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Our Attention Is Finite

Our attention is finite, yet we spend it everywhere but where it matters. This is not a moral failure. It is a structural one. Attention economics is the idea that in a world overflowing with information, human attention becomes the scarce resource. Whoever captures it, holds power. Over time, this has reshaped not just markets, but inner lives. What we notice. What we ignore. What we can tolerate. What we can no longer sit with. For a long time, people warned that television would rot our brains. In hindsight, television looks almost generous. A show required you to stay for forty minutes. A film asked for two hours. A detective story invited you to notice details, to remember names, to hold multiple threads in your mind at once. You watched. You followed. You waited. Listening to music meant staying long enough to learn lyrics. Reading meant sitting with confusion until meaning arrived. Writing a poem meant wrestling with language, not skimming it. Even boredom had a purpose—it ...

The Boda Boda Chronicles Meets Matatu Madness: Surviving and Thriving in Kenya’s Wildest Rides

If you live in Kenya, chances are you've had your fair share of traumatic, hilarious, or downright life-threatening experiences on either a matatu or a boda boda . These two transport options are the backbone of our daily hustle, but let’s not sugarcoat things—they are also sources of endless frustration and chaos. Matatus are a cultural phenomenon, doubling as mobile nightclubs, social classrooms, and financial black holes (fare hikes, anyone?). Boda bodas, on the other hand, are the adrenaline junkie’s dream (or nightmare). One moment you’re at point A, the next, you’re airborne over a pothole wondering if your life insurance is still valid. So, let’s talk about the good, the bad, and the outright ridiculous aspects of these transport options and how they can revolutionize Kenyan society (if only they got their act together). Matatu Madness: The Club on Wheels 1. The Glitz and Glamour of Kenyan Matatus Kenyan matatus are world-famous for their graffiti-style art , blasting musi...

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