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Be Patient
*DON'T DRAG THE TRAY!*

*A man was sent to the annual national convention of his professional body by his company.*

*The convention was a congregation of about 10,000 people.*

*During one of the days at the convention, it was time for lunch and people were being served.*

*This man saw that they were serving people beside him left & right but they were not serving him and the people on his row.*

*He shouted at the ladies serving and they told him to keep calm that there is enough food for everyone & that it will soon get to his turn.*

*He watched angrily as they passed the tray containing plates of soup and amala before him again twice without serving him.*

*When he saw another lady carrying the tray, he stood up angrily & dragged the tray of ewedu soup to take his food by force.*

*Suddenly, the whole tray containing about 6 plates of soup landed on his head as he dragged the tray from the lady's hands.*

*His white cloth was stained, soiled and spoilt. Pepper got into his eyes and he was shouting, 'my eyes oo, somebody help me, my eyes oo, pepper in my eyes oo.' Suddenly, he was called to the high table because his company had penciled him down as their resource person for the conversation, following the fact that their much awaited person didn't turn up.*

*People around him had to drag him out as he could not open his eyes because of the pepper that was still in his eyes. It was a complete show of shame & a reward of impatience.*

*Dear reader, many of us are like this man; we feel others are already 'eating' success, breakthroughs, fame, popularity, academic excellence, accomplishments and we are yet to be served our own 'food' and we are being tempted to 'drag the tray' and take our own food by force.*

*Friends, I know waiting ****** is not an easy ******. Atimes we feel our friends have left us behind. Many that we started as single ladies together are now married with children & here we are, still single and no ray of proposal, talk less of marriage.*

*Some of us, many of our friends that we got married the same year are through with child bearing and here we are, no miscarriage once, talk less of giving birth, and we feel like 'dragging the tray.'*

*At times, many of us feel that many of our friends that we started work together have left us behind as we see their career blossoming, we feel the only way we can also see our careers validated is to 'drag the tray.'*

*Friends, be encouraged! The one serving this 'food' of marriage, success, promotion, career breakthrough is not a man. HE is GOD, your Maker!*

*HE has your own plate of 'food' in HIS tray. At the appointed time, HE will serve you & when you will be eating your own food, those who have eaten before you will watch your mouth as you 'eat' with pleasure.*

*Don't 'drag the tray.' Don't take short cut. If you get the 'miracle' by 'dragging the tray' you will end up in ridicule as you will later be dragged out in shame as the 'pepper' in your eyes will make the end of your 'miracle' a show of shame.*

*If you are waiting on man, hmmm it's well with You. But if you are waiting on GOD, your waiting ****** is not a wasted ******!*

*As We continue this Year, Please Wait on GOD. Your 'food' is closer to you than you think.*

*THIS YEAR IS FILLED WITH YOUR THANKSGIVING, TESTIMONIES, GRATITUDE, CONGRATULATIONS, AND PRAISES TO THE ALMIGHTY GOD*

*Therefore:*

*Don't Drag The Tray!*
DO HAVE A PLEASANT WEEK AHEAD.

"The Bench by the Lake"

Every Sunday, Evelyn sat on the old wooden bench by the lake, a worn book in her hands and a thermos of tea by her side. The bench had seen better days, but to her, it was sacred—etched with laughter, promises, and silent moments shared.

Years ago, it was where she met Thomas.

He was sketching the water, frowning at the light. She offered him a cup of tea, and he offered her a smile. That small exchange became a ritual. Sunday after Sunday, their conversations deepened, laughter came easier, and so did the silence between them.

One day, he simply said, “Let’s not spend Sundays apart anymore,” and she said yes with a nod, heart full.

Decades passed, and Thomas grew slower, gentler, but never stopped sketching her by the lake. When he was gone, Evelyn returned to the bench, their bench, every Sunday.

She didn’t read much anymore. Just watched the water, feeling the warmth of memories wrapped around her like sunlight.

Love, she knew, doesn’t vanish. It lingers—in the worn bench, in the wind off the lake, and in the quiet spaces where hearts once met.

#knowledge #stella

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So yesterday I kept wondering what the problem with Jeremy was.

Their school closes by 2 pm. So by 1:30 pm, I was already at Jeremy's school to pick him up so I could take him back home. I parked in front of the school gate, just across the road.

Jeremy had once told me that his mum always left the key behind so he could pick it up and gain entrance to the house when he returned from school.

While waiting for him, a young boy waved at me and shouted.

"Daddy Jeremy."

He was walking with two other young boys who waved at me in excitement.

I smiled and waved back. Then quickly called them.

"Have you seen Jeremy today?" I asked.

"No sir. He didn't come to school."

"He didn't?"

"Yes."

I thanked them and watched as they left. Well since Jeremy did not come to school, I felt probably he took a day off that day.

This morning I waited for Jeremy again. I had dressed up very early and was already set to leave the house.

When it was 6:50 am, and Jeremy didn't show up, I decided to drive to his house to pick him up.

I got to his house and horned. Then I stepped down to walk to the door.

I heard Jeremy crying from inside. His mother was seriously shouting at him.

"So if he is not taking you to school you are not going to school? Is he your father? What is wrong with you? What has he given you to eat. Will you get dressed and go to school now. Are you stup'd? Or is something wrong with you?"

I paused.

I knew this whole thing was about me.

I couldn't knock. I didn't know what her reaction would be next if she sees me.

I heard running footsteps hitting the floor. I heard hands bagging tables. I heard Jeremy's cries and his mother shouting.

Suddenly I heard her beating him again.

"Pick your bags and go to school like other children. Go and join the bus now."

I turned back, got into my car, and drove off.

I didn't even know when a teardrop left my eyes.

I feel hurt today.

Really hurt.

Today started out badly for me and not until I am sure Jeremy is fine, I may not be at rest.

#nakupenda
#Discipline
#Chibuzo

Getting Money Is One Thing… But Knowing How to Manage It? That’s the Real Power.

Getting Money is Easy… Keeping It? That’s Where the Game Is.

You don’t need millions to grow wealthy — you need discipline, direction, and a plan.

Here are 10 no-nonsense money management tips to help you stop going broke even when you're earning:

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1. Pay Yourself First
Before you touch that paycheck, save at least 10%. Your future self will thank you.

2. Track Every Shilling
Know where your money is going. Budget apps or a simple notebook can expose your silent money leaks.

3. Cut Emotional Spending
Buying things just to “feel good” will leave your account feeling empty. Control the impulse.

4. Live Below Your Means
Just because you can afford it doesn’t mean you should. Peace of mind > flexing.

5. Build an Emergency Fund
Start with KSh 10,000. Life happens — don’t let one crisis wipe you out.

6. Set Money Goals
Saving for nothing leads to spending on everything. Save with purpose: land, car, business, etc.

7. Invest Wisely
Don’t let your money sleep in the bank forever. Learn to invest — even if it’s small. It grows.

8. Avoid Bad Debt
Borrowing for lifestyle, not investment, is a trap. Know the difference.

9. Set Clear Financial Goals
Saving without a goal is boring. Whether it’s a business, plot, or trip — give your money a mission.

10. Learn About Money
Read books, watch YouTube, follow finance creators. Money grows when knowledge does.

11. Invest Consistently
Don’t wait for millions. Start small — money working for you beats money just sitting.

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Being One of the First on Nakupenda:

My Early Experience
When I got the invite to join Nakupenda’s early test run, I felt a mix of excitement and curiosity.
A new social media platform? A fresh start? A chance to be part of something before the rest of the world even knows about it?
Of course, I said yes.
Logging into Nakupenda for the first time felt different.
There weren’t millions of users yet. No overwhelming noise. Just a small, growing group of people excited to build something new — something better.
At this stage, every post, every comment, and every connection feels personal.
We’re not just users — we’re pioneers.
We’re helping shape what Nakupenda will become.
It’s been amazing to watch the first sparks of community take shape. People supporting each other. Creators showing up authentically. Conversations that aren’t just about going viral — but about being real.
Of course, things aren’t perfect yet — it’s a brand new platform after all.
But that’s part of the magic: we’re growing with Nakupenda, not just watching from the sidelines.
Being an early tester reminds me why I fell in love with social media in the first place: connection, creativity, and community — before the noise and algorithms take over.
If this is just the beginning, I can’t wait to see where Nakupenda goes next.
And I’m proud to say: I was here from the start.

#knowledge
#testing
#earlybirds
#gbemiking

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I went to Jeremy's school yesterday. I went and parked in front of the school.

It was the same spot I parked on Tuesday when I came to look for him.

When the school had closed, I stepped down from the car, I was anxiously watching to see Jeremy walk out of the gate. I waited for a while and suddenly, I saw him amongst a group of friends strolling out.

One of his friends tapped him on his back and pointed to me. Jeremy screamed in excitement.

"Daddy..."

And ran to me. He embraced me warmly. His friends came to say hello to me. I greeted each of them, brought out some change, and gave to them to buy something for themselves on their way home.

They were so happy.

Jeremy looked at me.

"You came to pick me up?"

"Yes. I did."

He grinned in excitement and waved at his friends.

"Bye, everyone. See you tomorrow."

And he entered the car.

While we were driving I noticed a finger mark on Jeremy's cheek. It was like a cut. It had the shape of a fingernail.

"Who gave you this cut on your face, Jeremy?"

He touched it with his hands.

"My mum. She slapped me this morning."

"Why?"

He looked at me and turned his gaze back to the road.

"My mum insists that I should take the public bus to school from now on. She doesn't want me to follow you anymore."

"Why?"

"I do not know."

"Before now, did she know I dropped you off at school?"

"Sometimes. I told her."

"And she is not happy I do that?"

He nodded his head and turned to look at the road.

"I came by at your house today and heard her shouting at you. I am sorry I could not intervene. I was scared it would make things worse for you."

He was speechless.

While driving past Kilimanjaro, an eatery at the old airport, he kept staring at the place. I saw his face and knew he'd want to go in. So I took a turn into the building.

I told him to come down so we could buy some snacks together.

He smiled.

We walked in, picked some snacks and ice cream and both walked out.

While we were driving home, Jeremy said to me.

"Thank you, Dad. My friends have told me about about how they visited this place. Today I visited it too and will tell them the story. Tomorrow they'll also be telling me how rich my dad is because of the money you gave them today."

I laughed.

I dropped off Jeremy at home and drove back to work.

This morning I waited until 7:15 and when I didn't see Jeremy come to my house as he usually does, I drove off to work. I knew he had taken the bus just like his mother instructed.

I am at work now, and considering the second option.

I want to meet Jeremy's mum tonight. I am not evil. I am just a young man who loves her son as much as she does.

That's all.

My name is #Chibuzo Eze and I am the best at what I do.
#Discipline
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*Life is a circle of* *CONTRIBUTIONS:*

*I* Contribute.
*You* Contribute.
*We* Contribute.
*They* Contribute
When any party ceases to Contribute, the circle will be broken and leakages will be discovered.

*Whatever you are enjoying today, is someone else's Contribution.*
Whatever you are lacking today, is because someone who supposed to Contribute didn't.

Don't be that person, who because he refuses to Contribute, causes leakages to the circle.
*Every person on earth is here to Contribute to make the world a better place.*

Contribution is the essence of living.
You can Contribute anything useful.
*You can Contribute in*
knowledge,
in understanding,
in wisdom,
in love,
in peace,
in resources, and
in finances.

*Also, you can Contribute*
physically,
spiritually,
intellectually,
financially,
morally etc.

When you Contribute, people will eat,
*when people Contribute, you will eat*.

*ASK YOURSELF*:
What is my Contribution in that place that I am?
*What have you Contributed to make progress?*
What is lacking as a result of your refusal to Contribute?
What is the way forward?

*The answer explains the scarcity or abundance in that place.*


*YOUR PRESENCE IS IRRELEVANT if you have nothing to Contribute.*

Even Nature Contribute.
- *CONTRIBUTION is the way to go*-
* In the *Mosque/Church,*
Contribute...
* In your workplace, where you earn your daily living, Contribute...
* In the school e.g. Old boys\girls.
* Contribute...
* In the *house,* Contribute...
* In the market, Contribute...
* In the *society*, Contribute...
* In the village, Contribute...
* In the community, Contribute...
* In the *family,* Contribute...
* In your street, Contribute...
* In your Fellowship or Association Contribute.
Wherever you find yourself, contribute for impact.
Everywhere, try to Contribute...


*WE ALL HAVE SOMETHING TO CONTRIBUTE:*
Contribute in love...
Instead of complaining,
Contribute.
Instead of destructive criticism,
Contribute.
Instead of being embittered,
Contribute.
Instead of watching,

Contribution is the right use of energy...
*Nobody destroys where he has contributed to build.*

THE WORLD WILL BE WORTH LIVING, IF EVERYONE CONTRIBUTES MEANINGFULLY.

*START CONTRIBUTING POSITIVELY NOW!!!*

Start making impact from today and may God bless us all.

Thank You!
Comr Eze Chibuzo Jonathan
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#Discipline
#nakupenda

"Don't watch the clock; do what it does. Stay focused and keep moving...
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The Character. The Habit. The You.
At the end of the day, what really follows us isn’t just what we’ve said or achieved—it’s who we’ve become.
The character we have lived.
The habit we have formed.
The you that played the role.

Our character is the unseen voice that speaks for us even in our absence. It’s not built in the spotlight, it’s forged in the quiet, private choices we make when no one is watching us.

Our habits?
Well, as we know it is the small, repetitive steps that shape our direction.
They either grow us or ground us. Build us or break us.
We don’t rise to the level of our dreams by just dreaming—we fall to the level of our discipline. The rigorous process that forms that very habit.

And then there’s you !
The version of yourself you’re becoming daily.
Not the curated one for others, but the raw, real one. The one who’s learning, failing, showing up, healing, becoming.

So don’t just work on what you do; work on who you are.
Because eventually, the life you live will reflect the character, the habit, and the you, that you’ve built over time.
#GodsGeneration
#spreadthelove

This picture of young girls in grave clothes breaks my heart. These girls are people's daughters, raised with dreams and potential. Yet, they're taught to prioritize appearance and pleasing others over their own worth. We're raising girls to be objects, not thinkers, builders, or leaders. We claim to want empowerment, but often silence their voices and stifle their potential. It's time to break this cycle. Wendy Ologe's "Raising the Girl with Sense," is a call to action – a guide to raising confident, principled, and purpose-driven girls who know their worth and aren't afraid to be themselves. Let's raise torchbearers, not toys. The future is watching, and she deserves better.
#grace
#Loveth