Explaining the real reason you never have time, and what to do about it

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When last did you hear someone say, ‘I don’t have the time?’

Recently? Me too.

It was the truth, but they lied. This lie/truth dilemma is the delusion of the clocks, and in this article, I’ll try to explain why we never have time and the one thing we can do about it. Let’s start from what we know — this lie/truth is an excuse.

We don’t want to do it

It’s an accepted, valid excuse, not having ‘the time to’. Lao Tzu was succinctly correct…


It wasn’t designed for me, but I’ll do it, anyway

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Hi, I am Keno and I will take part in the illumination 100-day challenge for new writers. I am not new.

I used to write regularly with illumination when I first joined Medium in May 2020. It was lockdown, and I saw the world clearer. Words flowed. I became a top writer in Advice, Black Lives Matter, and Racism.

I had at least two viral articles and several curated articles.

I made lots of new friends. Then routine and busyness dimmed the world, and the words trickled. I barely logged on. My publication, Tiny Life Moments, faltered. I read little…


A tiny life writing prompt on the good, the bad and the ugly of the pandemic

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There is always a trigger.

It may be a chat with a friend, a photograph, a walk through the park, a new job offer, something said. But in that moment, realisation dawns and you smile and think, life is not that bad after all, what happened?

It may be a book, a piece of music, a passing thought or a news report. But in the moment a realisation dawns and you realise that something is not quite right with the world, what happened?

Writing prompt: May 2021

‘A moment from the Pandemic?’ is our writing prompt for the month of May.

For some, life…


A Tiny Life Moment of finding the way

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The moment

I stood at the edge of the concrete road and stared into the dense foliage of the Grenadian bush. It was dry season, so the ground was covered with the rust coloured leaves of the short thick forest, low hanging twigs interlocked with woody shrubs. In the distance, I could make out a termites’ nest. The ground would be teeming with ants, millipedes and a hundred other insects I could not see. Somewhere within the downwards sloping bush was an unseen path to the beach — my goal. I could hear the waves crashing on the shore below. …


A Tiny Life Moment of coming to an end

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The Moment

“To be honest, I am not really sad that this WhatsApp group is coming to a close. We have all forged strong relationships that does not need this WhatsApp group to thrive. It is up to each of us to stay connected.”

The Reflection

As I read those closing words in a WhatsApp group that was closed recently, I realised that not all ‘ends’ have to be closures. Life could be like the sunbaked surface of a desert floor, millions of tiny cracks running into each other. Some intertwining, others connected and blending. Some running solo. Others running wide. …


A tiny life moment in the face of difficulty

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The Moment

We had been locked up for 6 days. Covid quarantine they said, but for us, with no symptoms and taking all the necessary precautions, it was psychological torture.

So when the hotel manager told us our results with a caveat, my niece’s response was not unexpected.

“Your results are negative,” the hotel manager said, “but you cannot leave quarantine until you get a call from the Ministry of Health. There have been positive results elsewhere on the island, so they have to speak with you before you leave.”

My niece burst out immediately, “What do you mean, we can’t leave…


A Tiny Life Moment of Unbearable Pain

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The Moment

I pleaded with her.

Heck, Silently. She had the oxygen mask over my mouth. I injected all the emotions I felt into my eyes. Cold steel pumped through a single vein at the back of my hand. I heard the silent hum of the machine as it pushed pain, again.

Take it out,’ my eyes said. ‘I cannot bear this any longer. I’d rather die than bear the pain.

Did she hear me? Or had she seen this all before? I heard her say that she understood. She said I would be asleep soon. …


And you can too, its an invitation

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Last week, I had the most fun with five friends on Zoom, as I introduced them to a new space bringing not-so-new ideas into a virtual space. In this article, I take you through my journey.

Here’s why it started

Lockdown introduced everyone to the world of virtual meetings. Of course we always had virtual meetings, webinars and video calls, but lockdown took it to a new level. Team meetings, one to one meetings, daily catch ups, working groups, sales pitches — online. Parents and children chatted online, we had online weddings, birthday parties and we joined online conferences. Zoom became a household name.


A Tiny Life Moment of finding hope in the dreariness of life

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The moment

The squirrel was not budging. It positioned itself in the middle of the path and watched me. I was the intruder, the outsider. But I was also the human, so I walked on. It scurried away, and I continued down the path towards the garden of hope, an area set aside for the burial of ashes. Right in the middle was the Hope stone. ‘’God is with us so there is hope,’ it read. On one side, and the other. A simple statement shone into my heart.

The Reflection

Life…


First in March and now in November, people are experiencing a second lockdown, here’s the difference

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In the first lockdown, the birds seemed louder, the world was greener, we listened, we philosophied, we wrote. The planet was healing, the air purer. Everything mattered including toilet paper.

In the second lockdown, we didn’t notice the birds, the world was the same as usual, we no longer listen, the fumes returned, busy cars scuttling on crowded roads . Nothing matters, we all just want to get to the end.

In the first lockdown, we followed the figures, listened to Boris*. We were not sure how to stay alert, but we tried to control the virus. We sang as…

Keno Ogbo

Crafting sentences that heal, treasuring tiny life moments. Liberating a stochastic brain. Christian. Writer. Unfinished. Building a world of hope through words

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