DARK PSYCHOLOGY

1. If someone is being mean to you, just say, "Excuse me, you have something in your teeth." This will make them feel awkward and might stop them from being mean.

2. If you can make people laugh, they will find you 88% more attractive.

3. When you meet new people, pay attention to their eye color. This helps you make eye contact more and feel less nervous.

4. When you need a favor, start with "I need your help..." This makes the other person feel important and they’ll be more likely to help you.

5. If you act really happy and excited to see others, they will usually respond the same way.

IT TOOK MY 5 YEARS TO LEARN HOW TO STOP OVERTHINKING I WILL SHOW YOU HOW TO DO IT IN 3 SECONDS

1. The problem is rarely the problem.

99% of the harm is caused in your head, by you and your thoughts.

1% of the harm is caused by the reality, what actually happens, and the outcome.

Most of the time, the problem isn't the problem. The way you think about the problem is.

2. Silence and time.

The truth is, most problems aren't solved with more thinking.

You'll find most of the answers you're looking for in silence, in time, and with a clear mind.

If you can't solve a problem, stop trying to.

3. Avoid self-rejection.

Don't think you deserve that opportunity? Apply for it anyways.

Don't think your article is good enough? Publish it anyways.

Don't think they'll reply to your email? Send it anyways.

Never overthink yourself into self-rejection.

4. The power of now.

You're not going to overthink your way to a better future.

You're not going to overthink your way to <<<<a better past.

All you have is now.

And what you can do with NOW can make right of your past and make good of your future.

5. Fact-check your own thoughts.

Your thoughts will create scenarios in your mind that reflect your insecurities, fear, and worries.

So it's important to always fact-check your own thoughts before accepting them.

6. Acceptance is peace.

No amount of anxiety will change your future, and no amount of anxiety will change your past.

Peace is found in acceptance:

Accept imperfection.

Accept uncertainty.

Accept uncontrollable

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I watched the video and what stayed with me wasn’t shock—it was pattern.
She was once married. Akatoka kwa ndoa na mtoto. Labeled a FIRST MISTAKE, as if broken systems don’t exist.

She had no specialized skills. Akatafuta kazi akakosa. When options disappear, survival starts making choices for you.

A bar became the next door. Akaanza kukunywa pombe juu ya stress. There she met a drunkard who promised marriage. He married her, got her pregnant, and left. Another child. Another missing father.

With nothing else to trade but beauty and a PUTHÆ, she joined the MASSAGE AND HAPPY ENDINGS ladies. Fast money, no questions.

Then power stepped in. Policemen requested to EAT her and her friend. SIX POLICE OFFICERS AND TWO LADIES. She was eaten RAW. Ksh. 500. ANOL AND VAJAINOL BY SIX MEN.

Low payment by AVERAGE men turned her off. Exploitation gets old when it’s cheap.

She joined another ‘BUSINESS’ selling her SABLENYA to monied men. Even politicians noticed. One HIV positive politician ATE HER RAW without consent. PEP saved her.
Later, a man seemed serious. THIFX. He had herpes. Now she has RASHES on her HONEYPOT. Pain ended the trade.
Anasema sasa akipeana SABLENYA hasikii kitu. Feelings zilisha, ni uchungu tu.

She stopped. She’s asking for a job now. She doesn’t have her kids. She has an infection. She’s an addict. No husband.

Worst of all, she sold all her eggs for 50K. Hawezi zaa tena.

People say she had an issue because her former husbands are now stable elsewhere. Easier to blame her than the ground she kept falling through.
Ukipatana na dem msupuu Nairobi, don’t rush to seduce her.

She could be carrying more than you can handle.
This isn’t a warning.
It’s a mirror.

Adulting is acknowledging that taking a rest is part of professional growth

THE MAID THE KING WANTED

EPISODE 2
Written by: © Henry Ombati

I had promised the prince that I would never allow anyone to take away my pride except him. I gave him my word with a pure heart, never knowing that it would be his own father, the king, who would one day fix his eyes on me. Fate has a strange way of mocking human promises.

That evening, as I stood in the royal chamber, my hands trembled while I slowly loosened the buttons of the king’s royal garment, as was required of a palace maid. The king drew closer than necessary, and his hands began to wander to places that made my heart race with fear. Then he spoke in a low, commanding voice,

“You are the one who will attend to me tonight, the way other maids do.”

At that moment, everything became clear to me. I finally understood why many maidens avoided the king’s chambers whenever the queen was away. The palace, which once felt like a place of honor, suddenly felt like a trap.

That night, by the grace of the ancestors, I managed to escape from the king’s chamber. When he sent for me again, I ran to his son, the prince, and begged to stay close to him. The prince, unaware of the danger I had just escaped, instructed the errand maid that I was busy assisting him.

That single act saved me, but it also marked the beginning of my troubles.
Wantoh, the queen’s most trusted maiden, the head of all the palace maids, began to plot against me. She had always watched me with eyes full of envy, like a restless spirit that never slept. I did not know she had seen me running out of the king’s chamber that night. I often wondered why she pried so much into my life.

When the queen returned, Wantoh wasted no time. She whispered poison into her ears, telling her lies mixed with half-truths. She claimed that I had spent the night in the king’s room while the queen was away. The queen’s heart burned with jealousy and pain, especially when she noticed the royal necklace on my neck—the same necklace she had once given to her son. In the palace, that necklace symbolized a secret royal choice, a woman marked for honor.

I never knew that the queen and Wantoh had planned a trap for me until the day I was caught in the king’s chamber while attending to him. In that palace, everyone understood what it meant to be seen serving the king alone at such an hour. I had no voice, no choice, and no defense.

I was ignorant of the danger surrounding me until I became its victim.

The queen announced that she was traveling to visit her mother for three days. She packed her belongings and left with some servants. What I did not know was that Wantoh was watching my every move as usual. That same night, the king sent for me again.

Fear gripped my heart. I was reluctant to go, but who was I to refuse the command of the Fon of such a great and feared kingdom—the lion of the Nso people, the sun of the Nso tribe? His word was law.

The king could have many wives, as tradition allowed, but he was not meant to cross boundaries with palace maids. Still, power often blinds those who hold it. He enjoyed the company of young maids he found attractive, and for reasons I could not explain, I had become his favorite.
Inside his chamber, he spoke words that made my skin crawl. He asked me to do things that were forbidden, things that dishonored both me and the prince I loved.

“My king,” I said with a shaking voice, “you have a wife.”
“Not as beautiful as you,” he replied without shame.

He promised to make me his second wife, showering me with words of power and riches. I refused him again and again, but he kept insisting. His persistence turned into force, and that was when disaster struck.

The door opened suddenly.
The queen stood there.
She had not traveled anywhere. She had been hiding in Wantoh’s room, waiting, watching, planning. Queen Yehntoh caught the king in a moment that spoke louder than any words. He was stronger than me and had overpowered me, and from what she saw, everything Wantoh had told her became truth in her eyes.

“So it is true,” the queen said bitterly. “I thought they were only trying to ruin your name, but it is true. I never imagined my husband would fall this low. I will expose both of you—especially you, my husband.”

“Do not act foolishly, my wife,” the king pleaded.
“I will do worse than foolish,” she threatened. “I will call everyone to witness this disgrace.”

I stood there with my garment torn, shaking, ashamed, and helpless. My whole body trembled.

The king begged her softly, “You know I am the king. My name is respected far and wide. You cannot bring down the throne. I promise—”

“I will not stop,” she interrupted. “I will call everyone.”

The king signaled me with his eyes to leave, but the queen shouted, “If you move an inch, I will make sure you do not see another sunrise.”

I understood the meaning of those words.

As she turned toward the door to alert the palace, the king grabbed her from behind in desperation. In the struggle that followed, her voice faded, and the room fell silent. Queen Yehntoh lay still on the floor.

I screamed silently as tears streamed down my face. Before I could run, the king ordered me to remain where I was. He stepped out and summoned one of his wise men, a powerful magician who was also his accomplice.

When the magician arrived, the king explained everything. The wise man thought deeply and said, “To keep this secret, we will tell the people that the queen traveled and never returned. We will blame our enemies.”

Wantoh was the only other person who knew the queen had entered that room. She must have seen something, but she kept quiet.

Still, there was a problem.
The king looked at me and asked the magician, “What about her?”
“She cannot be trusted with such a secret,” the magician replied.

“What do we do?” the king asked.
“Silence her,” the magician said calmly.

I fell to my knees immediately. “Please, don’t silence me! I beg you!”
The king sighed heavily. “I have no choice.”

Then the magician added, “Perhaps we can transform her into something precious—something that will still serve our culture and keep the secret forever.”
My heart sank as I realized my fate was about to be sealed.
What do you think will happen to her.
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People's words do not define you but how you respond to their words makes out your character #newweeknewpriorities #beyourself

THE MAID THE KING WANTED

It was already too late when I finally understood that my acceptance into the palace was never just about work. When I was chosen by the prince to serve as a maid in the royal palace, I never imagined that the king desired my presence more in his private chamber than in the courtyards where maidens worked. I thought I was there to sweep floors, wash linens, and earn a living. I never knew fate had woven something darker and more complicated around my destiny.

From the very first week, I became the most disliked maid in the palace. I came there only to work honestly and send money home to take care of my sick mother. Yet whispers followed me everywhere. The maidens discovered that the prince treated me differently, and that alone was enough to turn their hearts against me.

I never truly understood why I was so hated. I was new, poor, and unimportant—or so I thought. I was brought into the palace personally by the prince, and that alone made me suspicious in their eyes.

The first time I ever saw the prince was in the market square. That day, the sun was hot and unforgiving. I was hawking cocoyams with a basket balanced carefully on my head, shouting prices with a tired voice. My mother was ill, and I needed money to buy her medicine. My father passed away long ago, leaving us with nothing but stubborn hope.

Suddenly, guards surrounded me.
“Beautiful maiden,” the prince called.

“My prince,” I trembled, lowering my eyes. “I hope I have not offended you?”

“How do you know I am offended?” he asked calmly. “Because I am.”
Fear rushed through me. “I am sorry, my prince. Tell me how I offended you, and I will correct it.”

“You offended me,” he said, “because a maiden as beautiful as you should not be hawking cocoyams under the burning sun.”

I swallowed hard. “My mother is sick, my prince.”

“Is it your duty to care for your sick mother?” he asked gently, then paused. “Where is your father?”

Tears gathered in my eyes, and I could not speak. He noticed immediately and frowned.

“I did not mean to reopen old sadness,” he said softly. “But you should have come to the palace for help.”

“I do not know the road to the palace,” I replied. “And even if I did, no one would allow me close to you. Please, what can I do to appease you?”

“Come and work in the palace,” he said. “Where I can see your pretty face every day. I will take care of your mother if you accept to work as my maid.”

“As a maid, my prince,” I said quickly. “Even as a servant, I will gladly come if you save my mother.”

That was how everything began.
I never knew that a poor maiden, the daughter of a struggling farmer and widow, could attract such attention. When I arrived at the palace, murmurs followed me.

“Since she came, the prince treats her differently,” they whispered.

What they did not know was the secret between the queen and her son.
One evening, the queen had given the prince a royal necklace and said, “The day you see the maiden you want as your wife, place this necklace on her neck. Let her wear it always. When I see it on her, I will understand. But do not tell her your intentions. I will watch her character first.”

Unfortunately, the secret did not remain secret.

Wantoh, one of the palace maidens, was deeply in love with the prince. She overheard the conversation while pretending to clean nearby. For two long years, she tried everything to win his attention. Then I arrived—a mere maid—and suddenly the necklace she had dreamed of was no longer on the prince’s neck.

The day he placed it on mine, my hands trembled.

“For your beautiful smile that brings peace to my heart,” he said, “wear this necklace. It carries good fortune.”

“I am only a maid,” I protested. “I am not worthy.”

He smiled and placed it on me himself. “It represents royalty, loyalty, and trust. Promise me you will never remove it.”

“Why, my prince?” I asked.
“One day,” he said, “you will understand.”
That was the day Wantoh’s hatred for me became fire.

“How can Shiyla just arrive and receive what I have waited for?” she said angrily to the other maidens. “Whoever helps me destroy her image before the prince will be rewarded when I become a princess—and later, queen.”

But there was a greater danger none of us could ignore.

The king.
The king was known for his wandering eyes for beautiful young maidens. Every maiden knew it, even if no one dared speak openly. One evening, he summoned me to his chamber. I thought I was called to arrange his bed or tidy the room.

But his words told a different story.
The queen was away that night.
The king looked at me for a long moment and said softly, “Come closer.”

Fear crawled through my bones. He spoke of my beauty, my obedience, and how loyalty should be rewarded. His intentions were clear without being spoken aloud.

My heart raced. I realized then that my presence in the palace had drawn dangerous attention—attention that could destroy me if I made one wrong move.

That night, I learned that being chosen is not always a blessing.
Sometimes, it is a curse dressed in royal silk. I was brought by the prince who asked me to be loyal to him and not allow any man to touch me but now his father the king was luring me to himself.

Episode 1

Written by: © Gambo Elvis

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The day is winding down, and everything feels a little more honest now.
This is the part of the day where you sit with yourself — no rush, no performance, just quiet reflections on what went right, what didn’t, and what you’re still figuring out.
If today was heavy, you don’t have to solve it tonight.
If it was good, you don’t have to explain it.
Close the day gently.
Tomorrow will meet you where you are.