@Cecilia97N Naye ddala as a serious muvubuka how do you wake up one day and you believe you can marry such kind of a girl, have children and raise a good family with her??
Bavubuka mwe ani abaloga yarabi??🤔
I think the problem is with Sam himself
Strategy has sold 3,588 $BTC for $216 million to fund dividends on our Digital Credit securities. As of 7/5/2026, we hodl ₿843,775 in our BTC Reserves and $2.55 billion in our USD Reserves. strategy.com/press/strategy…
When Bitcoin peaked, liquidity rotated into gold.
When gold peaked, liquidity rotated into stocks.
When stocks peak, liquidity will rotate into…
You know the answer!
The Biggest mistake in crypto right now?
Thinking institutions care about your October bottom.
Everyone is waiting for the same thing :
📉 $50k Bitcoin
📉 October Bottom
📉 The “4 year cycle”
I think they’re wrong
In fact I’m so confident, if Bitcoin gets a daily body close below 50k (not a wick)
I’ll shave my head 🪒
I’ll shave my beard 🧔
And I’ll give away $500 💰
Why?
Because I don’t think retail runs Bitcoin anymore, institutions do.
And institutions don’t wait for retail to fill their bags 💼
@bruno_KUg Come and open another one at Uganda Congo boarder Odramacaku town.
Bro there's no Restaurant here yet the town is growing rapidly and the two countries are divided by road and both sides are too active
@rineethrebel You guys find someone new to fawn over oh here every week when you could walk outside for an hour and find 50 of her.
She's attractive. But not even worth taking the sock out of the drawer for.
To everyone so eager to cancel someone for a tattoo they got at age 22, a drunk text, a selfie they took in the middle of a mental health crisis:
Show us your laptop.
Show us your iCloud.
Open your entire digital life to your worst enemy. No context. No filter. No explanation.
You won’t.
You won’t because you know what I know. Any one of us, frozen at our worst moment, photographed in our lowest hour, looks like a monster. Looks like a stranger. Looks like someone who deserves to be cast out.
That is not who we are.
My mom and baby sister were killed in a car accident when I was just a kid. Cancer took my brother Beau, my best friend and my rock. I battled alcoholism. I battled addiction. I chose the coward’s way out more times than I can count.
For years I believed the defining chapters of my life were written by tragedy, loss, and shame.
I no longer believe that.
Pain can shape us. Loss can humble us. Failures can leave scars that never fully fade. But none of them have the authority to define us.
And it sure as hell ain’t the critic that counts.
That authority belongs to us alone-the person in the arena.
Every setback presents a choice. Play the victim, or cut the bullshit and take ownership for who we become next.
Life does not determine our character. It reveals it.
Again and again we are asked the same question. When shit happens, what next?
We are not defined by what happened to us. We are not defined by the worst photo, the worst text, the worst tattoo, the worst night. We are defined by the person we choose to become. And by the courage to choose that person, every single day.
So before you reach for the gavel - show us your laptop.
You won’t.
The whole world saw mine. And I am still here. Still becoming. Still choosing. Still standing.
That is the only definition that matters.