Follow us on Socials: Facebook X-twitter Instagram My Two Grey Beards I woke up this morning, splashed cold water on my face, and as I leaned closer to the mirror… there they were. Two strands of grey beard on my chin.Small. Quiet. Almost shy.Trying to blend in like they didn’t want to cause a scene. […]
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Follow us on Socials: Facebook X-twitter Instagram Salute My G, Pizzy They say the world is a playground — free, open, full of wonder —until responsibilities creep in, and suddenly the rules change.Days become shorter, the pressure to “be somebody” gets louder,and before you know it, you’re in a race against time.A race you never
Follow us on Socials: Facebook X-twitter Instagram Salute My G, Pizzy Nash — or Pizzy, as many called you.They say a loss cuts deepest when someone dies young.And you, my friend, left us far too soon. We didn’t see each other much in your final days,but every call you made still echoes in my mind
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Follow us on Socials: Facebook X-twitter Instagram The Gentle Giant We Called Champ Champ — that was your name in our laughter,our secret salute to the man who lived with ease and purpose.You were simple, yet layered like the earth —steady, patient, quietly wise.You took life in its purest form:a hearty laugh, a good meal,the
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Follow us on Socials: Facebook X-twitter Instagram When a Man Remembers His Crown He used to pass by her shop just to be close to her — not because he didn’t trust her, but because sometimes love makes you curious about the world she lives in when you’re not around.Then came the young man —
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Follow us on Socials: Facebook X-twitter Instagram The Bus Ride That Never Ended It was a quiet evening bus ride from Taita Taveta to Nairobi — a journey Mwadime had made countless times before. But this one felt different. Somewhere along the dusty road, fate decided to take the seat beside him. Her name was
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Follow us on Socials: Facebook X-twitter Instagram The Silent Superpower: Why Emotional Intelligence Rules the World The humid Lagos air hung heavy with unspoken tension. Inside the bustling marketplace, traders haggled, children chased stray chickens, and Afrobeat rhythms pulsed from a nearby stall. Amidst the colorful commotion, Mama Adaku, her face etched with sixty years
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Follow us on Socials: Facebook X-twitter Instagram The Boy with the Marbles (As retold from The Monk Who Sold His Ferrari) There was once a little boy who lived with his father — a wise and hardworking man. Every day, his father would come home from work, tired but loving. And every night, he’d tell
Follow us on Socials: Facebook X-twitter Instagram They Woke Up In memory of the young souls we lost — June 25, 2025 They woke up. Not just from sleep, But from silence From the lullabies of “be patient,”And the bedtime stories of “one day things will change.” They woke up hungry.Hungry for justice.Hungry for dignity.Hungry
Follow us on Socials: Facebook X-twitter Instagram Dear 30-Something-Year-Old Me, 13th July 2025 Its my Birthday You’re not there yet—but you’re getting close.And before you cross that line, I want to tell you a few things.Things I hope you remember when the days start to stretch longer and the silence grows louder. This will be
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