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

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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.

Your Best Shot

"...It's your guy Codeset saying, Life Is Short, Get Busy Living..." So does go the phrase at the end of each video on the weekly series of, 12over10.
A lot of people have always wondered why we love using that statement a lot on all our videos, posts and comments. Let Me Explain.
We do not wish to scare you to sturt getting rushy in life. We want to inspire you to accept life as it is and find meaning in it in the few days you will be around. A lot of people are always procrastinating work, study, practice, diet and much more hoping they will have tomorrow, next week, next month, next year to do all that. They live their whole life postponing their destinies, yet blinding themselves from the one truth that whether they like it or not have to face. ONE UNTOLD DAY YOU WILL DIE. No one loves this statement. We love avoiding it hiding behind that famous slogan, better give up today to fight another day. At the end of it all we realise that time has eloped like smoke in the wind. Then we start doing the 0 work of chasing it. We do things we were supposed to have done many years ago. Then one day our eulogy is read, and deep in the soil we lie, many many years behind in our dreams, only because we dreaded to take action in the right time.
Let's take a tour in your life if you only had today to live, what would you do so that if tomorrow we read your eulogy, you will lie down there knowing well that you did your best. That you gave your best shot. Stop rehearsing life and do all you can today. Concentrate on the 24 hours ahead of you today. Stop worrying about what will happen tomorrow. Stop pushing your dreams forward. Do it all today. Do it all. You have more than enough to do everything you want to do. In you are books, write them today. Begin looking for investors to invest in your dream today. Tomorrow will come and you will live it if you get there. Develop a sense of urgency to life so you can achieve massive success.Understand the minute and second you are having now is all you are sure about. Stop giving 50% in your job thinking that it's the company that will lose. No. Give 150%, you may be the next CEO just because you gave it your all. Stop just doing what you are paid for. Do more than that. What do you lose if you went ahead and served tea to your boss because the secretary is sick and isn't at work today. Go give it your best shot. Stop waiting to be pushed to submit your assignments to your tutors, just go and give your best shot. You have in you more than enough points than you are asked to give. Go ahead do that. What's your best shot? You remember how you did it? How you pushed yourself to do it? Give it today. Your best shot to life is all you have to give today. Stop listening to the noise outside. Yes, everyone is tired. Yes everyone is giving up and surrendering to defeat, but you aint everyone. You are just You. So I will ask you again, what is YOUR BEST SHOT? Give it. Today pleaaaaaase. Give it. You can do this. Hang in there. Remember life is short. Tomorrow is a choice of your Maker. When the reaper comes, how will he find you. Will you have give your best shot?

It's your guy Codeset, let's give our best shot today.

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You Owe You

Life is not always a fairy tale. So we were told as we were growing up. Until when life happened to us, we never knew what it really was. Then we understood what this meant. But unfortunately some got stuck in that pain. Others arrived at failure, then they packed. they started satying how much life was unfair to them. How much life had taken away from them. You forgot what got you there in the first place. You forgot the champion you used to be. We are tired of listening to your story over and over again! Shut Up and stop blaming anyone! Everything that has happened to you is yours. Get up and brush your shoulder. Sort your mess. Yes, life happened, yes everyone betrayed you, yes, family left you, the friends that mattered don't return your calls no more, you are behind on bills because your love left, you are broken and can hardly stand. yes! All this happened, but will you live in the pain forever?
Will your life be defined by the things that happened to you? Will you live life just telling your plight of pain? Come on! Man Up! Go to the mirror, look at that person and tell them to MAN UP! You owe yourself your life! Doesn't matter what happened, but it's done, come on, go to the wall where you used to write your dreams and rewrite your dreams. Reconstruct them and build the passion that you used to have before all this happened. Revisit that zeal and desire you used to have. Don't let it go! Go for it. You don't owe your life to those that did things to you. You don't owe your life to the things that happened to you. MAN UP! You got only one life to live and this you owe you. You can't live blaming anyone, take responsibility of your life. Yes! Everything bad happened to you, so what? Give us a better choice of who it should have happened to!
Come one, these challenges are here to make you a better person. Take life by the horns and face it. YOU OWE YOUR LIFE TO THAT PERSON YOU SEE ON THE MIRROR. Man up, Go make it happen.

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