wakati mmoja katika enzi za kale, mimi nilikuwa na rent lakini hakuna xtra ata ya kula. Nililipa rent tu juu hakuna kitu inaleta mwanamme chini kama kuwa hauna territory kabisa. yaani hauna mahali pa kukaa. Singevumilia kuexplainia landlord vile sina rent na nimeingia last month. Ya next month sikuwa na idea itatoka wapi. I quit begging a long time ago vile nilijua its humiliating na vile nakuwanga na ka-pride kengine hapo. Nililipa rent nikangoja client wangu wakanilipa end of the week. Meanwhile, nilikuwa naboil mchele ilikuwanga shopping ya kitambo natafutilia kitu kama kiavocado hivi na mashilingi nilibakisha kutoka kwa biashara fulani ya kitambo nikiwa shule. I didnt even have a place to sit. Sasa hii time nyumba yangu haikuwa na curtains juu singeafford na dirisha zilikuwa kubwa juu nilikuwa nimehama kwa nyumba iko na heshima mara ya kwanza. kitchen na bedroom nilifunga na bedsheet sitting ilikuwa wazi na hata hakukuwa na kitu huko. Nijisitiri after 30 days, when another guy I had done some work for suddenly decided to pay money he had disappeared with because he wanted to hire my skill gain. Unaeza uliza mbona nilikuwa na nyumba iko na dirisha kadhaa na chakula sina. Explanation ni ati sikuwa ready ku-curl kwa corner kukubali I am small ata kama society ilikuwa imenichapa radi kadhaa juu ya kukataa kuconform. Hii wakati nilikuwa na rafiki mmoja tu tulipitia shida na yeye juu alikuwa similar even though slightly better situation. Lakini nilitoboa tu.
So I reflected how i got there in the first place. Me. A university educated me. I wondered why years of trying to prove that I am one of the brighter ones werent paying back. This experience confirmed several suspicions I had held for a long time.
The government is a huge patronizing thief/robber.
You must humble yourself and get into the machinery of society as a slave. If not, you must be the master. Else, you must be the master’s soldier. Only these positions are available here on Earth. They are not mutually exclusive.
All gods are myth. AND, gods, in their virtual existence, are friends to the government, whatever it may be.
Everyone about you, including the closest, works consciously or unconsciously to cut you back to size. This is how the balance among social classes is sustained.
Structured education based on instruction is actually a leash on your neck.
If you cant be tamed or killed, only then can you be accepted at the table were all masters sit in an unspoken consensus.
The master’s soldier is the humblest of positions because you do not belong to any of the extreme classes. You actually have no cause in your life other than to do the master’s bidding against your kind.
A slave of the modern day can have a purpose in life no matter how much insignificant.
I am too proud to be the slave or the soldier. I am still testing this hypothesis. It hasnt failed yet.
Society doesnt have to send real police to come for you. Utachapwa radi kama: Kuachwa na wanawake wote, kusoteshwa, kutopatiwa job, kufutwa job, kutorokwa na marafiki, social isolation etc. hizi zote huambatana.
@Rene Descartes . Me I landed in that situation twice. I thought I have it made then fell back. Too many lessons learnt. Just learnt to continuously improve myself.
Reminds me if a friend who bought a car akasota hakuwa na hata pesa ya mafuta he would rely on us his friends unaweka gari mafuta unafanya shughuli zako ukirudisha unamuachia kidogo.
So why move in to a big house yet u cant afford curtains na furnitures
because I couldnt be cowed. Society expected to beat me into slums and keep me there if I didnt “straighten up”. I grew to afford bigger things and even better houses. The red pill effect.
Then, @Rene Descartes, what you had there was not definitively poverty. It is a choice you had made, to live beyond your means. An unpleasant choice. You knew you had some hope ahead of you. And it was only a matter of time. In any case, you said that someone owed you money.
Yours was only a phase of life.
Yes. And I can add that you can also make it as a slave. All you have to do is make the master have to look for you. That is make yourself more relevant than the other slaves. Raise your value. I mean that’s what people who started low and ended up as CEOs are.
These words are largely true and perspective changing but I would advice whoever is reading this to also know that your circumstances were different and maybe even favourable as compared to for many out there.
as @Soprano says, one for instance had an almost guaranteed source of income and a skill set that would make you money. picture someone with a degree in crop technology, in nairobi with no other skill set other than his training…if they don’t try and conform by acquiring new skillsets and working extra hard probably for some masters they’ll sleep angry
Wanawake watakuwacha kama hauna pesa… Hio ni true… I rem when i was hustlin to get my biz in shape, the lady i thought would stand by me throught thic and thin. Jst blurted out one day, ei boss hii kusota yako mimi siwezi. Ebu angalia wenzako wamefika wapi… A woman compared me to my peers and saw i was a failure. Bt mungu halali… I am nt where i used to be. Na yeye alikimbilia ready made…
One thing about all women is that, in your down times, they will always demand more out of you by comparing you to someone else. That is why they say behind every successful man , is a ______ woman". Now whether or not she stays is another story.