Dreams come slow, but end so fast …

My good friend today noticed the grey cloud hanging over my head and came to offer a shoulder. She told me something that I’d like to share … she said; look, there’s a whole big world out there, don’t let people define what you do with your youth and talent, just work hard and be happy. #WordsOfWisdom.

We all know the song by passenger that says, you only know you’ve been high when you’re feeling low. Staring at the ceiling in the dark, same old empty feeling in your heart, dreams come slow, but end so fast. Only miss the sun when it starts to snow, only hate the road when your missing home.

What does it take to be happy, I mean genuinely happy?

We are all hot on our heels in pursuit of happiness, trying so hard to catch up to this heavenly mirage that is so ever eluding us, I thought I jot down my two cents about this pursuit and pose the question, what are guys really chasing?  Most times the chase ends in the worst ways you can possibly imagine (fatality) but then again what is happiness?

Happiness is thought of as the good life, freedom from suffering, flourishing, well-being, joy, prosperity and most definitely pleasure. Its pursuit is enshrined as a fundamental right all over the world and occupies most of us. But what do we really know about happiness? Can we study it? Are we born with it? Can we make ourselves happier? Who’s happy and who’s not, and why? What makes us happy?

I ask myself this questions every single time I’m all alone in my green room listening closely to my thoughts. Such are the moments I find myself at a point where I look back at my life and that of my close friends and family and I can’t help but wonder is it possible to actually define happiness. My feel is that defining happiness is as elusive as achieving it. We want to be happy, and we can say whether we are or not, but can it really be defined, studied and measured? And can we use this learning to become happier?

Some would say that your happy when you have more positive emotions that out-weigh your negative emotions then you can be happy. Well I say BS to that !! that is how psychologists and researchers define happiness. Scholars have tried to understand it and have fallen short.

I want to know what the common man defines happiness to be. What are the most common happy thoughts that people have? is it money? chicken drumsticks? sport cars? your team winning the league? a birthday… child birth? what? because emotions are driven by what we think and that being the case then what are peoples’ happy thoughts?

With that I leave you with words of the great poet

Once you stop chasing the WRONG things, the RIGHT ones will catch you.

Listen in Silence …

Listen, it makes you sound smarter!

Those are the words of the eccentric billionaire, Sir Richard Branson, who believes that we just need to listen in silence and take in more than we dish out. Brilliant!

Listen, it makes you sound smarter!

I have to admit that I have been guilty of speaking over people sometimes. It’s a bad habit that I’m trying to quit and be more rapt in listening than talking. A few nights ago, I had an argument with someone and I noted how they listened more and talked less, as I on the other hand yammered away, lol. Keeping quiet and listening more allows one to comprehend better what is being said and allows for a more refined thought process. Affording ample time to calculate your responses and actions to revert with.

One thing I have noted is, most people don’t listen with the intent to understand; They listen with the intent to reply. It needs to change.

Are you guilty?

Listen, it makes you sound smarter!

I have learnt a great deal from all my travels around the globe. Once upon a time, I sat with clan elders under a tree in a remote desert in west Africa, and I remember being told by the senior most elder; young man, a small beetle can make a bull quiver, very faint, right? Well, I listened assiduously to his words and deciphered his teachings slowly and held my tongue. By night fall I had learnt so much and felt wiser and abler.

Listen, it makes you sound smarter!

Whatever situation you are in, try to listen more, not just the words that people say, but try to listen to their behavior. People tend to speak more with their actions, so take the time to listen and learn.

For example, those in blue relationships; try listen more, behind all the clutter, you might find the spark that rekindles the flame. The silent whisper that assures you of tomorrow, listen closely for there is a voice that does not use words.

Listen, it makes you sound smarter!

What we all need to know is that, listening is an art that requires ATTENTION over talent, SPIRIT over ego and others over self, for there is no man who is as deaf as the man who does not LISTEN.

With that, I leave you with the words of the great Dalai Lama:

When you talk, you are only repeating the things that you already know, but when you listen, you learn something new


Paradise for a change ..

Felt like an eternity waiting for my luggage to come through the baggage carousel, I stood there anxious and irked. I couldn’t wait to walk out of the airport and see this “paradise on earth” that I had waited for so long to experience.

I had traveled through Dubai and had spent a 6-hour transit stop in the airport walking from one end to the next, window shopping, and I can tell you my jaw hurt more than my feet, from all the jaw dropping I did as I marveled for 6 very very very very short hours.

Dubai’s technology is so sufficiently advanced it’s indistinguishable from magic. (couple months later I got to go back to Dubai though for 2 weeks but that’s a story for another day).

So finally, I got my luggage and I was on my way. We have this thing with my mum whereby she times my travels and makes sure, she calls to just check up on me, so I checked my phone to just ascertain I had cell reception since it had been almost 40 minutes from the time we landed and she hadn’t yet called. Then just as I was dialing her number, a call came in and it was her, I picked it with so much enthusiasm as I continued to push the trolley to the airport exit.

Our airport-convos always starts like:

Mum: praise God my son, have you arrived safely, nimekuombea sana. (I really prayed for you)

Me: Yes, Maito yakwa (mum’s nickname) I’m just exiting the airport now. (mostly I am always just about to exit the plane when she calls)

I love my mum 😊😊

So anyway, I made my way to the arrivals gate and scanned through the placards for my name and I saw this short telly-tubby looking chubby guy, in beach shorts, sandals, a flowery shirt and a straw fedora tipped to one side holding in his hands a placard with my name on it. I waved to him and he signaled me to go the other side and he’ll meet me there.

As I waited for him to make his way to me, I took a minute in awe at the splendor of where I was, Mahe Island, Seychelles. (I made a note-to-self: we are in the middle of the Indian ocean, better remember how to swim). Finally, Mr. Chubby wubby came and picked my bags and we got into the car and started heading out.

Outside the airport gates were these rock formations that were a hundred or more feet high and they were majestic, I was like, here we go again with the jaw dropping, but I couldn’t help it, it was so damn remarkable. I could see the blue ocean waters from every angle I looked, I was simply in paradise.



The magnificent view as you land in Seychelles.

Seychelles has roads like the ones we see in Bond movies, the ones that curve up a mountain like a snake, it was extremely beautiful, heck magical!

I had reserved my stay in Beau Vallon Bay which is in the “touristy” side of Mahe, and it was exactly like it looked on their website, heck I think even better. It was right next to the beach, with perfectly placed sun loungers lining the shoreline.

The concierge informed me that there was to be a festival at the beach later that night and I should plan to attend. Which I did and I met two Kenyans there who became my best friends for my entire stay in Seychelles. Jackie & Nigel whom we formed a lasting friendship and they made my stay an unforgettable one. I am absolutely grateful to the hospitality that they showed me. #Gems

I had oodles of fun during my stay, I dined on exotic dishes in Eden Island, went on adventure-filled cruises, swam with dolphins in the ocean, snorkeled inbetween islands, attended local festivals where I danced my sandals off and I made friends with all kinds of people from all walks of life.

I Bought a ton of souvenirs and toured the heck out of that beautiful place and sometimes i would sleep on a hammock the whole day by the beach.

This is definitely where my love for water sports was born.

I extended my stay three times and ended up staying in Seychelles for an entire month, I just didn’t want to leave, so my heart felt burdened with sadness on departure day and an indescribable feeling of grief took over me but unfortunately I had no choice but to travel back to Kenya.

Seychelles took a piece of my heart and one day, God willing, I shall find my way back.

With that, I leave you with a quote from the great Poet, William Shakespeare of how I feel when I think of Seychelles:

“For where thou art, there is the world itself, And where thou art not, desolation” 


Live in the moment … just do it !

The sun was slowly rising up over the horizon, it’s warmth gently massaging my face. My tank was full, had a beautiful luyha goddess riding shotgun and a lot of open road for miles ahead of me…… It was heaven on earth, the destination, ……bundus.

I came to the realization that; I am the happiest, when I’m driving or jet-setting to some new or unknown destination. I find myself, free of burden, filled with hope and having a feeling of some type-of euphoria that only the open country roads can offer……. FREEDOM.

We have been told countless times to do what makes us happy, to pursue our dreams and do whatever it takes to achieve our goals. Only problem is, in the real world it’s not as easy as it’s made to sound. Resigning from a stable job to venture into business is as perilous as jumping off a plane with no parachute hoping you’ll enigmatically find one midair and rescue yourself from the imminent “crush and burn”.  With that thought of somewhat inevitable doom etched in the back of our minds, most of us choose to stay-put and make a living hand to mouth feeling shitty and jealous as you scroll down your neighbor’s Instagram page whose always somewhere, and you wonder where does he get the time and money. So you sit behind your desk and remain a wanaprenuer until the day you’re declared redundant and sent home packing. long sigh. :-(:-(:-(

Okay back to me, so I love to travel and I’ve been asked so many times where I get the time and money to do so. Everyone wonders what a “run-of-the-mill” young Turk like me does to keep myself happy travelling and still maintain within the limits that my rustic-peasant-like coffers have forced upon me.


I just DO IT, I live FOR the moment, I live in the present, I launch myself on every wave and I find my eternity in each moment on this green earth. I am not one to stand on my island of opportunities and dreams, and look toward another land. There is no other land; there is no other life but this. So l live it.

If there’s one thing I learned, it’s that nobody is here forever. You have to live for the moment, each and every day . . . “the here, the now” that’s it!

So I leave you with the words of the great Albert Einstein:

Life is a preparation for the future; and the best preparation for the future is to live as if there were none



Success …

My mind was awash with sporadic thoughts as I sat in my car silently waiting for the light to change. I switched off the radio, rolled up the windows and toned down the AC to a “silent buzz”. All this in an effort to create a conference with myself in the car as I drove to work.

I wondered to myself:

Teddy 001: am I where I envisioned myself to be at this age?

Teddy 002:  where are the Rolls Royces and where the hell are the kids hhhhmmm?

Teddy 001:  oooii why are you being harsh man … these thing take time!!

Teddy 002: ooh really, how old do you think the guy next you in a 2016 Range Rover is

  •   Shiny white range rover purrs gently next to me, KCH 111A. Gaaaadem!!


Teddy 001: Oooh my, he looks 28 … wait that’s his father’s ride, can’t be his.

Teddy 002: (Laughs sarcastically)

The mountains we chose and set our minds to climb, determine the level of exercise we put our bodies through. For example, climbing Mt. Everest is a feat that commands dedication of the highest caliber, therefore people train for years to be able to hike up to the peak.

I want to liken this to success, it is without a doubt that the level of success you want to achieve in life depends on the level of work you put into achieving the goals you have set before yourself. ~”Food-for-thought”

The traffic lights turned green and with that I jostled and hustled to make my way through the Nairobi traffic with a thought etched in the back of my mind. I am a future-business-emperor in training.

If “they” made it, so can I !!

In the words of the great poet:

“In order to succeed, we must BELIEVE THAT WE CAN”






Decisions …

Why did the chicken cross the road .. ?

whatever the answer, the underlying fact is, the chicken made a decision to cross the road.

Everyday, we are faced with choices that require us to make tough decisions. Well; They say, that success is simply the outcome of an opportunity colliding head-on with preparedness. Thus, the decisions we make now, determine the level of preparedness we are equipped with when an opportunity comes knocking on our door.

I am today faced with a tough decision.

I pray to God I make the right choice.

in the words of the great poet:

“The only human institution that rejects change is the cemetery”






Maindi ya Kuchoma …bembe

That look says it all ..

Cheeky little rascal …

One funny childhood reminiscence I always tell my friends, repeatedly, and it amuses me how they never stop me from reiterating the story which I think is as a result of barley distortion, but Anyway; it is, of this one time as a little boy, I bolted away from my mother’s house, 10 shillings clenched tightly in hand, running frantically towards the bus stop. I was on a mission, an undertaking, a plan that wasn’t going to be stopped by anything. I had watched a lot of Rambo flicks and boy oh boy, I was jumping over road gullies, wading through mud holes (which I imagined in my head to be quick sand) and making sharp turns at corners to a point where I was leaning my whole body to one side whilst running with scissor hands, piercing through the air like Lorenzo Ramon, (insert whisper..) the renegade.

You see … thirty minutes before my “adventure” begun, I was on the receiving end of one of the most bruuuuuutal beatings of all time (lol I was only pinched like twice) I was always one to overreact, cry my eyeballs out and bury myself in my phlegm and occasionally keeping quiet and letting out that intermittent sniff sniff ;-(sad face)-;sniff sniff routine. You see, my mother was a strong believer of “spare the rod, spoil the child” as it is written in the holy book and at one point, had us all approving  of her beliefs, to the extent of sometimes offering ourselves up for caning when we had transgressed. Then we’d feel the heat of the rod and realize we had been duped.

So, after my acrimonious argument and consequent beating from my mother. I unequivocally decided, I had had enough and I was going to run away from home, and where else better to run to than my granny’s. Katereee Ghaito, that’s how my sweet old granny calls me up to this day. Which means “our sweet one”, yes I am sweet :-). She has always been old, but never ages. She discovered the ever so elusive spring of elixir and has been religiously drinking from it for as long as I have been in existence. I love my granny and especially her cooking. I remember epochs in my childhood where I would impatiently wait for school holiday periods so that I could go and spend the time with my shosh! She would always prepare the joggoo and assign me the miguu (drumsticks) which have until this day been my utmost favorite part of the chicken to chomp without a care in the world.

So anyway, I packed my miniature replicas of batman and robin, wore my superman t-shirt, strapped on my renegade boots and nipped a 10 bob from my mother’s purse and I was outta there!!

My plan was to board the bus that went directly to my cucu’s house and I was feeling pretty confident I knew which one it was. My only huddle, was to get past all these obstacles in this urban jungle and not get lost on the way, and finally after many strides, I got to the bus stop and to my shock and awe; there were, in my assessment, hundreds of thousands of matatus in all shapes and sizes coming and going with these funny looking characters hanging from the doors, hysterically shouting names of things at the people coalesced by the bus stop. I was immediately taken aback and wondered what to do. My thoughts were totally muddled, this was going to be definitely harder than I projected. I was lost in this madness, the chaos was overwhelming and I did not know what to do next. That’s when I thought to myself, mmmmhh what would Rambo do in such a situation??

My childhood; like many a children, was shaped by notions that I derived from watching endless hours of super hero movies and acutely reading comic books of cartoons and individuals who could bend matter to their will.  I would run all over the house and estate screaming woooooooooosh pretending that I could fly like superman and shoot laser beams through my eyes. My parents didn’t seem to be perturbed by the fact that I was “living” in an unparalleled universe to theirs where I could perform extraordinary feats. In fact, they fueled it by buying my siblings and I, toys, comics and super hero movies that indorsed the dogma.

So I stood there confused and I remembered watching Rambo stitch himself after getting shot and van dame saving that pretty damsel in distress and I said to myself if they can do all those things so can I. I was determined to complete my getaway no matter what.

As I pondered my next move and tried to decipher the bizarre things the men hanging from the matatus were saying, I was suddenly mellowed by the sweet whiff of roast maize (maindi ya kuchoma). First all, is it just my assertion or does every bus stop in Kenya have a roast maize stand!!??? Jeez. So anyway, I immediately get reeled in by the aroma and I remember Rambo stopped to eat in Rambo 2 and I decided to purchase half my doughs’ worth of maize so that I’m left with at least enough to get me to my cucu. I sat down munching away on the maize cob  …….


In the first 10 minutes: 10 teaspoons of sugar hit your system. (100% of your recommended daily intake.) You don’t immediately vomit from the overwhelming sweetness because phosphoric acid cuts the flavor, allowing you to keep it down.

20 minutes: Your blood sugar spikes, causing an insulin burst. Your liver responds to this by turning any sugar it can get its Hands on into fat. (And there’s plenty of that at this particular moment.)

40 minutes: Caffeine absorption is complete. Your pupils dilate; your blood pressure rises; as a response, your liver dumps more sugar into your bloodstream. The adenosine receptors in your brain are now blocked, preventing drowsiness. 45 minutes: Your body ups your dopamine production, stimulating the pleasure centers of your brain. This is physically the same way heroin works, by the way.

60 minutes: The phosphoric acid binds calcium, magnesium, and zinc in your lower intestine, providing a further boost in
metabolism. This is compounded by high doses of sugar and artificial sweeteners also increasing the urinary excretion of calcium.

60 minutes: The caffeine’s diuretic properties come into play. (It makes you have to pee.) It is now assured that you’ll Evacuate the bonded calcium, magnesium, and zinc that was headed to your bones as well as sodium, electrolytes, and water.

60 minutes: As the rave inside you dies down, you’ll start to have a sugar crash. You may become irritable and/or sluggish. You’ve also now, literally, pissed away all the water that was in the Coke. But not before infusing it with valuable nutrients your body could have used for things like hydrating your system, or building strong bones and teeth. This will all be followed by a caffeine crash in the next few hours. (As little as two if you’re a smoker.) Want to know what happens after that? Check out what happens to your body after you drink a coke, every day for a long time. Coke itself isn’t the enemy here. It’s the
dynamic combo of massive sugar doses combined with caffeine and phosphoric acid, which are found in almost all sodas.



He was seventeen ; she was only sixteen, but they loved each other so much either one would have literally given up their life in a heart beat to save the other.  They did silly stuff together, they sung and made funny jokes that made their hearts glow …..  It made them extremely happy to sit on the couch safe in each other’s arms and just talk. They were the perfect definition of sweet hearts. Everyone wished they had something as beautiful and as pure as what Eric and Cindy had.

Flash forward to the present time; 14 years later, Cindy is snuggled up like peekaboo fleece pouch in her best friends’ arms crying up a river. No …. Eric is not dead, in fact at the same exact moment; he is staggering out of the toilet trying to find his way back to his sit at the local pub. He glances at his watch and grunts in disbelief, he looks out of the window to confirm that it is actually 11:00 AM and yep ! the sun is up, his been there since midnight. He lights up a cigarette and stays into oblivion deep in thought ……..

Flash back 8 years ago, Eric had just landed his first real job. working as an accountant, the job was perfect …. the pay was good ! He was finally able to afford a good life for his new wife and his little bundle of joy about to join-in-on the “love wagon“. They moved to a much friendlier neighborhood where little Albert Jr (named after Eric’s dad) would grow up enjoying-to-the-fullest all the perks that come with being a child. Things were going great !

Now flashback 6 years ago, little Albert was only 3 years old sitting at the far end of the living room unable to comprehend why his parents were shouting at each other with so much hate in their eyes. None of them seemed to realize that the little one was crying and that the nosy neighbors were trying to peep in from the windows to get a glimpse of the very common event that has now become for a long while, the only source of “entertainment” in the otherwise very quiet neighborhood. Eric had stayed the whole night out doing God-knows-what, but that wasn’t the reason as to why they were arguing …… nop ! Cindy had gotten used to him coming home in the wee hours of the morning and sometimes even going for days without seeing him. So no, that wasn’t the problem, Eric had forgotten to pass by the supermarket and bring home bread and milk for breakfast on his way home as the SMS instructions, from his wife read. Seems like a small and trivial thing to argue about but they would go at it for hours and their once peaceful home would be turned into a battle field !

How did these two lovebirds get here ? how did something so pure turn into something so vile ? how can two people who used to talk about anything and tell each other their deepest secrets only communicate  via letters from their divorce lawyers now ? how ?

It all started a year after Eric got his job, he had risen to a managerial position and the workload had drastically increased he would work for hours on end and most of the time take work home and eventually he was so engrossed in his work that he had little or no time for his family. Cindy would sometimes dress up for that dinner date waiting to be taken to that fancy restaurant they had planned to go to. Only to realize Eric wasn’t gonna show once again ! He would come home tired and find her crying and his response would always be “OMG that was today ?? ooh Jesus I completely forgot, I will make it up to you my dear”.  For a while that was the trend until Cindy gave up trying.  Eric would come home and find no food, Cindy had just cooked for two, her’s and Albert Jr’s.  Cindy felt hurt and when people hurt you; you find yourself doing things to hurt them back and those little gestures were a way of Cindy hitting her husband right below the belt where it hurts the most.  Intimacy was…., of-course long forgotten by then.

The childhood sweethearts became strangers and it wasn’t long enough until both started getting attention from other more affectionate parties. The neighbors’ son always had a way of making mama Albert smile and was always hungry for some of Cindy’s famous chicken fried rice. wasn’t long before he started helping her make the bed after baba Albert left the house.

For Eric, it was the sweet (but not so good looking receptionist at work) it seemed for every single strand of beauty she lacked; she compensated with kindness and humility. Eric found himself forcefully creating time off work just to spend sporadic but very romantic evenings with Scolastica and she repaid him in kind. wasn’t long before he started helping her make her bed.

Scolastica was a free bird but she always knew how to treat a man. she always liked older men because they would shower her with gifts and money. She wasn’t blessed with beauty but she always got the man she wanted. Eric was a smart guy with lots of money; a perfect candidate for her since she knew he was having problems at home.

As the saying goes, all that is done in the darkness will one day be spread bare in the light for all to see !  Eric and Cindy both found out about each others’ extra marital affairs and after much hustle and stress; only one option was left, divorce.

Morale of the story, love your spouse and be patient with each other … make time for your spouse and appreciate the little things they do for you. Doesn’t matter how busy you are, 1 hour off your day to go for dinner wouldn’t stop the world from going round. 5 minutes out of your busy schedule wouldn’t hurt to send a flirty message to your spouse. She is still that little sweetheart you fell in love with so many years ago.  think about it.

It doesn’t take much time or effort to see that our culture is pessimistic about marriage. A happy marriage seems more like a fairy tale that is impossible to achieve. Many of today’s wives are complaining left and right about their husbands’ many shortcomings. So why should a wife make her husband happy when he’s not making her happy?  Its a valid argument but it only takes one of you to stand up and go the extra mile and make things right again.

Men and Women are, emotionally, very different. A husband’s happiness in marriage can be influenced by his wife’s attitude. Even if the wife is frustrated with the determined attitude of her husband, he can also become frustrated if his wife acts without thinking or with recklessness. Despite the fact that the man is stronger physically than the woman, it doesn’t mean that he doesn’t need emotional support and affection. The most effective way to have a happy marriage is to work things out together.

Here are some ways you can keep the fire burning :

  1. Don’t yell — talk
  2. Cook meals together
  3. Do not be bossy or pushy
  4. Be honest with each other.
  5. Welcome him home with love.
  6. Make him/her a homemade gift
  7. Make his favorite dinner or dessert
  8. Avoid becoming just roommates, be affectionate. 
  9. Spice up your sex life and be romantic. Make sex a priority. 
  10. The idea of submission has many women up in arms but let your man lead. 
  11. Introduce him/her to something new. That will be something more to talk about.

Above all else, always be willing to compromise.

*This was based on a true story but the names were changed to protect their identity. 



Me fooling around in the office ! meeeow !
People always remember no matter how useless you feel, you are someone’s reason to smile !!

Today….(long sigh)…. Is a Monday… Everybody (including me) hates Mondays, but not this Monday.

Well like all Monday mornings; I woke up tired and without any morale for anything whatsoever. I simply woke up extremely bored. left the house extremely hungry. Got to the office extremely tired and now extremely pissed after experiencing much hustle on these damned bumper to bumper traffic infested Nairobi roads. f%$c!#k*@ ministry of roads for choosing to expand Thika road first ! what about m-road ???? smh tsk tsk tsk. Anyway that’s a discussion for another day. So I got to the office; didn’t feel like talking so I didn’t say hi to anyone, switched on my laptop, stared at it, sighed some more, looked around at everyone in the office (shoot some of them dead in my imagination). then I sighed some more and that’s when It hit me ! I’m here hating on Monday and someone’s bother, sister, mother, father or even friend didn’t make it to see today. Probably that someone took his/her last breath at 11:59:59 PM Sunday night and I asked myself why ? why I’m I hating on a day that has so much potential to be a beautiful day. God has allowed me to see Monday again and as much as I was feeling weary I decided to make every minute of this beautiful day count ! So I stood up from my sit; put a smile on my face and walked around the office and said “hi how are you today ? how was your weekend, U good ?” to everyone and when I say everyone I mean ….  from the bosses to the KYM’s to that weird chic I always meet waiting for the same lift as I for the last 2 years but have never said hi to. I smiled at everyone and was doing a good at it. I was living in my Monday and appreciating everything it brought forth. At around 12 noon I walked out and stood in the middle of the ever busy mama Ngina street (on the pavement, not on the road. I’m not crazy YET) and I stared at nothing and everything at the same time. I closed my eyes, took a deep breathe and I LIVED some more !

Live some more ! funny; my friend (popularly known as the sandman among’st his peers), uses that statement as a pick up line when he wants to convince chics to do crazy stuff, but for me I repeatedly reminded myself that everyday is a gift and I should always try my best to make the best out of each day and practically LIVE SOME MORE !

So for all of you who hate Monday; I hope after reading this you’ll think twice about dissing Monday and embrace it and live in it like its the last day of your life.


Y O L O people ! enjoy your week !