Browsing: Written Word(Story Poetry)

Before you draw a single line on the blueprint, you must understand the ground you’re building on. The biggest mistake change-agents make is storming in with a shiny new solution before they truly understand the old problem.

Intelligent change begins not with an answer, but with a question. It requires the mindset of an archaeologist, gently brushing away layers of habit, assumption, and “the way we’ve always done it” to uncover the why.

Disturb us, Lord, to dare more boldly,

To venture on wider seas

Where storms will show your mastery;

Where losing sight of land,

We shall find the stars.

Ericsson was a myth-buster. He argued “natural talent” is overrated; genetic factors (like height in basketball) matter, but practice dominates. Prodigies? They start early with intensive coaching—Mozart composed at five, but under his father’s rigorous guidance.

Plateaus, those frustrating stalls, aren’t dead ends. Ericsson’s framework shows they’re signals to intensify deliberate practice. Misconceptions like “I’m just not talented” deter many; his science counters: anyone can improve with the right approach.

Hope is planting a tree whose shade you know you may never sit in. It’s voting, creating, picking up litter, or offering a kind word—not because you’re guaranteed a result, but because you are casting a vote for a future worth building.

Hate is a wildfire, consuming everything to fuel itself. Hope is the deep, underground aquifer. It is the quiet, persistent force that life pushes through the cracks in the pavement. To hope is to bet on the aquifer when all you can see is scorched earth.

Imagine if every person who annoyed you became your personal life coach — pushing you toward self-awareness, emotional intelligence, and maturity. Imagine turning every conflict into a mirror, every trigger into a torchlight.

This mindset doesn’t just change relationships — it transforms your entire emotional landscape. You move from victim to observer. From reaction to reflection.

You become emotionally bulletproof.

The danger of following someone else’s way is this: you may succeed — and still feel empty.

Because when you walk a path that isn’t yours, even victory tastes like defeat.

You weren’t meant to be a clone.

You weren’t built for a copy-paste life.

You are not a remix of someone else’s highlight reel.

You are a blueprint the world has never seen.

This is the new rebellion: self-ownership.

When you know who you are, you stop auditioning for the world.

You stop shrinking.

You stop explaining.

His beloved wife Ruth had passed the year before. For decades, she’d quietly stitched torn coats, glued cracked frames, and welcomed anyone who knocked. Her mantra?  

“Waste is a habit. Kindness is the cure.”

You needlessly create problems and crises in your life because
you’re afraid of actually living it.
The pattern of unnecessarily creating crises in your life is
an avoidance technique. It distracts you from actually having to be
vulnerable or held accountable for whatever it is you’re afraid of.
You’re never upset for the reason you think you are: At the core of your desire to create a problem is simply the fear of being who you are and living the life you want.

They are the quiet healers, the ones who find broken wings and help them remember how to fly. Their gift is not just their ability to feel deeply, but their willingness to act on those feelings—to extend themselves for the sake of another, even when they have little left to give.

STAYING IN TOXIC RELATIONSHIPS
One bad partnership can erase years of your progress. Partners who drain confidence, mock ambitions, or sabotage your financial goals are liabilities—cut them.
Action step: List relationships that consistently leave you depleted. Set boundaries or exit.

Strength lies in vulnerability—
In the raw admission of “I’m afraid.”
How can one cry without strength?
How can one love without courage displayed?

Leadership Is Not a License

Kenyan leaders must remember: power is not ownership—it is stewardship. To those using state institutions for personal vendettas or political scores, know this:

– No title shields you in the end.
– No uniform erases accountability.
– No regime lasts forever.

You may escape earthly justice for now. You may wield fear in the midnight hours.
But justice waits—for every abduction, for every bullet, for every bloodstained silence.

Before the courts, and more gravely—before God.

And when the people rise—unarmed,
With banners, voices, truth in hand—
They meet the boots, the batons, threats,
As if to speak was to offend.

But how do you kill a million minds?
A people’s will that will not fold?
Strike one down—ten more rise,
Spines carved from truths too old to hold.

Threats are rain upon scorched earth.
They water rage, not fear or retreat.
A leader who deafens his ears to pain
Will one day kneel in that same street.

You will never be rescued.
No prince. No perfect job. No motivational podcast.
The cavalry isn’t coming. You are the cavalry.