HAPPY BIRTHDAY CODESET

20 years ago, a young son of the clan of Aombe, In the Mbaa Nthenge Family was born. Not really was the day expected to be today as it was just a day before Jamuhuri day. 
Momma bore the little kid and watched her grow. Zipporah Muathe​ did watch over this boy from a very young age. Mary Kanini​ and Mayos Kene​ were the childhood friends who we always wished to have an holiday and play with. 
My little brother Samuel Sanballat​ really knows I wasn't the joking type with life from a young age. Oooops! The last of us doesnt have a Facebook account, sorry baby, ingia high school utajua hizi maneno. Growing in the teachers quaters with Elisha Favoured​, his sister Grace Ndonye. Plus this one who was always our big sister, Abby Matei K​.(Congratulations on your graduation today) How could I not mention my most favorite wa tukicheza brikicho na cha baba na mama, Grace Musenyia​. You know these people are just an iceberg in the sea of the people that really brought up this son of Malingu Solomon​. 

And to the world was given this man whom you today call Titus Muteti Codeset​. Today as I turn 21 years old. I want to appreciate everyone who was part of my story. Sakul Lukas​, man, you know you pushed me from those childish online habits. Every step of the way my best High school friends Shadrak Cherlow​ and Prince M Michael​. Niggas, you know you always pushed me? You made me meet few special people in my life. My lifetime sister and bros, Grace Mumo​, tash and Msellah Musiq​, guys, we fight, but we always find ourselves laughing. Thats why I call you the family. 

My elder bro, a friend, a business partner and every good thing a man can have, Emmanuel Muuo​. Bro. I can't pen it all down here. Throughout adversity we walked together. You gave me the best thing I wanted for a dream, COMPUTER! You gave me trust, gave me leadership skills. Though sometimes man we were in trouble, you always promised to be with me. And you always told, "Tito, never cry in the face of failure. There's always a way out. Find it." Man I miss you. I think am the one coming to sidney.

The list is just too large, I cant pen it all here. 
Everyone that has been part of my story is so important. From my campus family, Tomasz Oby Rosicky​ to my great high school family of kina Chris Prince​. Meeeeen. Every part was th best of you. Thanks for the time with you family.
And to the one woman who has been such an inspiration, a sister, a helper, a motivation. Name it all. This woman, Judy Muthoni​. What can the words from this world come from to explain what you mean to me? When I was broke you fed me, when I was down you were my motivation, When I cried, you wiped every tear away. What better thing than you could I ask of God? I LOVE YOU, Judy. 

Join me in the celebration. As I sit here, I would be selfish to say that I made it alone. With SoftGenesis Technology​, Codeset Inspiration and may more coming up... This dream was build by you.
Thanks a lot family.


And my most thanks go to God. Daddy, sometimes I failed, other times I was weary and almost felt like quiting. When nothing was working for me, Daddy, why did you always believe in me. Thank you for everything. As I write this, I am in tears. Dad. All this is you. The family, friends and the empire. It's your doing. God. Thank you. Thank you for giving me these past 20 years to serve my generation. I pray that you give me the time enough to serve this nation, and world. May you give these friends that always read my posts a long life and a great one, so they may inspire. And before my day is come, Daddy, may you give me to see the fruits of the seeds I always plant in these people that believe in me.
Thank you God.



HURRAY AND HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO CODESET

DON'T BURN OUT THAT CANDLE

With fast approaching festive season, with everyone hoping to make the best out of this rare season, it's time to remember this, IT'S STILL 2015. Most people when it comes to December they tend to quit on all they have been doing and turn to carefree people just hoping that the year comes to an end fast and then they begin another year where they will make the same plans, then by February it is completely out of control and the same cycle repeats itself again and again each year. But I wanna ask you, if this was your only year you were to be alive, what would you do about it.
You have just this chance to make 2016 the best year for you, but you gotta live today first. Stop this over analysing what didn't work for you this year. Soaking yourself in pity of why you never reached to that goal you wanted this year. Stop with that. Can you just live today? You got a lot going for you. You got that job you want to get in next year, stop saying you will apply for that job in January, no. Edit your CV and send it in December. Go for interviews even if it's in Chrismas day. Sometimes the people who wish to give us the jobs want to test our loyalty to that job. Or let's say how much we need the job. How bad do you want this? How bad do you want your future. Stop saying you will begin working out in January, you are already out of shape, what are you waiting for. Stop saying you will rebuild that empire in January, no, no, no! You are already behind on your bills, restructure that stuff meeeen. Your family will not be fed by the excuse that the year is ending, they are waiting for the breadwinner, what are you gonna do about it? Stop fantasising about some good future hidden up there, it all begins today.
Stop burning out yourself together with the year. Like a candle that is burning, almost to the end, are you gonna burn like it too? Your time here is limited, take advantage of that, stop crying about it. Stop postponing your little future to some day that you ain't aware of, can you just live today. Stop burning that candle of your life. Doesn't matter it's new year or not, that single day in your life may be all you ever needed to be anything you want in your life.
Baibiiiiiiiee! Stop burning that candle....

Meet us in this Mega Event and grab yourself a future like you have never imagined.
 

#My21!!! BECAUSE YOU BELIEVED I DIDN'T CHEAT

 Hey there, This is for you. Deeply written from the bottom of my heart.
That day I checked in here? it was all silent and lonely. I remember those links i used to send via sms to my friends so at least they would give me a view on my blog. I remember checking what other blogs were doing all over social media and I felt so desperate for the views. I couldn't figure out how in the world I could ever reach where other bloggers were. But I knew one thing for sure, EXECUTION IS WORSHIPPED.
I chose not to cheat because I had people who believed in me. Thank You family.
And so I pushed myself to bring it home. Through thick and thin I did find content to give you family.
You kept on believing in me even after I went missing for almost two months without a single post.
You know you got me thinking, why did you all still feel I was the one?
What better thing could I ask of you.
You still trusted every single post I put up would push you towards your goal. Why did you believe?

And so I saw what a great family I found in you people. You always had my back. Whenever someone tried to pull us down, dear one, you held me like I were your very own kid. So what do you call them that still feel you are the one even when they are given options? You could have brushed me off. But so strong to me you remained, what do you call that?

So as my birthday fast-approaches, I look back at what this empire has become. What better thing could a man ask from his fans? I thus choose to dedicate my 21st Birthday(12th December) to you. Specifically you that is reading this. Yeah! You got that right, I'm officially joining the premier club of ADULTS.
I wish to just write a lot. But no, this pen won't let me do so, battery low, but before I sign out.

CODESET LYRICS....


... deep inside I said no! No Daddy, I'm a Moses,
I never believed in the gift you said I posses
Dreams kama ndoto sikujua ningalikuwa blogger,
Ooops, pole, sinitoe macho mie si Ghafla blogger.


Kama Pope nlifil kuinspire hope was my thing,
But no, Nlikua scam just talking not walking,
Nlileta Nothing on the table kwa yangu nawe meeting,
Na mbona ulibiliv I had something?

Okay, daddy le me be honest nawe,
Nilikua nalia hio tym kunyang'anywa penzi na mwewe,
Kila siku pillow, pombe, machozi na veve,
Sometimes naangalia nyuma nasema,
Mungu ni wewe,
Kama out of ashes ulicreate urembo,
Mungu ni wewe,
God kama toddler ulinifuta chozi,
Mungu ni wewe,
Si nlikua ule msee wa kucomplain kila kitu, but now?
But now? But now? But now?
CODESET EMPIRE nayo?

Asante kwa ndoto Creator,
Singejua ningemek watu na wads kuwa greater,
Kila siku nikiwainspire wastrive kuwa better,
Thanks kwa wenye walibiliv that naeza matter.
Juu yenu ndo hii verse naandika,

Asanteni sana kwa kumek ndoto yangu,
Na most of all, kwa ule jamaa anaonaga kila kitu,
ASANTE CREATOR


THANK YOU! WE NEVER CHEATED!

Nothing To Lose

"As I stared through that window into the scream-filled air, I could feel the grip of death nearing. I only felt the meaning of what the doctor had just said to me. With every passing second I knew death was crawling slowly like a lion ready to pounce on its catch. "You have pancreas cancer! Go home and put your things in order!" The words kept coming back like a bolt of lightning upon my body. With the coming of each cough I could feel the cancer squeezing life out of me. But this moment wasn't just about death, it taught me lessons.  You have nothing to lose, you are already naked." This is what I imagine Steve Jobs must have been thinking when he received his cancer test results.

You don't get out of life alive. Do all you got to do within the life span that you get. You have just this one and only one chance to be alive. Stop self pity. You are already naked. You keep postponing life each time claiming to protect the delicacy of life. You keep fearing to go ahead and tackle that giant ahead of you. Come on, there ain't no part two in life. You get only one hit and then it's over. you get to show what you got inside you only once, why not do it. Yes, you claim you want to be the best teacher in your life, but you keep on listening to those voices that turn you down. You keep acting like the giver of life owes you an extra life chance for you to live. Please, life is a one time event. Once it's done, you will never hit back. Do all you gotta do now. You are way more than capable to win. Go tackle it. You can make it.
Go do the accounts and you will win. Go once and do it.
Stop procrastinating in life. You have nothing to lose in life. You are the one who has to do this. Don't burn up your life on some time wasting events which will leave you in tears rather than on a greater height. Wipe away the tears. The world is yours. You make the rules of your life. In the words of Caroline Mutoko, "Life is a choice, not chance." Fight! Fight! Fight! Go for your goals and achieve them.

What is the other option if you do it? FAILURE and utter regrets of why you never did it in life. Stop procrastinating. Go ahead and change your destiny. The events that happen in life happen because you will always be in a race to catch the next opportunity before your time is up. Stop thinking about waiting till the conditions will be right for you to do it. Just do it. You have nothing to lose. You can't get out of life alive. Get in the game once more and pounce on your dreams. It's not too late. It's just the right time to be on the hunt for that dream.
Is it family relationships you wanna build, it's not late. Go for it. Your family can not afford another night in the night of tears about you. Is it that business? Your clients can't afford to go for another option. you are the best and there is no replacement for the best. Is it your school work. You can't keep on lying to yourself that you will become an accountant simply because someone said that is what they feel you have to. Go for that programming. You are already naked. You have nothing to lose. If you take that path that you are forced by circumstances to take, you may never turn back. Please pursue your passion for serving in the alter of God like your life depends on it. Don't worry about those others claiming you burnt up your Computer Science degree. They don't matter. You are the end person to make that call. Go pursue your dreams. You are just in the right plan.
You have nothing to lose if you pursue your dreams. But you lose you if you pursue what others feel you should yet you don't feel it's in you. Go for that thing that even if you were to come back to life you would still pursue it. Now, that's living life.

Dedicated to my friend, brother, accountability partner and most of all, mentor,
Emmanuel Muuo, Hillsongs, Sidney, Australia.

GET YOUR WEIGHT UP! YOU CAN DO THIS!

What is it with life that makes it just too difficult? Why is it that after every single storm we walk right into another? Or is it just the way things are supposed to be?
Behind on your rent and the landlord is like thunder, you don't want to meet him. The shilling in the drain, losing everything you ever worked for at the face of some everyday value loss. Death picks away the only surviving bread winner, and you have to fend for your siblings to at least have a meal on the table. What do you do? What do you do when this happens?
A wise man once told me that the human brain is like a computer. It is full of programs that will never run unless called for. One series of events pushes the brain to call these .exe programs and then they do just what they are supposed to do. 
Sometimes life has to beat us up so we may see what a great diamond we are. What a lion we are. Life will suprise you with what you least expect sometimes. It will take away everything you own. It will run with it like a stray dog. It will pinch and bite like a swarm of bees sometimes. As if that is not enough it will eat up everything you got like a wild fire.
Yes, the doctor diagonised you with cancer, each day you wake up knowing it is right in there, eating you up so greedily. You feel the pain yet you don't know when this will ever be over. Except that you fear it ever goes because if it goes you go with it. You dread to sleep because we do not know maybe that will be the last time we ever closed them. Your back is against the wall, will you just sit there and watch life beat you up hands down?
Come on. Get your weight up! Get your weight up! Stop it with this over analysing how bad your situation is, or how worse it could get. Get your weight up! What profit will it do to you to keep worrying and crying how life has beaten you. Wake up and start living. Yes, the doctor said you got few days, but will you live those few ticks on the clock complaining, crying foul? Come on, get your weight up and realise that this isn't a tragedy, it's an opportunity. One man once said that, it's not until you realize that you got nothing to lose if you live your life to the fullest that you begin living. Stop worrying about what you will be looking like tomorrow. Worries never paid the mortgage for no one, worries never paid for anyone's medical bill. Get your weight up! Don't leave your family that bill once you are gone. Yes you are going, develop a sense of urgency to life. You can do this. You can make your siblings live a decent life. Yes parents are gone, but thank God you are still around, your brothers are looking up to you, are you going to quit on them thinking that suicide is the way out? Come on, GET YOUR WEIGHT UP!
     Your team is looking up to you, GET YOUR WEIGHT UP! Don't quit on your county yet, they are all watching you, you have come this far, are you gonna quit now? GET YOUR WEIGHT UP! Your family has done everything to put you in that school. Yes the papers are hard. Yes everything hasn't been a fairy tale with those transcripts, with those results, with your relations, with them, are you just going to quit? GET YOUR WEIGHT UP! Yes that department is viewing you as a liability, yes they say you are slow with the accounts, but I need you to look back, what else have you got? Have you forgotten that this is what you studied for? Have you forgotten that this is all you know? This is all you got? Are you going to burn that up in a flame of booze and coming to work drunk? Are you? GET YOUR WEIGHT UP! 
    I need you to get up. Yeah, sometimes you will feel like quiting, but that is totally okay, but I need you to stay on. Stay in the game. Wipe away those tears. You can do this. We can get this done. yes, I know maybe you will need to talk, maybe I won't always be available to talk, but I wanna give you a companion, that is YOU. Look at that person in the mirror, say it with me, GET YOUR WEIGHT UP! YOU CAN DO THIS!

It's you guys Codeset and thank you for making us reach the milestone. we proudly stand at over 4200 views family, all this is because you read. Introduce someone new. And remember this, GET YOUR WEIGHT UP! YOU CAN DO THIS!


#TGIF
#Codeset

You Build An Empire? How Far Would You Go To Protect Your Empire?

"EMPIRE"
Anyone who cares to interact with what goes around them must be aware of this one series that by far has made the greatest sensation any series movie may have ever brought by far. The pride, anger the betrayal, and most importantly, Music, among many more, the movie goes on to explain how a man from poverty rises to be a King in an Empire he builds throughout his life. He goes on to keep fighting for it throughout a sickness, imprisonment, let me not unleash it all here, by far, this is one of the best series movies ever sold.
But my main concern is not the series, my most important thing is what I learn throughout the entire show.
A man who is dying is so desperate for an heir but he doesn't just give it to anyone. He passes his sons through a test that pushes them over the limit. A story of how far a man can go to protect his empire.
HOW FAR WOULD YOU GO TO PROTECT YOUR EMPIRE?
I know you would love to be the next Bill Gates, but how far would you go to protect that legacy? Yes you love music, but how far would you go to see to it that your voice emerges on top? Yes you love the dream, but why are you having a 10minutes more sleep if you want to get to it? Yes you love to be the best in the game, but why are you not pushing over the limit so you emerge on top of the list?
The moment you will find something that you would be willing to die for just to ensure that it is kept alive, then that moment you will have found you Empire, BUILD IT. When you know the effort you put to build an empire you don't let anyone toy with your empire. When you remember the tears you shed, the sleepless nights you spent on your dream, the grind you put to get what you have, the people that believed in you just to let your dream come true, then you would do anything to protect that empire. It is not enough to be the champion when you could be a legend that was never beaten. It is not enough to be good when you could be the best.It is not enough to just say you will go for your dream when you haven't hit the road yet. Protect your dream by building yourself massive success. Build extra-ordinary results. If you love your family, stop lying when you should live a truth with them. If you love your job, stop coming to work late when you know you may as well lose the job. In short, in the words of a famous Musician, "you never miss the waters until the well is running dry, you know you are missing home when you hate the road." Begin protecting your empire if you would love it to be in your hands and grow bigger. What you have is so valuable, don't lose it trying to chase some little lies. PROTECT YOUR EMPIRE

#CodesetInspiration

THE MILLENIUM GIRL, SHE WAS BEAUTIFUL (Ladies Edition)

I was the last born in a family of three ladies(inclusive of mum) and one king. So the only boys we played with were our neighbours’ all-male triplets. Growing up, we played together. We walked together with them. Being around them was so warm and safe. We hugged like some little baboons, playing the mother-daddy games. I always wanted to be mum. No, not because of that, because HE WAS SECURE. I really liked him a lot. He would carry me when I got sick to the couch as we pretended it was the car. It was warm playing with his brothers too. Always aggressive and ready to protect. Everyone remembers that childhood soap opera.

But as we were growing up, we met a world that viewed this hero we had in them differently. We met a world that told us they were dogs. I don’t yet know what that means, but I was made to believe and just follow without ever questioning. They told me not to even ever trust my very first boyfriend (dad). They said they were all the same. They told me I didn’t need him yet when mama cried, when my big sister cried, not to mention, me too, He was always there to comfort us. If he ever went on a business trip, it felt all insecure. Even the slightest pin drop froze us.

What they taught me about these heroes messed with how I viewed them. Slowly I started disrespecting the same kids that always wiped my tears after getting hurt in the yard. Slowly I answered the same daddy that changed my diapers when momma was sick, rudely, yet I knew he took care of all the family needs. Everytime I did something to hurt his feelings and he got angry, momma always threw tantrums at him and convinced him that it was adolescence that affected me. We felt like winners because we knew he couldn’t beat us in the mouthing game. But many years later, I regret what I did to dad. I guess I was too naïve to just follow momma’s advice without questioning. I wish I knew how deep the words we threw at him sank in the sea of his thoughts.

The boys, as I was taught to call them even the oldest of them, started getting away from me. I was taught that I was a prize that they had to toil themselves off to win, and I became that. I lost a lot of them that used to be heroes simply because they asked me out. I joined the university and became the most proud woman earth has ever seen. I disqualified any undergraduate level guy from my list, because I was told, “They ain’t a challenge, u need someone that challenges you. Working class.” I went out only with those that were driving. So unfortunate most of those I schooled with were walking class. I felt guilty of what I was doing somehow but I brushed it off with the thought that I was playing three driving men. Today in a Japanese, tomorrow German, the next day to the airstrip. It was real fun that I even missed most of my classes. Did they matter anymore really. With the new career I had gotten myself, thanks to facebook and instagram, being a socialite was the thing in town. Soon I moved international and “served” even tycoons in Nigeria, Dubai and the Middle East. It was fun. Really a lot. They always said, “YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL MILLENIUM GIRL”.

Many years later I sit here watching my two twin sons growing without a father and I shed tears. Will the world ever have a place for them to go out and fight? Will they ever be told that they are heroes? The questions can’t stop but all I have left yet I have to stop questioning, go out in the streets of Koinange and find my sons a meal(I graduated but with an F, you know why). I walk out at night and the men I meet are bitter because of the words this world told them. None of them even knows my name, yet I have to fend for my children this way. My only solace is when I visit dad in prison (he murdered momma after a heated argument). He forgave me and I forgave him for taking away my mum. I tell him what an hero he is. He always tells me to tell my boys what the world we live in will call them. Yet I have never told them a thing. Because I was that girl I want them to be aware of. I wish I could take back the arms of time and begin again. But it’s too late. All I take pride in is taking care of my kids. It’s all I have left.

MILLENIUM GIRL, DON’T BE THE BEAUTIFUL GIRL I WAS

Codeset: In the old days women saw their men as conquerors, providers and heroes, but somewhere along the line that changed. Women started becoming their own heroes. Maybe it is because their men forgot how to be heroes. Or because women didn’t want to be protected anymore. Or maybe women had to be their own heroes because of the pain they had to endure in life. But whatever the course, the world took away the man’s reasons for being a man. They told him he wasn’t important anymore, and when that happened, it turned the whole world upside down. Women had to teach themselves how to be their own men, which in God’s own purposing wasn’t planned. No wonder none ever succeeded. It brought misery to her and she hid in fame and success that she didn’t need a man. Yet the pillow knew her tears.

DAR ER SALAAM! I WISH THIS WAS HOME(Gents Edition)

Everyone always fought to be dad. You know why? Because you always had the opportunity to be the leader. You had the chance to get yourself the best toys. I always prayed that Mercy (the most beautiful girl), could accept to be mum. I slept and she brought breakfast to the table and I had to send my little brothers to the field and bring hunts home. If you grew up on planet earth I guess you know how it used to be back in the day. I will never be satisfied with technology until it’s possible to relive those moments without dying like the traditional African society tells us.

It was all okay until I saw momma fighting with dad. That’s when I questioned who the man was. As if that wasn’t enough, Mercy left me for John, simply because my parents couldn’t afford an oxford mathematical set in class four. I was lonely and didn’t have anyone to tell any of the pains my heart was in as I graduated all past high school. Every girl wanted a challenge. And as time went on, I began doubting the sanity of the man that ever wrote the word love. I knew my little brothers were going to pass through the same thing but couldn’t have anyone to tell(dad and mom divorced and my brothers opted to go with mom because she knew haow to cook chapati). Each time I came home from the day-school I was in I knew what my responsibilities were. I became a great cook the hard way because I stayed on with dad. I think someday I will even teach my daughter how to cook. Dad worked hard to support the other family as they said in the court. That is why I ended up in a day-school, so he could afford it. Growing up Dad knew I was a genius, a curse that momma rejected me for. She said I was hard to relate because all I did was temper with the TV and at night it would be black and white because I put it in place in a hurry. Toys were my girl friends because all of them said I didn’t know how to have fun.

When I joined The Dynasty University, I went to take Telecommunications and Networks. I could hack into any system without even waking the watchdogs. Unfortunately my day came and I was expelled at my second year for helping friends leak an examination from the university’s systems. At this point I was alone because dad had died a year before then from high blood pressure. Sorry to say, but the old man loved mom a lot that for all that long he never got over the divorce. When I was expelled and charged in a court of law, they gave me 5 and a half years behind bars. I didn’t see any sense in the bail the judge place for me to be free because I couldn’t anyway afford it. Mom was nowhere to be found. All I knew was that she got married to some rich spoilt guy. I could judge this by the type of car my brothers came to my hearing in. They were what if dad was alive then would say, “They got some breathing cars, son.”

Many years later, I turn around in my office chair and look through the large glass wall in my office and see the city that gave me a chance to be a man. I just sent my very gorgeous wife, who serves as my P.A too, to go and get me some tea. I’m a foreigner in this country that was many miles behind in technology yet it was filled with the aroma of love even when there was no meal to place on the table. Dar er salaam. I feel a warm tear flow down my eye. Before I wipe it, Judy (my wife), asks from the door, “The milk-guy isn’t here yet, would you have a hot coffee as you love it back in the day?” Before I answer she is already by my side and has noticed the tear in my eye. She wipes the tear and before long this turns to a moment of reminding ourselves how we went without food for days with her. “I build this company with my own hands…” I can’t stop the tremor in my voice because of the emotions. “But I wish I were home. My family couldn’t be the laughing story in town.” I remember what a great and caring family we found here and wish it was back home. I wish I could change the society back home, but then, I can’t do a thing about it. The systems blocked my entry into the market. The best I could do was deport my brothers to this country and find them a fortune since they burned all their wealth on pleasure before I even left prison.

“Your daughter Cynthia and son Baraka will bring that home one day. You are David, they are Solomon,” Judy whisphers in my ear and it brings me back to reality. “I wish this was back home,” I say as she leaves to make me that back in the day coffee. I look at her as she leaves my office and I just wish every man in my country had just a half of a woman like her. Then Home Would Be Home.

I AM IN DAR, BUT I WISH THIS WAS HOME.

Codeset: In the old days women saw their men as conquerors, providers and heroes, but somewhere along the line that changed. Women started becoming their own heroes. Maybe it is because their men forgot how to be heroes. Or because women didn’t want to be protected anymore. Or maybe women had to be their own heroes because of the pain they had to endure in life. But whatever the course, the world took away the man’s reasons for being a man. They told him he wasn’t important anymore, and when that happened, it turned the whole world upside down. When will a man ever answer his wife’s call instead of saying she was nagging because she messed her youth? When will home ever feel like home.