The quiet grief of adult friendship: One of the most beautiful articles I've read in a while. Hits hard timesofindia.indiatimes.com/…

Never thought I’d say this but I’m in the market for a dog, a Yorkshire terrier or Maltese.

It’s soup season, my fav. Had the yummiest lentil soup for dinner😋

Happy birthday beautiful 🥳🎂🎉

Happy world book day 📚

There’s a funny flu going around, it comes with a terrible cough. Been down and out this week, so miserable I miss the gym and running.

I watched Elsa Majimbo rise right in front of me during the pandemic. As someone with a keen eye for influence, media manipulation, power dynamics, global structures, and hidden networks, I saw exactly how it happened. People were empty, locked down... fed controlled narratives, and desperate for anything real. Her crisp-munching, glasses-on comedy was pure authenticity in a moment when the world needed laughter. She blew up organically because she filled that psychological void perfectly... the same way Jerusalema or any viral moment did back then. But then she got ahead of herself. She shifted from creating engagement to chasing dominance in influence and fashion. It was no longer about making people laugh and connecting... she wanted to be seen as a superstar, a model, and a serious player, forcing her way into spaces that required real power structures behind them. She didn’t have the networks, the institutional backing, the aspirational pull, or the strategic patience to support that move. That’s not the lane that built her. Naomi Campbell, an absolute institution with 30 plus years in the game, someone who deeply understands media, influence, the real networks operating behind the scenes, and the darker currents that run through them, tried to bring her in and open doors. Naomi was riding Elsa’s wave but also offering genuine access. When she saw how naive Elsa was and that she didn’t understand the game at all, she dropped her. Elsa got angry and tried to blast Naomi publicly. Big mistake. Naomi is untouchable in this arena. Elsa messed up badly. She betrayed the very authenticity and the people who uplifted her in the first place. Now she’s pretty, but nobody’s aspiring to her look enough for designers to pay top dollar. She’s hit rock bottom with unrealized potential. I believe she’ll try coming back to the crisps and glasses, but you can’t run the same trick twice after you’ve shown the game and turned on those who helped you. The whole saga is a clear lesson in social psychology, media influence, pandemic-era power dynamics, and the fragility of viral fame... when the world is hungry and empty, authenticity wins fast. But trying to flip that into dominance without the right structures, support, self-awareness, or long-term vision... It collapses. Stay in your lane, protect your core, or watch it all fade.

It was a good morning, don’t know why I thought it’s a good idea to do Pilates after 10kms.

Enjoyed my 5am morning run this morning, it’s starting to get a bit chilly.

I can officially start counting down to Euro Summer ‘26. My friend also wants us to go to Kenya later in the year, so it’s a yes from me. I will always go back yo Kenya, absolutely love it there.

I’m navigating a friendship breakup, and my heart feels heavy. There was no falling out—we’re just in different seasons of our lives. After nearly 30 years of friendship, I thought our bond would withstand this season, but it’s come at the expense of who I am. I have to let go.

My mother is absolutely enjoying her retirement and she deserves it all.

I have to cut down on cardio if i want gains, but i love my runs so much.

Seattle, Bootlegger, Plato an Woolies.

The beauty about having savings is that you decide when the rainy day is, having money in the bank you can’t use to make yourself happy is a huge red flag, o ngame ende o tlo shwa chelete ya go ya jewa ke bo Rakgadi Ngwadesu

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The storm in the early hours?

Finally detoxed all the festive eating. This morning while getting ready for gym I caught a glimpse of my abs popping again.