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Meet The 20 Year Old Millionaire Who Turned Down Harvard To Build His Company In Kenya Despite Being Orphaned At Age 11.
“If you are in a society where there are intelligent people, you need a plan. If you are in a society that has intelligent people who have a plan, you need a strategy. If you are in a society of intelligent people who have a plan and a strategy you need speed and aggression”. These are the word of the young enterprenuer Mubarak.
Mubarak Muyika was not a conventional school boy, the kind that depended on Dad and Mum for almost everything, from food to underwear. Not that he detested such luxury, but life didn’t just let him have it.
Orphaned at the age of 11, Mubarak knew he had to brace up and face life head-on. He was made to live with his Aunt and her husband who owned a small book publishing and distribution company, Acrodile Publishers.
While working with his adoptive parents, he discovered the difficulty they faced each day trying to reach more customers with the insufficient help of a webmaster who provided a poor service at a very high cost. Mubarak took the initiative to address this need; he began teaching himself how to build a website using online resources. The result of his work was very amazing. In a space of months, the teenager became a website pro. He then delivered a working e-commerce site for Acrodile Publishers.
‘‘I cleared high school in 2011, two years earlier I had developed a passion for computers that saw me set up a website for my adoptive parents who were running a bookshop. ‘‘They needed an online platform to expand their venture,’’ He told the Business Daily in an interview at Nation Centre, Nairobi.
Mubarak’s entrepreneurial leanings were discovered at an early stage, when he began business at Kamusinga High School in Bungoma County. This drive intensified as he grew older, I guess that explains why he turned down what young men his age would call a very rare opportunity; a fully paid scholarship to the prestigious Harvard University in the US.
He knew that was the price he had to pay for his dream. Most people found the young man’s action difficult to comprehend, but not Chris Kirubi; the business mogul who recommended Mubarak for the scholarship. Read the rest of this entry »
A story is told about a soldier who was finally coming home after having fought in Vietnam.
He called his parents from San Francisco.
“Mom and Dad, I’m coming home, but I’ve got a favor to ask. I have a friend I’d like to bring with me.”
“Sure,” they replied, “we’d love to meet him.”
“There’s something you should know the son continued, “he was hurt pretty badly in the fighting. He stepped on a land mined and lost an arm and a leg. He has nowhere else to go, and I want him to come live with us.”
“I’m sorry to hear that, son. Maybe we can help him find somewhere to live.”
“No, Mom and Dad, I want him to live with us.”
“Son,” said the father, “you don’t know what you’re asking. Someone with such a handicap would be a terrible burden on us. We have our own lives to live, and we can’t let something like this interfere with our lives. I think you should just come home and forget about this guy. He’ll find a way to live on his own.”
At that point, the son hung up the phone. The parents heard nothing more from him.
A few days later, however, they received a call from the San Francisco police. Their son had died after falling from a building, they were told. The police believed it was suicide. The grief-stricken parents flew to San Francisco and were taken to the city morgue to identify the body of their son. They recognized him, but to their horror they also discovered something they didn’t know, their son had only one arm and one leg.
The parents in this story are like many of us. We find it easy to love those who are good-looking or fun to have around, but we don’t like people who inconvenience us or make us feel uncomfortable. We would rather stay away from people who aren’t as healthy, beautiful, or smart as we are.
Thankfully, there’s someone who won’t treat us that way. Someone who loves us with an unconditional love that welcomes us into the forever family, regardless of how messed up we are.
Tonight, before you tuck yourself in for the night, say a little prayer that God will give you the strength you need to accept people as they are, and to help us all be more understanding of those who are different from us!!!
There’s a miracle called -Friendship- that dwells in the heart. You don’t know how it happens or when it gets started. But you know the special lift It always brings and you realize that Friendship Is God’s most precious gift!
Friends are a very rare jewel, indeed. They make you smile and encourage you to succeed. They lend an ear, they share a word of praise, and they always want to open their hearts to us.
AN ODE FOR THE ISSACHAR OF OUR TIME!
Lowly are the cradles where might men come forth.
Often amazing to their admirers
Seeing that greatness is not a function of background
But a reward of diligence plus determination plus divinity
Sick road, hurting edifice, restless animals
Evident of a lonely gray-haired settlement
Thou great in history she lies calm, a sleeping warrior
Breeding stuffs of value and global relevance
There forth cometh the Man of Ifewara
From a humble beginning –a beginning of low estate
A gift to a poor but noble clan
Born amidst cravings, a solution to yearnings
Mother pressured on inside, father pleasured outside
Product of a father heart
1942 saw the reaping of the father’s seed
On March the second even the enemies rejoiced
Joy descended like a thousand rain knocks on the roof
A son is born, a child of destiny came forth
Trouble struck in the high places
Confusion broke loose like the plague of flies
Little did they know that rejoiced
That a terror to the kingdom of darkness was born
A clog to the chariots of demons
They raised their ugly head towards the blues
To cover his glittering star but they met shame
It was already covered – covered by His blood
Appointed before conception,
He was anointed from the womb.
All their efforts grounded, but the last card
They increased the furnace of poverty around his clans
Seven times more that even the poor called them poor
To scorch his destiny; a destiny determined
But God brought out a Shining Prince from the Pauper’s Den
A prince nonetheless squeezed through the needle eye
Tortured and battered in the vicious cycle of penury
Brought so low on the scale of privilege
Yet God was tailoring a prophet of His own fashion
Knowledge was expensive but ignorance not a bargain
In the whirl and fury storm of life a destined champ grows
Stomach or Brain, Food or Knowledge
Running a empty stomach but robust intellect
Embracing present pressure stretching for future treasure
Greatness is every young-heart’s delight
But age exuberance deflects many ‘would-have-beens’
Holding to an only consolation; of a hopeful future
He pressed harder for the prize of higher strains
Hoping against hope to someday act the saviour
To unveil the splendour of his father’s house
To mop their shame and ridicule
The more he tried the close he came
To the hallmark; the milestone of the valour
Little did he realise His plan for his life
He saw His every move but knew Him not
Salvaged from death, sickness and terrible dilemmas
Protected in war times, safe in peaceful moments
But for His purpose; a noble intention
After all the tossing and tousling
The man is made, made to impact his world
Born to lead an army of flock
To lead a host to the feast in the sky
To bruise and confound the head of powers that be
Impact! He heard in his spirit, straight to the classroom he matched
Armed with mathematical inclination and qualification
Stocking young-minds with formulas and theories
Manipulating thesis and postulations
Aiming still for the peak of a chosen career
Called to serve in different capacities,
He grew yet stronger and bigger in a path of choice
Delighted in the temporary leprosy of chalks
Brains pop as he unlocks the mysteries of arithmetic
A worthy physician of Applied Mathematics
Eventually the Call came, the Greater Call to servitude
A call to service, so strange at the time
Realising his life wasn’t his, he owned up to Him
To Him who abounds even in his ignorance
Such a paradigm shift, a purpose re-modified.
It was a total change of ownership
A change that leaves one with nothing
Pulled from his past and nailed to the feet of Calvary
Where His dripping blood purges and purifies
Such a total experience, an unending testimony
Saved by grace alone, bought at a price thou
A price He had fully paid – A cost so amazing
Save to save many, not be his strength thou
But strength from on High – A power so compelling
An unction from the Holy One
Finding a root in the Kingdom wasn’t so difficult
His Elijah found him – the stage was almost set
Feeding him with the milk, then the tendon of Truth
Teaching him to digest the bone therein
A worthy mentor, an apostle of sort
Constantly pouring himself into his follower
He birth a new order of believers panting for righteousness
He adopted you a true son, a worthy steward
A witness to the American confirmation
He planted and ascended to join the cloud of witness
Starting with Twelve Fire Brand Believers
Together they planted, with one mind they tilled
Then you stepped into the Vineyard
Gradually pulling your mortal and gown
To take on new lessons of Husbandry
The sceptre dropped on your shoulders
Thou divine yet strange, puzzling the astuteness of men
Breaking protocol of tap-rooted antecedence
He ascended the hill of leadership
Against the conspiracy of the men of his days
Gossips spread, rebellion grew, shoulders rose
Against the emergence a chosen one
‘Brethren, we’ll give account of every idle word’ he counselled
Their conscience pricked – Peace rained
A shower that’ll never end
The beach encounter
Draw the image of a man on this wet sand. Drawn Lord!
Wipe the image from the sand. Wiped Lord!
So will I wipe you off the day you raise your shoulders
A warning resounding, an impression so heavy
An epitome of humility
A symbol of the presence of the All Mighty God
Carrying His anointing about in his broken frame
Withdraws daily into his meek mansion at Holiness Road
Humbler, wiser, greater – so is the track of the meek
A picture of brokenness
Travelled to and fro the earth
Broadcasting the gospel of peace to troubled lands
Working Miracles in the name above other names
But with a contrite heart and a mind for solemn service
An example of dedication
Burning up his dearest dreams and ambitions
Clinging diligently to the noble profession of teaching
Impacting the word of life, speaking life with rare passion
Still, to see God to make a show of His Grace through him
An eye for the harvest
Breaking fallow grounds, opening new boroughs
For the enlargement of His Kingdom on Earth
Lost in the field, buried in the pyramids of harvest
Constantly recharging for the Greater Commission
An unrelenting intercessor
Standing in the gap for nations
Mediating for the families of the Earth
Waiting, watching and claiming His promises for the land
By the groaning of the heart than of many tongues
Deep insight, bright foresight
Blessed with the word of Knowledge
An attentive listener to the heart beat of God
Proclaiming to the nations as revealed what is to come
Your startling foresight and visions terrifies the fainting youths
A shoulder to bear
Over three decades of full pursuance of you mandate
A mandate fashioned in the heavens,
Mysteriously delivered to an unlettered
That He may confirm the authenticity of this Commission
A father of nations
Blessed thou with seeds from his own loins
Yet he’s got a quiver full of God’s heritage
A mentor to father, a leader of rulers
An honourable elder statesman, an inspiration to host
A bishop in deed
Built a home solid enough to resist the tide of time
The husband of a true mother; the stay of mighty men
With seeds so precious that even the angels envy
A template of fidelity
A heart that gives, a hand that scatters
You have built a band of giver not in multitude of words
But by the demonstration of the power of giving
Giving your essence to the service of God and humanity
Your life is touching lives – A true blessing you are.
A consultant of sort
Why wouldn’t the kings wonders?
Seeing you administer such a mammoth Ocean of flocks
No panic, no pandemic, no pandemonium
For the wisdom of a god they beg
Greater works than this
‘We are not yet there’ he fondly says
Creatures awaits the audacity of your son-ship
Eyes have not seen, ears have not heard
What He is set to do with your life
Like butterflies we are drown
By the radiant fragrance of your mandate
Compelled by the assurance of your vision
We run to see your dreams fly
We live to fulfil the Great Commission
Let somebody shout Alleluia
Yet millions want to outdo themselves,
Unknowingly fulfilling a mother’s prophesy.
Causing commotion as demons take to their heels
Their plans destabilized, triumph established.
He leads a life worthy of records,
A meritorious status to reckon with
Setting kingdom record to the glory of His name
The Earth will never record from the exploits you wrought
In the name of Jesus Christ
The harvest grows bigger, the Army grows stronger
Equipped with the whole armour of God
To stand against the vices of the devil
Not pretending innocence, no chances for ignorance
He leads in all spiritual exercises to build a body worthy of the rapture
No single record will bear all you have done
Except the indelible ledger in heaven
That keeps an account of every-man’s transactions
You are sure making eternal profit at the moment
May you never run loss in this Business of Life
Anyone can call him any name
So are the identities of worthy men of multiple paternal claims
Someone called him the 49th Most Influential Persons on Earth
I call him THE ISSACHAR OF OUR TIME
A conferment that abbreviate your purpose and mission
A man of strong character and reputation
Against all odds gave in to bear the light yoke of God.
Deaf to other attractions, focused on whispering field of harvest
Patriotic and passionate about the land
A man-servant of the Most High God
It gives me great delight to do this poetic voyage
For THE ISSACHAR OF OUR TIME
Pastor Enoch Adejare Adeboye.
For seventy something years of a worthy life
I present these narrative lines.
OLUWATADE TIMILEHIN FAITH
Benjamin Franklin (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Nearly three hundred years ago, Benjamin Franklin came up with an approach to changing habits that has yet to be surpassed. A young adult seeking to straighten out his act, Franklin developed a list of thirteen virtues, jotting down a brief definition of each. Here are 12 time management habits for you. Tailor these as you like, but whatever you do, work on one each week using Benjamin Franklin’s method:
Habit 1: Strive to be authentic. Be as honest with yourself as you can about what you want and why you do what you do.
Habit 2: Favor trusting relationships. Put your efforts into building relationships with people you can trust and count on, and make sure those same people can trust and count on you.
Habit 3: Maintain a lifestyle that will give you maximum energy. Work your way up to doing aerobic exercise at least three times a week, eating a light lunch, and getting enough sleep.
Habit 4: Listen to your biorhythms and organize your day accordingly. Make it a habit to pay attention to regular fluctuations in your physical and mental energy levels throughout the day; and based on what you learn, make adjustments to how you schedule tasks.
Habit 5: Set very few priorities and stick to them. Select a maximum of two things that are your highest priority, and plan time to work on them.
Habit 6: Turn down things that are inconsistent with your priorities. Get good at saying no to other people, and do so frequently.
Habit 7: Set aside time for focused effort. Schedule time every day to work on just one thing.
Habit 8: Always look for ways of doing things better and faster. Be on the lookout for tasks you do over and over again, and look for ways of improving how you do them.
Habit 9: Build solid processes. Set up processes that last and that run without your attention.
Habit 10: Spot trouble ahead and solve problems immediately. Set aside time to think about what lies ahead, and face all problems as soon as you can.
Habit 11: Break your goals into small units of work, and think only about one unit at a time. Spend most of your time working on the task in front of you, and avoid dreaming too much about the big goal.
Habit 12: Finish what’s important and stop doing what’s no longer worthwhile. Don’t stop doing what you considered worth starting unless there’s a good reason to give it up.
A prostitute came tripping in, a woman known as “harlot”
And Jesus happened to be there, the Father’s love incarnate.
Their eyes just met and then the ancient miracle commenced:
Deep wonder swept all over her, something she’d never sensed.
And great conviction moved her soul, what Scripture calls repentance
In brokenness, completely new, she found salvation’s entrance.
The woman, weeping with relief, stooped down to kiss Christ’s shoeless feet.
Rouge, lipstick, mascara, tears, all seemed to flow with awe and fears.
His feet, o no, just see the mess, were dirtied now by her distress.
She gasped – had she defiled the Lord, the pure and sinless Son of God?
What only could remove disgrace? She had no water in that place.
But thoughts did strike her mind so clear, that Jesus was as Savior near.
Her hair, her glory and seduction, the tool she’d used in her corruption,
And from a pocket of her raiment she pulled the best of entertainment:
A richly perfumed, costly unguent, reserved just for her richest client.
She rubbed His feet with ointment rare, and toweled them with silky hair.
It sanctified it and sanctified her; all filth removed, with none to stare.
God’s indiscriminate love that day had set her free – forever to stay.
The hypocrites kept criticizing that the Lord was compromising,
But Mary wondered: had they met on purpose, or was it accidental?
However then, she met Him again, when mourning at the grave.
What tearful eyes just couldn’t see, her ears picked up, when He spoke “Mary!”
She shot around, fell at His feet, which she already knew – or maybe not?
For now they had been pierced for her iniquity – her Jesus lived and she with Him – Eternally!
(With all my love, RB.) Please pass it on.
Lately I embarked on an expedition to understand life or at least it meaning… right below are what I gathered from different sources as regarding the meaning of life, but I have come to realize that personal perception is significant in each of this insight. The story of Blind Men and the Elephant depicts how opinions can widely vary based on individual sensitivity.
Six blind men were discussing exactly what they believed an elephant to be, since each had heard how strange the creature was, yet none had ever seen one before. So the blind men agreed to find an elephant and discover what the animal was really like.
It didn’t take the blind men long to find an elephant at a nearby market. The first blind man approached the beast and felt the animal’s firm flat side. “It seems to me that the elephant is just like a wall,” he said to his friends.
The second blind man reached out and touched one of the elephant’s tusks. “No, this is round and smooth and sharp – the elephant is like a spear.”
Intrigued, the third blind man stepped up to the elephant and touched its trunk. “Well, I can’t agree with either of you; I feel a squirming writhing thing – surely the elephant is just like a snake.”
The fourth blind man was of course by now quite puzzled. So he reached out, and felt the elephant’s leg. “You are all talking complete nonsense,” he said, “because clearly the elephant is just like a tree.”
Utterly confused, the fifth blind man stepped forward and grabbed one of the elephant’s ears. “You must all be mad – an elephant is exactly like a fan.”
Duly, the sixth man approached, and, holding the beast’s tail, disagreed again. “It’s nothing like any of your descriptions – the elephant is just like a rope.”
And all six blind men continued to argue, based on their own particular experiences, as to what they thought an elephant was like. It was an argument that they were never able to resolve. Each of them was concerned only with their own idea. None of them had the full picture, and none could see any of the other’s points of view. Each man saw the elephant as something quite different, and while in part each blind man was right, none was wholly correct.
There is never just one way to look at something – there are always different perspectives, meanings, and perceptions, depending on who is looking. There is also no one acceptable view of life.
Albert Einstein said Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance you must keep moving”, Lilly Tomlin said Life’s a rat race. The trouble with the rat race is that even if you win you’re still a rat”. Ralph Waldo Emerson view life as “an experiment, the more experiments you make the better” while Bruce Lee, the late popular martial artist advises “If you love life don’t waste time because time is what life is made of”, Helen Keller who overcame the adversity of being blind and deaf to become one of the 20th century’s leading humanitarians is of the opinion that “Life is a succession of lessons which must be lived to be understood”. Bertrand Russell considers “Life as nothing but a competition to be the criminal rather than the victim”
Danny Kaye said “Life is a big canvass you should throw all the paints on it as you can”. “Life is like a cobweb not an organizational chart” said Ross Perot. Miguel Angel Ruiz believes “Life is like dancing…some will get angry when the rhythm changes. But life changes all the time”.
Someone even said “Life is like an onion, you peel it off one layer at a time, and sometime you weep” another person asserts “Life is just a mirror, and what you see out there you must first see inside you”. But “In the end it is not the years in your life that count it is the life in your years” concluded Abraham Lincoln (16th American president)
Make every day of your life count, live for God! Philippians 1:21.
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own back yard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history’s shame
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
– Maya Angelou
Maya Angelou, is my best poet of all times, this poem was recommended by Jesse Jackson in one of his speech (speech’s transcripts) to black American youth forum, Maya was born April 4, 1928 as Marguerite Johnson in St. Louis, was raised in segregated rural Arkansas. Maya Angelou is an American author and poet. She has published seven autobiographies, five books of essays, and several books of poetry, and is credited with a list of plays, movies, and television shows spanning more than fifty years.