Wake up early to go work. Even if it’s midnight, go to work.
Because the freedom of a broke man is his own hustle.
No boss? Be your own boss. You bake the cake. You cut it. You eat it. No sharing with “auntie’s cousin’s friend” unless he brought sugar.
That’s when money, respect, and even matooke, ugali, obwali, nshima, start landing on your table. No begging. No waiting. Just building.
A short person’s height is where he touches.
Translation: If you don’t stretch, life will leave you on the bottom shelf.
This world is sweet like chapati with tea… but it will burn your fingers if you’re not careful.
Be careful of this society. Everyone’s your brother until the bill comes. Move wise, not loud.
If you blow, don’t act brand new.
Money will come. Cars will come. But if you start looking down on people, life will humble you faster than boda boda fuel prices.
Enjoy life, yes—but go slow with self-proclaim. Post the work, not just the champagne. Hype dies. Hustle pays rent.
Look behind and front before you jump.
Behind: Check the scams that got your cousin.
Front: Check the potholes that got your neighbor.
Because jumping without looking is how you land in debt, drama, or DMs you can’t explain.
Society Experience:
- Friends will cheer you at zero and test you at 100. Stay solid.
- Relatives appear when there’s food. Vanish when there’s work. Keep building anyway.
- The same people who say “you won’t make it” will ask for a job later. Smile and pass them the CV form.
Bottom line:
Work hard in silence. Let your results make the noise.
No bending. No breaking. Only rising.
Your table. Your cake. Your time.
My traditional Kifuuta Kyotera Buddu Shrine Oracles can advise, when you listen to these wise words, nga okwata mubiibo, Kafuluma Baale Kyotera Buddu.
