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Let’s not beat around the bush: As a man, when I lead… does that mean my woman must chill, shut it, and play backup singer in our duet of life? Short answer: No. Long answer: Keep reading, bro. Kenyan men have been crying louder than a rejected tender—“Women don’t submit anymore!” Meanwhile, Kenyan women are rolling their eyes so hard, they’re seeing their ancestors. Welcome to the love Olympics: the tug-of-war edition. Drama Loading So let’s clear the air before the next relationship dies in the group chat. Leadership is not dictatorship. This ain’t State House. Being “the man” doesn’t mean you speak and thunder claps. It doesn’t mean she becomes your unpaid intern or personal chef with zero opinions. If your idea of leading is giving ultimatums over mchele and mutura, you need to sit down and read Ephesians again—without skipping the part where Christ DIED for His bride. Yeah. DIED. Not “DM'd her occasionally,” not “paid rent then disappeared,” but full-on sacrifice. Still Arguin...

 Ever woken up thinking you’d just created your magnum opus, only to realize you were scribbling nonsense in your sleep? Welcome to my world—or rather, my dream world. The other night, I thought I was channeling my inner poet, crafting lyrics that would rival the greatest songwriters. I saw myself scribbling with such passion, certain I'd wake up to discover a masterpiece. Spoiler alert: I woke up to hieroglyphics that even Rosetta Stone couldn’t decipher. But here’s the kicker: what does it say about us when our subconscious is working harder than our conscious mind? In a world obsessed with productivity and genius, are we now so pressured to “create” that even our dreams are competing for attention? Or maybe my brain was just trolling me. Who knows? If you’re curious, the scribbles read something like: “Clouds…emotions…uh, whispering winds?!” Revolutionary, right? Clearly, I’m one REM cycle away from Grammy gold. But it begs the question: Is creativity something we truly control,...

  We've all encountered them—the ones who slip in and out of our lives like a missed call at 2 AM. They show up with just enough charm to make you think, maybe this time it's different, only to leave you hanging when it matters most. And when they do finally say goodbye? It’s not a clean break—it’s a 13-minute monologue disguised as closure, filled with ”I care about you, but…” and ”It’s not you, it’s me” clichés. Welcome to Bum Dial: The Commitment Issues Edition. For a moment, let’s be honest—when they first left, it hurt. Maybe you replayed the conversations, overanalyzed the texts, even wondered if you should’ve handled things differently. Did you scare them off? Did the infamous ”one-time thing” turn into an emotional bear trap? Or, the classic—did you mess up something that could’ve been real? But here’s the hard truth: if they wanted to stay, they would have. Love—real, lasting love—isn’t about a grand confession after a hookup fueled by nostalgia. It’s not about history...

  Ah, confrontation. That magical moment when you’re this close to flipping a table, but you’re also wondering if Jesus would be cool with that. Let’s be real—there are times you need to put someone in their place, and there are times when the best move is to save your breath (and your peace). But how do you know which situation calls for which response? Lucky for you, I’ve got a handy guide. Consider this your Holy Spirit-approved cheat sheet for deciding whether to throw hands (verbally, of course) or take a deep, dramatic sigh and walk away. Push Back When… 1. Respect is on the Line If someone is out here treating you (or someone you care about) like a doormat, it’s time to speak up. There’s a difference between letting things slide and becoming a human punching bag. Stand your ground and let them know, “I’m not the one, and this is not the day.” 2. They’re Gaslighting You Ever had someone twist reality so hard you start questioning whether you even exist? “I never said that.” (...

  Okay, let’s get real. We all have that one thing we do when life throws us an uncomfortable situation: we run. Yep, we ghost our problems, just like we ghost those half-baked Tinder matches or the leftover pizza in the fridge (don’t act like you don’t know what I’m talking about). But let’s be honest—avoiding discomfort is the ultimate cop-out. It feels good in the moment, sure. When someone brings up that awkward conversation about your personal life, or heaven forbid, asks you to take selfies when you’re just not feeling it (I mean, I’m not a Kardashian), it’s easy to do what I call the “silent retreat” move. Just shut down, walk away, and hope that if you ignore it long enough, it’ll magically fix itself. Spoiler alert: it won’t. But Why Do We Do This? It’s not like we’re all secretly introverts running away from human interaction (though, if you are, I totally understand). No, we avoid discomfort because it’s... uncomfortable. Shocking, right? But here’s the kicker: avoiding ...

Happy New Year, everyone! We’ve officially stepped into a brand-new year of chaos, excitement, and questionable resolutions. Some of you might be working on that six-pack (good luck with that), others may have vowed to be a better version of yourselves (again, best of luck), and a few of you probably just aim to survive the year (I’m with you). But let’s not kid ourselves: there’s a far more pressing question that needs answering. Are we really living in a world where money and love equal happiness? Can these two opposites actually add up to a perfect balance in life? Now, brace yourselves, because I’m about to drop a controversial hot take: Money and love are like 1 + 1 = 2. Think about it. Love alone is nice, but if you’re broke, how far does that love go? It’s hard to cuddle up in front of a fireplace when your electricity’s been cut off for the third time this month. But money alone? Don’t even get me started. You may have enough cash to buy a yacht, but it’s not much fun if you’re...

Let’s get this out of the way: anatomy is often treated as destiny. You’ve probably heard the saying, “Your genitals make you male, but they don’t make you a man.” It’s the sort of phrase that divides a room faster than pineapple on pizza. But is there a kernel of truth in this spicy nugget of wisdom, or is it just a slick phrase designed to score claps on Instagram? First off, let’s clarify: being “male” and being a “man” aren’t the same thing. Biologically, having XY chromosomes and certain appendages might land you in the “male” category. But being a “man” carries cultural and social weight. It implies maturity, responsibility, and emotional intelligence—things that no doctor checks for in the delivery room. (Imagine the chaos if they did: “Congratulations! It’s…a future workaholic with commitment issues!”) So what does make someone a man? Is it the ability to change a tire? A deep voice? The mystical power to eat an entire steak without blinking? Traditionalists might argue that ma...