I am always late for work. There. I've said it. And the frustrating thing is that my lateness isn't caused by traffic or some unpredictable morning disaster. Most of the time, it is entirely my own doing. I wake up and make my coffee. Then I get back into bed, which is right by the window, cross my feet, face the window and slowly sip my coffee. And when I say slowly, I mean slowly. I look at the trees. I watch the birds. I feel the morning sun on my skin. Sometimes I just sit there with my thoughts. I really love these mornings. I've also noticed something else. When I give myself enough time in the morning, my body usually does what it needs to do. A slow morning often leads to a bowel movement, which, as far as I'm concerned, is one of the must-haves of starting my day. And so I find myself wishing for more time. More time to sit. More time to drink my coffee. More time to maybe get outside and do some yoga or mat Pilates on the grass while the sun is stil...
"It is not only what we do, but also what we do not do, for which we are accountable." — Molière I. The Promise of Profit Everywhere you turn in Kenya today, someone is encouraging you to invest. From financial influencers on TikTok to WhatsApp investment groups to that uncle who now owns three plots in Nanyuki — the message is loud and clear: "Don’t let your money sleep. Put it to work." We are living in the age of the investor. From TikTok to Telegram groups, from SACCO WhatsApp circles to finance podcasts, everyone seems to be an expert on how to grow your money. Bonds. Land. Money market funds. Buy shares. High yield apps. Crypto. Build apartments. Flip land. And it sounds harmless. Who doesn’t want financial freedom, passive income, or generational wealth? But in our race to grow money, a hard question lurks in the shadows: Do we know where our money goes once we invest it? Do we care who or what it hurts on its way back to us as profit? II. A Brief H...