THE HONEST IMPACT with Gideon Kapuka

Let me be unapologetic for a second. There is a specific kind of date that will humble you. It will not humble you because the conversation was bad. It will not humble you because she was rude. It will humble you because you will spend three hours feeling like an unauthorised visitor in somebody else's very disciplined life. You asked her out. She said yes. You thought you won. You did not win. You were granted a slot. And now you have to survive it. You Are Not Dating Her, You Are Dating Her Calendar  📅 The first thing you will notice is that she does not really have free time. She has windows. "Tuesday could work but only after 7 and only for like an hour and a half because I have to be up at 4:30." Four thirty. In the morning. For what? For what, ma'am? What is happening at 4:30 that cannot happen at 6? Nothing. Nothing is happening. She just decided that suffering before sunrise counts as a personality. So you spend the entire date aware that there is a countdown...

There is an epidemic happening right now and everybody is too busy pointing fingers to notice they are standing in the middle of it. Men are lonely. Women are lonely. Old people are lonely. Young people are lonely. People in marriages are lonely. People in crowds are lonely. People with three thousand followers and four hundred unread messages are lonely. We built a world that connects everybody and touches nobody. And then we turn around and blame each other for it. The Great Gender Blame Game 🎭 Here is how the conversation usually goes. Somebody writes a post about lonely men. The comments fill up with women saying, "Well maybe if men opened up emotionally." Somebody writes a post about lonely women. The comments fill up with men saying, "Well maybe if women weren't so impossible." And everybody feels a little better. Because if it is their fault, then it is not our fault. If they are the problem, then we are the victims. And being a victim is more comfortabl...

Let me start with a statement that will make some people clutch their pearls so hard they leave fingerprints on them. Contraceptives are not medicine. Contraception is not healthcare. There. It is out. And I am not sorry. Before the pitchforks come out, let me explain exactly what I mean, because this is not a moral argument. This is a definitional one. This is about language, about categories, about the words we use and whether they actually mean what we think they mean. And the words "medicine" and "healthcare" have been stretched so far that they no longer resemble their original shapes. Let Us Define Our Terms 📚 A medicine is a substance used to treat, cure, or prevent a disease. That is the standard definition. It is a substance that addresses a pathological condition, an abnormality, a dysfunction. A drug, according to the World Health Organization, is "any substance that, when taken in the living organism, may modify one or more of its functions." ...

Let us talk about the greatest business model in human history. No warehouse. No inventory. No shipping costs. No refunds. No quality control. And the product? You cannot see it, you cannot touch it, you cannot weigh it, and you cannot prove you received it. But you have definitely paid for it. Think about it. Christianity started in Israel as a family. Then it went to Rome as a religion. Then it went to England as politics. And then it landed in Africa as a business. 😆👌🏾 If that sentence made you uncomfortable, congratulations. You are paying attention. If it made you laugh, welcome home. And if it made you angry, stay with me. Because I am not attacking your faith. I am attacking the industry that has been built on top of it. Israel, Where It Was a Family🏠 Let us start at the beginning, because the beginning is beautiful. In Israel, it was not a religion. It was not an institution. It was not a brand. It was a family. A small group of people following a man named Jesus around dus...

Let us have the conversation that every man has had in his head but never out loud. You are sitting with your boys. Somebody asks, "So what kind of woman are you looking for?" And somebody else, without missing a beat, says, "His mother." And everybody laughs. And everybody knows exactly what he means. And nobody wants to explain it. Because it sounds strange. It sounds like something a therapist would charge you by the hour to unpack. But there is something underneath it that is real, and it is worth talking about honestly. The Love Language You Never Chose 🍼 Here is the uncomfortable truth. Some people's love language is not a personality trait. It is a function of what they craved and never got when they were growing up. If nobody ever held you, you might grow up craving affection. If nobody ever praised you, you might grow up chasing approval. If nobody ever showed up for you, you might grow up being drawn to people who show up, even if they show up badly. ...

Let me start with a truth that will either liberate you or offend you. Possibly both. Even if you die for people, they will still say you did not die well. Read that again. Slowly. Let it sink in. You can sacrifice everything. You can give your last cent. You can carry their burdens, wipe their tears, pay their bills, and show up for them at 3 AM when nobody else would. And when you are gone, when your body is in the ground and your name is being mentioned at the funeral, somebody will still be sitting in the back row whispering, "Mmm, but you know, he was not really that generous." Somebody will still find something to say. Somebody will still find something to criticise. Somebody will still find a way to reduce your entire life to a single flaw. And the crazy part? That is not a tragedy. That is just people. That is just the nature of the beast. So, if you cut your neck for people, they will still say you did not cut it well. That one sweet me. That one really, really sweet...