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The Power I Give — And The Reckoning It Brings

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Here’s a truth I’ve learned over the years: people have the power. Not because they took it. Not because they demanded it. But because I gave it to them. When I put my trust, my opportunities, and my resources into someone’s hands, it’s intentional. I do it with a clear purpose — to give them the chance to prove themselves worthy of what the future is about to bring. Because the future doesn’t wait for anyone; it magnifies the decisions we make today. But here’s where it gets interesting: some people mistake my empowerment for weakness. They think that because they’ve been allowed to hold the reins for a while, they’ve already won. They confuse my patience for complacency, my grace for naivety. And to those people, let me be very clear: there is a seriously rude awakening en route. The power I give is not a prize — it’s a test. A test of integrity, loyalty, and vision. It’s a measuring stick for who can carry the weight of what’s next and who will crumble under it. For those...
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Stop Making Excuses. Stop Waiting. It’s Time to Move

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Let’s call it what it is: Some people make excuses for everything—and then stand there scratching their heads, asking, “Why isn’t anything happening for me?” The answer is simple: because you’re not moving. Excuses don’t move mountains. Excuses don’t open doors. Excuses don’t put food on the table or bring your dreams to life. They keep you stuck, and worse, they make you feel justified about being stuck. But let’s take it further. Some of you aren’t just stuck because of your own excuses—you’re stuck because of people. The ones who hold you back on purpose. The ones who have what you need but purposely delay it—out of control, out of pride, out of fear. You know exactly who I’m talking about. And then there are the spotlight hogs. Those who love being the center of attention so much that the idea of you shining terrifies them. They’ll stall you, block you, or slow you down—not because you can’t do it, but because they know you’ll do it better. And let me tell you—when ...
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The first Handshake- Hee hee

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In my last post, I shared how powerful it feels to be recognized by someone when traveling — that moment when a familiar face turns a sea of strangers into a sense of belonging. It’s a reminder that we are all nobody until we are somebody to someone. But there’s another kind of recognition that carries just as much impact — meeting someone for the first time in person after years of only chatting online or connecting over video calls. In today’s world, so many of our professional relationships start digitally. We exchange messages on LinkedIn, collaborate on projects over Zoom, or brainstorm ideas through endless email threads. Trust, rapport, and even friendship are built in these virtual spaces long before we ever share the same room. And then one day, it happens. That handshake. That first face-to-face conversation with someone you’ve “known” for years. Suddenly, this person isn’t just a name in your inbox or a voice on a call — they’re real, present, and invested. This ...
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We Are All Nobody Until We Are Somebody

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I’ve traveled enough miles, airports, and terminals to understand something deep about life—and identity. When you walk through a bustling airport, surrounded by thousands of faces, none of them know your name. No one cares what you do for a living, what car you drive, or what status you hold in your corner of the world. You could be a janitor or a CEO, a struggling artist or a multi-millionaire entrepreneur—and to them, you are just another traveler hustling through the same system. In those moments, stripped of titles and accolades, we are all nobody. I’ve sat in business class beside men in suits and women with luxury bags, none of us making eye contact, none of us speaking. I’ve stood in immigration lines with people from different continents, languages, and beliefs, and the truth remains—until someone recognizes you, you are anonymous. A face in the crowd. A boarding pass. A passport number. But then, something shifts. Maybe it’s in Miami, maybe Heathrow, maybe JFK, or eve...
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