Edwin's Corner

  Wassily Kandinsky inspired portrait It was all over, or at least that’s how it felt. Robert stood at the edge of the road, staring ahead but not really seeing anything. Cars went by. Trucks roared past. Life moved on. But he didn’t. There are moments in life when everything slows down, not peacefully, but in a heavy, suffocating way. The kind where your body is there, but your mind is somewhere deep inside, replaying everything you’ve tried, everything that didn’t work, and everything that feels like it’s slipping through your fingers. That’s where he was. Suspended. Not between two sides of a road, but between continuing and stopping everything altogether. What most people wouldn’t see is this: He had tried. This wasn’t a man who had given up easily. For four years, he had done everything he could to stand on his own two feet. He had left his mother’s house—not out of rebellion, but out of clarity. She faced her own struggles, and he knew that staying would only deepen bot...

The MasterMind Mentors Club Series  There is a certain kind of silence that only occurs when the truth enters the room, and no one wants to be the first to acknowledge it. It’s not the silence of peace or rest; it’s the silence of recognition. The silence that says, "This thing being spoken about is me, and sadly, I can no longer pretend I don’t know it.” That is the kind of silence that fell over the three of them in the Aberdare Ranges. James. Jacob. Martha. Three founders. Three distinct journeys. Three unique temperaments. Three different ways of handling pressure. Yet, beneath the surface, they were wrestling with the same uncomfortable reality: their businesses relied too heavily on them. More than that, they had quietly become the system. It is a strange thing, really, how easy it is for a founder to admire the very thing that suffocates them. We praise the hustle. We praise the sacrifices. We praise the one who is “always on.” We admire the person who can carry...

  Have you ever been on a roaring journey of success and then, without warning, something happens, and you feel blindsided? Not because you've failed in a dramatic, public, movie-scene kind of way. Nothing so grand. Life tends to be less theatrical than that. It’s more subtle. More surgical. You just begin to feel like something around you is crumbling. The picture you had of yourself—something you polished, framed, and hung proudly in the gallery of your mind—begins to show cracks. What once seemed like paradise starts to peel away. What felt stable begins to wobble. That is something I've experienced numerous times over the past few months. Not because I am going crazy. Though, to be fair, when you start intentionally challenging the story you’ve built about yourself, madness can sometimes seem like a relative. You wave at it from across the road and keep walking. No, this was not madness. It was deliberate. I had decided to test my reality. More specifically, I had dec...

  Rejig of the Poster of the MasterMind Mentors Club 24th March Webinar It is almost strange to say this, but many businesses do not fail because of money. They fail because of leadership. Specifically, they collapse due to the leader's hidden patterns. That was one of the hardest truths that became clearer for me as we discussed the conversation on cashflow and collapse at the MasterMind Mentors Club . We started by talking about financial pressure, delayed payments, debtors, suppliers, payroll, and all the outward signs entrepreneurs like to complain about. But beneath all that noise lay a more uncomfortable truth: cash flow problems are often not primarily financial. They are behavioral. They are psychological. They are deeply personal. And if we are honest, that's why they are so hard to resolve. Because it’s easier to blame the market than face yourself, it’s easier to say clients are delaying payment than to admit you're terrified of difficult conversations. It’...

  The first Men's Group Mtaani session A recap of the first Men’s Group Mtaani session There are places where we usually gather as men. Nice hotels. Clean spaces. Tasteful décor. Order. A certain dignity to the environment. The kind of places where even your problems behave themself for two hours. You arrive, sit well, speak well, take tea, nod thoughtfully, and leave feeling like life has a sense of order. Then, some places don't care about your structure—places that give you reality straight up, without any fluff. That Saturday, I transitioned from one world to another. I had just finished serving as Toastmaster of the Day at Magnetic Toastmasters Club. That alone already requires sharpness of mind, presence, timing, and social energy. Then I left there and headed toward Langata for our first-ever Men’s Group Mtaani meeting. If I am honest, I didn't fully know how it would go. I had hope, yes. Vision, yes. But certainty? Not even a little. The weather itself seem...