Stop being a damn victim and start acting like you got some pride.

Listen up, you lazy, entitled bunch. You think the world owes you something just because you're born in Kenya? Newsflash: the only thing this country owes you is the opportunity to work hard and build something for yourself. Stop blaming everything—your circumstances, your family, your "poverty," your “tribe.” No one’s gonna give you a damn thing for free.
What’s the excuse now? Why are we still out here, 2025, crying about corruption, about being “held back,” about how everything is stacked against us? WAKE UP! The only thing holding you back is YOU. Your mentality is your biggest enemy, not the system. That’s the hardest pill to swallow, huh? You want to blame the system, blame the government, blame your lack of opportunities? Nah. That’s weak, bro. You’re just soft and lazy, and that’s why you’re still stuck. The same dude sitting on his couch, complaining about how life’s unfair, is the same dude scrolling through Instagram wishing he had a better life. Yet, when was the last time you went out and actually worked for what you want? When was the last time you invested in yourself? When was the last time you stopped blaming everyone else and took responsibility for your OWN success?

You know what gets me? The audacity. The audacity to sit there, praise other races like they have everything figured out, while you sit in your own ignorance, wasting your potential. “Oh, but they have more opportunities.” Bullshit. They didn’t wait for opportunities to knock—they went out, created them, and ran with it. They didn’t sit around whining about how bad they have it. They fought for what they wanted. But you’re over here, crying about tribalism, complaining about who’s in power, and acting like some victim because things aren’t handed to you on a silver platter.

It’s honestly pathetic. Some of you have a "poor me" mentality and carry it like a badge of honor. Guess what? No one gives a damn. The world doesn’t care about your sob story. You know who doesn’t have the luxury of whining? People who are out here DOING, building, and living. You think the world’s gonna pause and cater to your complaints? Hell no. While you’re whining, someone’s out there grinding harder than you, taking risks, investing, and putting in the hours you’re too scared to put in.

And don’t even get me started on those who worship other races for doing basic stuff like running businesses or getting richer. You praise these folks, thinking they’re somehow more capable than you, while you’re sitting there not even trying to start anything yourself. It’s the most frustrating thing to watch. Why do you think you’re incapable? Because your mama didn’t hand you a silver spoon? So what? Stop making excuses. You’re not special. No one’s gonna hold your hand and drag you to success. Either you get off your lazy ass and build or you stay broke and bitter. The choice is yours. And let me make this clear: No one is coming to save you.

Kenya is where it is because we as a people are complacent. We accept mediocrity, we accept poverty, and we’ve become okay with being stuck. We’re stuck in cycles of self-pity, stuck in ignorance, and stuck in this “I can’t because” mindset. Well, here’s the reality—NO ONE CARES. If you don’t take responsibility for your life, if you don’t LEARN, if you don’t LEVEL UP, nothing’s going to change. The day you stop blaming everyone else for your failure is the day you start growing. Until then? Don’t expect anyone to feel sorry for you.

And you know what’s even worse? The people who’ll attack this post, calling me arrogant, hating because I’m spitting truth, are the same people who’ll sit back, mope, and complain for the next 10 years while the world keeps moving forward without them. You’re mad now? Fine. But remember: change starts with YOU, not the government, not your family, not your tribe. It starts with you looking in the mirror and deciding that today is the day you LEVEL UP.

Stop pretending like you can’t. Stop waiting for a miracle. This is your life—take control, or stay in the same damn hole you’ve been digging for years. Your call.