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...
What if I told you your salary may never rise beyond KES 60,000 , no matter how many years you work, how many certificates you collect, or how many “ networking ” events you attend? What if your dream job already has a hard glass ceiling — and you’ve already bumped your head against it without realizing? We were raised to believe in perpetual growth. That with time, experience, and effort, you will naturally move to “better things.” But in Kenya today, in 2025, that promise often collapses. Your job title might grow fancier, your responsibilities heavier, but the pay often plateaus. So here’s the uncomfortable question: what if this is it? What if your role is capped, your company won’t ever pay more, and no external forces are coming to rescue you? The Illusion of More We have been conditioned to chase “more.” More certificates. More diplomas. More masterclasses. We are told that the right piece of paper or the right event will finally unlock the door. But how many people d...