THE HONEST IMPACT with Gideon Kapuka

Eish. Let’s not lie to each other. The world is a proper mess, and people’s expectations? Suffocating. Everyone wants something from you, your time, your money, your energy, like you’re a walking ATM. And after all that? Still not enough. So what’s the move? Lower the volume, boss. Mute the noise and focus on you. You’re not a vending machine. You don’t press a button and happiness comes out. Voetsek with that. 🤑 Here’s the truth people hate. The world doesn’t care about you. Yoh, shocker. But once you stop begging for validation from people who wouldn’t even fetch water for you, life gets lighter. Healthy societies move differently. People mind their business, coexist, and don’t need applause for existing. No participation trophies. No “did you see me?” energy. Sharp sharp. Less drama. More peace. Men and women are not meant to be each other’s everything. Full stop. That idea is exhausting, unrealistic, and honestly nonsense. We’re not built for nonstop emotional chaos and 24/7 avail...

You see, the system has never had a problem letting a good man rule a country. Why? Because as long as the system itself remains in control, that good man is still boxed in, weakened, and limited. He becomes a symbol, not real power. That’s how the game is played. Smooth, silent, dangerous. And yet, this is the kind of young, sharp-minded leadership Africa desperately needs. Minds that question, that don’t just clap hands at rallies and shout slogans. Minds that look at the future and say, “Nah, this can’t be it.” Because if Africa doesn’t think forward, we’ll forever be surviving instead of living. Let’s be honest, neh. One of the biggest diseases killing us is division. Tribalism. Party loyalty over truth. Regional beef. All these things were planted, watered, and now they’re growing wild in our heads. Breaking this brainwashed mindset is not optional anymore. It’s a must. Ask God of us, yes. But also ask truth of us. Because truth over propaganda should be the new religion. We must ...

Nowadays everyone is shouting “be authentic, be yourself, live your truth” like it’s a fashion trend from Wernhil. Sounds nice neh, but let’s be honest for once. Me, I think humility and honesty hit harder than this overhyped authenticity. Why? Because most of the time, what people call authenticity is just their desires and appetites dressed up as identity. Ego in a suit. Clean branding, zero substance. People confuse “this is how I feel” with “this is the truth”. Big difference, my guy. Truth is not always comfortable. Truth doesn’t clap hands for you. Sometimes truth tells you, sit down, shut up, and fix the mess. Authenticity, on the other hand, loves the spotlight. It says, “this is just who I am”, even when the house is burning. Let me ask you: What’s the use of your authenticity if the people around you are struggling? What good is “honouring your truth” while someone you love is drowning and you’re busy protecting your vibe? Picture this: one household, everything quietly falli...

Let me ask you plainly, without politeness and without fear. Which of the present-day vices happening around you have you stood up against? Or are you just another Namibian who shakes their head, says “eish” or “haai man”, then goes back to business as usual? Was there ever a time when sin did not exist? Or did we simply learn how to dress it better, hide it behind offices, tenders, churches, and struggle credentials? Today, we claim to be educated, informed, liberated. Yet we conduct our “research” from books, archives, and systems edited by the same people who brutalised our ancestors. Then we fight each other over whose version of history is correct, depending on political party, tribe, church, or which struggle hero we worship. Truth in Namibia has become conditional. If it protects your position, it is truth. If it threatens your benefits, suddenly it is “disrespectful”, “divisive”, or “unpatriotic”. Have you ever considered self-revelation? Not through pastors. Not through politi...

Awe people… let’s not fear truth,… let’s talk properly. Awe shili, open your mind small. This thing we all grew up with… “Jesus was born 2,000 years ago”… eehe, that’s what the pastors said, the aunties said, even your drunk uncle said after church. The letter J… that thing wasn’t even existing back in the day. Not 2,000 years ago… not 1,000… not even 800. It only started popping up around like 400–500 years ago. So now tell me… Back in those ancient days, when people didn’t even have the sound for J… who exactly was walking around being called “Jeeezas”? Make it make sense, broer. Let’s stop pretending: “Jesus” is not an original name… it’s a remix. A full remix. A European version. A polished church version. The man everyone is talking about… that man from Nazareth… the one preaching in dust, sweating in the hot Middle Eastern sun… His name was Yeshua. That’s what people shouted. That’s what his friends knew. Not this “Jeeee-sas” vibe we say today. But aya, people don’t like this con...

Let’s talk about that type! You know them. They speak English like they went to the United Nations, but ask them to write it down and suddenly it’s like they’re defusing a bomb. These are the WhatsApp Voice Note Merchants! They don’t text… they broadcast. Because deep down, they know if they try to type “Wednesday,” the phone will explode from confusion. “Wensday? Wesnesday? Wen’s day?!” Forget it. Tomorrow? No, no… “Tomorow? Tommorow? Tomoaro?” Even autocorrect gave up and left the chat. And don’t get me started on gadgets. These ones are carrying iPhones that cost more than their entire school’s stationery budget, but all they know is camera, flash, filter! Ask them to attach a PDF? Zero network! Ask them to check email? Anxiety attack! But take selfies? Yoh… professional level! Angles! Poses! Boomerangs! It’s like Beyoncé meets Airtime Lite! This type is MBA in Taking Pictures, but Grade -7 in reading. Domkops? Listen… they invented the syllabus! But here’s the plot twist: they are ...