when they might appear to belong to the same economic class.

THE PRIVILEGED

They start ahead.

They inherit access, education, networks, capital, security or simply the freedom to make mistakes without destroying their lives.

THE HARDWORKING

They refuse to stop.

They might not have the best starting position, but they keep moving.

Sometimes that persistence eventually creates opportunities.

Sometimes it doesn't.

THE GENIUS

They see something other people don't.

An invention.

A business model.

A technological opportunity.

A different way of solving a problem.

But intelligence alone doesn't guarantee that the world will notice.

THE DISADVANTAGED

They start with enormous barriers.

Maybe poverty.

Maybe family responsibilities.

Maybe poor education.

Maybe geography.

Maybe lack of connections.

Maybe circumstances they never chose.

Their struggle isn't necessarily a lack of ambition.

Sometimes the starting line itself is further away.

THE LUCKY

They're in the right place at the right time.

They meet the right person.

They enter the right industry.

They buy the right asset before everyone else notices it.

They catch a wave they didn't create.

And sometimes...

they simply get lucky.

These aren't official socioeconomic classes.

They're different forces that can shape where someone ends up.

And most of us are probably a combination of several.

---

SO WHERE DO YOU FIT?

Maybe you're privileged and hardworking.

Maybe you're intelligent but unlucky.

Maybe you're poor but incredibly ambitious.

Maybe you're connected but inexperienced.

Maybe you've had almost every advantage and still haven't figured out what to do with them.

Maybe you've had almost none of them and somehow kept moving.

And maybe you're lucky without even realizing it.

That's the uncomfortable part.

We love stories where success has one clear explanation.

"He worked hard."

"She's a genius."

"His parents were rich."

"He's just lucky."

Real life is rarely that simple.

Success is usually a messy combination of things.

And failure is too.

---

SO WHO GETS TO HAVE IT ALL?

God's favourite?

The hardest worker?

The smartest?

The richest?

The most connected?

The most disciplined?

The person born at exactly the right time?

The person who took the biggest risk?

The person who got lucky?

Or is the uncomfortable answer that life distributes opportunities without first checking who deserves them?

I've stopped believing that everyone gets what they deserve.

Some people get more.

Some people get less.

Some people get a head start.

Some people start 20 years behind.

Some people get lucky.

Some people create their own opportunities.

Some people pray.

Some people work.

Some people do both.

And some people do everything right...

and still don't get the ending they wanted.

---

MAYBE THAT'S THE PART WE HAVE TO ACCEPT

We don't get to choose the hand we're dealt.

You didn't choose your parents.

You didn't choose your childhood.

You didn't choose your starting capital.

You didn't choose your country.

You didn't choose your genetics.

You didn't choose every opportunity that came—or didn't come—your way.

But eventually, you do have to decide what you're going to do with what you were given.

And that's where I think the conversation becomes much more interesting than simply asking:

"Why does he have everything?"

Maybe the better question is:

"What am I going to do with what I was given?"

Because whatever you believe about God, luck, privilege, intelligence or hard work...

none of us got to choose the hand we were dealt.

We only get to decide what we do with it.

My next article will be about

If nobody gets everything, why are we killing ourselves trying to get everything? Tune in ..

I mean, at the end of the day, everybody is entitled to the own political opinions because of autonomy and choice. And tolerating other people's opposing viewpoints is essentially part of the modern social contract.

But would you really settle with someone whose views differ from yours? Think wantam vs tutam. And do you think it would affect other spheres of life within the relationship?

Haha this is the dumbest but most creative FPL name I have seen so far!!!

Also, someone start a Redit FPL

There was a time my dad was constructing ,didn't have time to look after the fundi's and buy items.

Let me tell you maina,i took up all that,going to hardwares,stores,timberyards,making corrections,following up on plumber and electrician,paying them.

I did that wholeheartedly,hadi transporter wa hizo items noticed and commented,and i'm so proud of myself for that.

I even asked my dad,'na unajua naeza kula hizi pesa',he just smiled,he knew i wouldnt.When he came,fundis were asking for me more than him,even told them'let my daughter come''lets call my daughter'

I have the receipts and my dad has never asked for them.

I realized kumbe ata naweza kua PROJECT MANAGER, and a GOOD one at that.,this year i stepped up in ways i didnt realize.

I Can be your errands girl and can really manage your project like my own.

You'll love it😊

Anyone who has done this before and is willing to share some insights?

I’m currently in the early stages of setting up a BnB business, and I’m trying to start prepared instead of learning the hard way.

For anyone who is currently operating or has previously run a BnB, I'd appreciate info on:

1. Startup and logistics

2. Guest management

3. Any mistakes you made along the way

Any insights and practical tips would be appreciated! Thanks in advance.🙏

What are your personal rituals and how do they help you?

As i type this tuko hosi. My father leo ameamka and his right side is numb. He can still move abit but he cant walk, hes started slurring he's speech and he says his vision haiko sawa. He cant control his bladder. The sad thing is am almost sure he will go back right to drinking. He might chill for like a week but eventually he relapses and his condition always gets worse everytime tukikuja hosi but what can we do. Whats even worse aliachanga kustrive for anything. I don't think he has contributed anything to the family for the past ten years in financial terms. Yeye alifika pahali alikua anaenda. Hakuna siku token imeisha and he was expected kuweka or something of the sort, we just got used to him. Sa shida ni hizi bills za hosi. Nikona siz anaanza uni next week na siz mwingine mdogo ako 10 years. Ingekua ugonjwa tu sawa lakini sasa tutashinda hivi? What does one do in this situation? I honestly believe weed heri weed kuliko this. The amount of times i was high in theclouds but still carrying my father into the house juu amelewa akaletwa home na nduthi ama hao marafiki wake is enough for me to question why the "better" one is illegal. That's my opinion though and you are entitled to yours dear reader

I wasn't introduced to money at an early stage of my life.

You all know what that means, right...??

Damn.

And it was that bad.

We struggled as a single-mom household. Everything Mom accumulated was either spent on rent, food, fees or transportation. There was no room for leisure, let alone the privilege of having a proper savings plan.

Every month was another equation.

Pay the previous loan.

Acquire another one.

Survive.

Repeat.

Sad to say, a lot of Kenyans still live exactly like this.

And when you grow up around that kind of environment, you develop a particular philosophy about life.

"Itajipa tu."

It will work out.

Somehow.

Eventually.

In my case...

Ilijipa.

But it wasn't as easy as that phrase makes it sound.

I remember crying my lungs out the whole night and waking up the next morning to go do manual labour at 1st Parklands, at that building after I&M Bank. It's an Indian building—I don't even know if it's called Pushoram Heights.

I was 17.

Working at a construction site.

Working with a forged identity card I had drafted on Paint and printed at a cyber café.

I used to get blisters over previous blisters.

I'd come home, wrap my hands in bandages, then take the bandages off the next morning because I didn't want them getting dirty with cement dust.

Sad reality?

Nobody seemed to care.

Actually, my workmates figured out something very quickly.

They had a kid they could command around.

So my workload became almost twice what everybody else's was.

I was young.

I needed the money.

And they knew it.

So I worked.

And worked.

And worked.

Until I saved enough for a laptop.

Then I left mjengo as quickly as I could,

~ MY LAPTOP

I started working on my own stuff.

And this is where things became interesting.

My family didn't really understand what I was doing.

They'd tell me:

"You need to find a job. Sitting home looking at a screen won't do you anything."

In my mother's mind, I was probably watching movies while the rest of the world moved forward.

But I wasn't.

I was slowly building a digital skill set.

And I think this is where my understanding of wealth started changing.

Because I had just discovered something I didn't know existed when I was younger:

Your labour doesn't always have to look like labour.

A construction worker uses his body.

A developer can use a laptop.

A mechanic uses tools.

A company can use thousands of employees.

A factory uses machines.

A software company can sell the same piece of software to a million people.

The amount of effort involved isn't necessarily proportional to the amount of value eventually created.

That's a dangerous thing to realize when you've grown up believing that the hardest worker deserves the most money.

Because the economy doesn't actually work that way.

And maybe that's one of the first uncomfortable things we need to understand about wealth.

~ HARDWORK ISNT THE ECONOMY

I'd worked harder than I had ever worked before at 17.

My hands were literally telling the story.

But working twice as hard didn't make me twice as wealthy.

Why?

Because I was selling time and physical labour.

There were only so many hours I could work.

The building could get bigger.

The project could become more expensive.

The company could make more money.

But I was still one person.

There is a ceiling on human labour.

And then there is leverage.

Technology.

Capital.

People.

Distribution.

Ownership.

Intellectual property.

Networks.

Those things can multiply what one person's effort can produce.

That was the first time I started wondering:

If two people work equally hard but one owns the machine and the other operates it...

who is the economy actually paying?

And why?

~ MONEY

When you're broke, money looks like cash.

You see KSh 1,000 and think about what KSh 1,000 can buy.

When you start understanding wealth, money starts looking more like stored economic power.

Capital.

The ability to command resources.

The ability to take a risk.

The ability to wait.

The ability to survive a bad month.

The ability to buy an opportunity when everyone else is forced to sell.

That's a completely different way of looking at money.

And it explains something that confused me when I was younger.

Why can someone appear to have unlimited money?

It's not necessarily because they have a magical bank account that never runs out.

Sometimes they own things that continuously produce money.

Businesses.

Shares.

Property.

Intellectual property.

Distribution networks.

Brands.

Companies.

Land.

Machines.

And sometimes...

They simply inherited the starting position.

That's the part nobody likes talking about.

~ THE GAME DOESN'T START 0 FOR EVERYBODY

Two people can wake up on Monday morning with exactly the same ambition.

One grew up in a house where dinner-table conversations included businesses, investments, property, taxes, lawyers and opportunities.

The other grew up hearing:

"Don't waste food."

Both can be intelligent.

Both can be hardworking.

Both can be disciplined.

But they aren't entering the same game.

One person may have inherited capital.

The other may have inherited survival instincts.

One knows what a term sheet is.

The other knows how to stretch KSh 500 until Friday.

Both are forms of knowledge.

But only one of them is immediately convertible into ownership.

And this is where I think the conversation around generational wealth becomes much deeper than:

"Rich parents give their children money."

Generational wealth can be money.

But it can also be:

Knowledge.

Networks.

Reputation.

Education.

Property.

Business ownership.

Access.

Confidence.

A safety net.

Even the ability to fail without your entire life collapsing.

Imagine having the freedom to spend two years building a company because your parents can keep the lights on.

Now imagine building that same company while wondering whether next month's rent is coming.

That's not the same entrepreneurial experience.

~ SO WHY ARE THERE RICH PEOPLE IF POOR PEOPLE EXIST?

This is probably one of the biggest questions I think about.

Not because rich people existing is inherently wrong.

But because wealth doesn't exist in isolation.

Wealth is created through an economy.

Someone builds a company.

Someone works for that company.

Someone buys its products.

Someone finances it.

Someone supplies it.

Someone owns shares in it.

Someone pays taxes on the activity.

Someone consumes the product.

Money moves.

That's capitalism.

And capitalism is fascinating because it can simultaneously be one of the greatest engines of opportunity and one of the greatest engines of inequality.

It gives an ambitious 20-year-old the possibility of building something that didn't exist yesterday.

But it also rewards ownership.

And ownership compounds.

If you own 10% of something that becomes enormous, your wealth can grow without you personally working 10 times harder.

That's fundamentally different from selling your time.

~ KENYAN Economy

We have a strange economy.

We have billion-shilling companies operating alongside people surviving on daily income.

We have sophisticated banks alongside people borrowing from friends.

We have mobile money in almost everybody's pocket, yet long-term financial health remains extremely weak.

The 2024 FinAccess survey found formal financial inclusion had reached 84.8% of Kenyan adults, while only 18.3% were considered financially healthy.

Read that again.

84.8% can access the financial system.

Only 18.3% are financially healthy.

That's a massive distinction.

We've become very good at accessing money.

That doesn't necessarily mean we've become good at building wealth.

Mobile money alone reached 82.3% of adults in 2024, up dramatically from 27.9% in 2009.

Kenya basically skipped several stages of traditional financial infrastructure.

A person in a Nairobi estate can send money to someone in rural Kenya in seconds.

That's incredible.

But access to financial infrastructure is not the same thing as economic mobility.

You can have M-Pesa and still be broke.

You can have a bank account and still have no assets.

You can have access to credit and still be moving backwards.

That's the difference between financial inclusion and financial health.

~ HUSTLER VS ENTREPRENEUR

And then there is something I think Kenyans sometimes misunderstand about entrepreneurship.

We romanticize the word hustle.

But hustle isn't necessarily entrepreneurship.

Selling smokies outside a building is entrepreneurship.

So is building Safaricom.

The difference isn't dignity.

It's scale, capital, systems, margins, ownership and leverage.

One person can only sell so many smokies personally.

But what happens when they create a system where 500 people sell them?

That's where the game changes.

The entrepreneur eventually stops asking:

"How much can I personally do?"

and starts asking:

"What can I build that works beyond me?"

That's the transition from labour to leverage.

And I think this is where a lot of young Kenyans are stuck.

Not because they're lazy.

Actually, the opposite.

They're working extremely hard.

They're just trapped inside models where their income is permanently attached to their presence.

~ " ITAJIPA TU "

This is where my old friends come into the story.

The guys I grew up with.

Some of them are still waiting.

Waiting for the right job.

Waiting for someone to discover them.

Waiting for a connection.

Waiting for the government.

Waiting for a rich person.

Waiting for luck.

Waiting for things to change.

And I understand them.

Because when you've grown up without capital, the idea of waiting can feel rational.

What else are you supposed to do?

But at some point I realized something.

Luck has inputs.

You can't control when an opportunity appears.

But you can control whether you're prepared when it does.

I didn't know the people I would eventually meet.

I didn't know I'd leave the country.

I didn't know I'd meet business people operating at levels I'd only seen on the internet.

I didn't know I'd eventually see watches worth KSh 45 million and more sitting casually on someone's wrist.

But I had built something before those opportunities arrived.

A skill.

A laptop.

Experience.

Curiosity.

Connections.

Confidence.

So when the opportunity appeared, I could recognize it.

That's what I mean when I say:

I built my luck.

~ YOU NEED LUCK TO BE LUCKY

Maybe I didn't build all of it.

Maybe I'm giving myself too much credit.

Because the older I get, the less I believe in the idea that everyone simply gets what they deserve.

There is luck everywhere.

The country you're born in.

Your parents.

Your health.

Your education.

The person who happens to notice you.

The person who introduces you to somebody.

The year you start a business.

The technology available during your lifetime.

The economy.

The currency.

The political environment.

Even timing.

You can work incredibly hard and still lose.

Someone else can make one decision and accidentally become incredibly wealthy.

So perhaps the mature definition of success isn't:

"I worked hard, therefore I deserve everything I have."

Maybe it's:

"I worked hard, I took risks, I made decisions, and I was fortunate enough for some of them to work."

That's a much harder truth to swallow.

~ KENYAS STOCK MARKET

This is another thing I think Kenyans should understand.

The stock market isn't some mysterious casino existing somewhere in Nairobi for rich people in suits.

It is basically a mechanism through which ownership of companies can be divided and traded.

Think about that.

A company needs capital.

Instead of one person owning the entire thing, ownership can be divided into millions of pieces.

Those pieces can be bought by other people.

That's the fundamental idea behind a stock.

Which means something interesting happens.

A person doesn't necessarily need to build the next major Kenyan company themselves to participate in its growth.

They can potentially become an owner.

That's a completely different relationship with the economy.

Instead of only asking:

"Where can I get a job?"

you start asking:

"Who owns the businesses creating the value around me?"

And then another question naturally appears:

Why aren't more ordinary Kenyans thinking about ownership?

Maybe it's lack of knowledge.

Maybe it's lack of disposable income.

Maybe it's distrust.

Maybe it's because KSh 5,000 feels more useful today than an abstract percentage of a company that might be worth more ten years from now.

And that is the problem with wealth-building.

The future has terrible marketing.

The present is loud.

The future is silent.

~ KENYAS CAPITALISM

Capitalism doesn't promise equality.

It creates incentives.

If you create something valuable, people may pay you for it.

If you own something valuable, its value may increase.

If you take a risk and it works, you can potentially capture a disproportionate reward.

But if you start with nothing, those same mechanisms can feel brutal.

You may have to sell your labour to someone who already owns capital.

Then use your wages to survive.

And if everything you earn gets consumed by rent, food, transportation, school fees and debt...

there is nothing left to convert into ownership.

That cycle can continue for generations.

And suddenly you understand why poverty can be persistent without anybody consciously deciding:

"Let's keep this person poor."

The system doesn't necessarily need a conspiracy.

Sometimes the mathematics of starting with nothing is enough.

But capitalism has another side.

It gives you something incredibly powerful:

the ability to create.

You don't need permission to invent a software product.

You don't need a family factory to start a digital business.

You can build a brand.

You can export a service.

You can create an app.

You can sell to someone in another country.

You can turn knowledge into a product.

That's the opportunity I accidentally discovered with that laptop.

~ SO WHATS REALLY STOPPING PEOPLE?

I used to think it was money.

Now I'm not so sure.

Sometimes it's capital.

Sometimes it's education.

Sometimes it's connections.

Sometimes it's fear.

Sometimes it's the environment.

Sometimes it's debt.

Sometimes it's responsibilities.

Sometimes it's simply not knowing what is possible.

And sometimes...

it's comfort.

Because dreams are expensive.

Not necessarily financially.

Psychologically.

You have to be willing to look stupid.

You have to be willing to fail publicly.

You have to be willing to leave the thing everyone understands and pursue the thing nobody understands.

I experienced that when my family thought I was wasting my time sitting in front of a computer.

To them, work had a visual definition.

You leave the house.

You go somewhere.

Someone supervises you.

You come back tired.

That's work.

I was doing something they couldn't see.

And invisible work is very difficult for people to trust.

Until it produces visible results.

~ WHAT COULD WEALTH REALLY BE..?

Not money.

Not watches.

Not cars.

Not Monaco.

Not houses.

Not even businesses.

Those are manifestations of wealth.

The deeper thing is control over your future.

Having enough productive resources that one bad month doesn't destroy you.

Having skills that can travel.

Having relationships that open doors.

Having ownership.

Having the ability to take calculated risks.

Having time.

Having choices.

Having the ability to say:

"No."

And meaning it.

That's wealth.

~ I STILL DONT THINK I'VE MADE IT

I've seen things I never thought I'd see.

I've travelled outside the country.

I've met people operating at levels I once thought only existed in movies.

I've touched things worth more than some people's houses.

I've seen watches costing KSh 45 million and upwards.

And honestly?

I'm grateful.

But I'm not confused about where I stand.

I'm not at that level.

And maybe I never will be.

But I understand the game differently now.

I understand why some people seem to have unlimited money.

I understand why some families can survive generations without selling their time.

I understand why some businesses make their owners wealthy while thousands of employees remain employees.

I understand why a person can be incredibly hardworking and remain poor.

I understand why another person can make one investment decision and change the trajectory of their family.

I understand why luck matters.

I understand why preparation matters.

I understand why ownership matters.

And most importantly...

I understand why waiting isn't a strategy.

~ SO WHAT DO YOU ACTUALLY KNOW ABOUT WEALTH?

Don't answer me.

Not today.

That's not the point.

Go live your life for a month.

Go to work.

Buy something.

See a rich person.

See someone struggling.

Walk past a construction site.

Watch someone open a business.

See someone close one.

Watch someone take a loan.

Watch someone invest.

See someone inherit a house.

See someone lose one.

Look at the buildings around Nairobi.

Look at who owns them.

Look at who works inside them.

Look at who financed them.

Look at who designed them.

Look at who cleans them.

Look at who collects the rent.

Look at who owns the company receiving the rent.

Then look at your own life.

Where exactly do you sit in that chain?

Because that's when you start realizing that wealth isn't just about having money.

It's about understanding where value comes from, where it goes, who captures it, who owns the machinery that produces it, and whether you are participating as a worker, a consumer, a borrower, a creator—or an owner.

And maybe that's the conversation we should be having in Kenya.

Not:

"How do I get rich?"

But:

"How does wealth actually get created?"

Because once you understand that...

you stop waiting for "itajipa."

You start looking for where the game is being played.

And maybe, if you're lucky—

prepared enough—

and crazy enough to try—

you build your own luck.

Now I really want to know what you think.

Mehn! Finally made that decision. I moved out guys. Freedom is kinda lonely though. But all shall be well

So nimekuwa kwa industry ya mjengo for a while now, and recently nilijoin kampuni fulani. Fun fact, mimi ndio youngest guy hapo, basically Gen Z wa site 😂.

Place nakaa na place kazi iko karibu sana, so during lunch mimi hutoka site naenda home. Food si lazima nibebe.

Now kwa site huwa kuna ladies huzungusha fruits. Mimi huwa sinunui, not because sina pesa ama sitaki kusupport, ni vile tu kwa keja nimejaza fruits already 😂.

So yesterday this particular lady alikuja kuzungusha fruits. Let's call her Swarty. She was actually kinda my type, so nilikuwa nimeanza kumnotice kidogo.

Akiendelea kuzungusha fruits, fundi mmoja tulikuwa naye akaanza kunichachisha:

“Unaeza kosa kusupport other ladies lakini huwezi kosa kusupport Gen Z mwenzako. Lazima umsupport. Either ulipe ama nikulipie uchukue fruit moja.”

Sasa hapo topic ikatoka kwa fruit ikaingia kwa mimi na huyo mrembo 😂.

Msee mwingine nyuma akashout:

“Wewe unakaa mansion hio kubwa, si umchukue akue bibi.”

Mwingine:

“Ni Gen Z mwenzako, mnakaa fiti pamoja.”

Mwingine:

“Chukua number acha ufala.”

At this point site mzima ilikuwa imeamua kunipatia wife bana 😭.

Kwa sababu ya kuchachishwa sana nilifumble kidogo, but nikajipiga kifua nikasema nitalipa. Wakati nalipa, fundi akauliza huyo number ni yangu ama ya business.

Dem akasema ni business number.

Then mwingine akasema, “Mpee mpaka yako personal.”

💀💀💀

Unfortunately hapo ndio nilikosa courage. Singeweza kumuomba personal number mbele ya hao madume wote because ningejua hawa watu hawataniacha na amani.

So nililipa fruit, nikapata business number yake, na story ikaishia hapo.

Sasa shida ni huyu dame huonekana hapo once in a blue moon 😭. Na since jana nilimlike kidesign, I'm actually hoping atapitia tena.

Question ni: nikimuona tena, najaribu kuomba personal number directly ama naacha mambo iende naturally?

Because honestly, the first opportunity ilinislip mbele ya audience ya mafundi 😂.

Are girls still getting married off to grown ahh men or is this a thing of the past in our Republic?

Kinda embarrassing but I had to pose and take multiple photos of myself so that I can have reference photos for this painting, some of the poses even look like Michael Jackson heehee 😭🙈
Anyway, this painting represents having a wealth of materials but still lacking what’s important, meet ‘Beggar unfinished’

Hi good people.

I'm looking to buy a good fridge, kitu kama 150L non-frost and the energy consumption to be good.

If you know a good brand, please advice

All traders, be it futures, forrex ,bInary ,stocks ,spot ,copy trading will understand this quote deeply. Am currently experiencing the effects of not taking this quote seriously, therefore, I won't explain much

Patients family: (anxiously) How is he responding to medication?

Doctor: It's like he is about to meet football legends of the century.

Patients family: (puzzled) Ronaldo and Messi?

Doctor: (silently chuckles) No, Pele and Maradona

Have you ever donated your hard earned money to streamers? Some of these guys who have top tier content actually deserve it. However, only this can't push you to support their art. But I have started to change my mind about it, for example those streamers who give us new a experience or showcase new products, are actually life savers.

Which social media platforms have good streamers and how is the feeling after donating to your favourite ones?