Oracle of Kifuuta to the Young Man Chasing Love and Work

Young man, come here. Sit down. The Oracle of Kifuuta, Katooke, Kyotera, Buddu, has seen it all, and I am talking to you. Yes, you. You who are working in the sun, sweating, hustling, and still checking your phone for her name.

Listen with your full chest, because I will not lie to you with sweet stories.

Every relationship is a transaction. Every single one. Most people just refuse to read the receipt.

You give attention; they give loyalty. You give money; they give access. You give time; they give you a reason to stay. You give peace; they give home. Nobody loves for free. Nobody. They just hide the price inside feelings, inside “good morning, my love”, inside “I miss you”. That does not make love fake. That makes it conditional. That makes it real.

And the moment one side stops giving, watch. Just watch. The other side starts leaving. Slowly at first. Late replies. Cold voice. Busy, busy, busy. Then silence. Then gone. Do not be shocked, young man. The exchange broke. The deal died.

So stop asking that soft, crying question: “Do they care about me?” That question will keep you lost in the wild forest, walking in circles, thinking and thinking until your head explodes. The Oracle tells you to ask a harder question, a man question: “What do we exchange? And is it balanced?” Is it balanced, my son?

Because if you are pouring and pouring, and she is only drinking, you are not in love. You are in debt without knowing it. You are giving gold and receiving air.

Hear me well, young man. The person who gives too much and expects nothing is not noble. He is not holy. He is not strong. He is a fool digging his own grave with his own hands. He will wake up one morning empty, bitter, broken, with an empty pocket and an empty heart, asking, “After all I did for you?” Yes, after all you did, because you never counted. You never kept your own ledger.

So love deeply, but keep your own ledger. Love with fire. Love with your full chest. But know what you give and know what you get. Count your attention. Count your time. Count your money. Count your peace. If you give gold, do not accept stones. If you give loyalty, do not accept games. If you give your heart, do not accept crumbs.

And now hear the biggest wisdom for you, young man who is working and chasing love at the same time. Both must move. Your pocket must move, and your love must move. Together. At the same time. You cannot chase love with an empty pocket and expect to win. And you cannot chase money and forget love and expect to be happy. Both must move towards success.

If your pocket is growing but your love is dying, you are failing. If your love is sweet but your pocket is crying, you will soon suffer. Love needs fuel. Money needs heart. A young man must build both. In the morning, you work; in the afternoon, you work; in the evening, you work, and in between, you love with sense. Work makes the wallet smile in the morning, afternoon and evening. Push work. Push, push, push. Do not sit and dream. Do not expect to pick Gold, Diamond, Ivory at the roadside. You will never pick them there. You can only pick them from heaven, and you know how to reach heaven. Through sweat. Through pain. Through early mornings and late nights. Through hands that refuse to rest.

Sit down and appreciate the Kifuuta gods who cover your iniquities and bring baskets of good. Baskets full. Baskets heavy. Baskets of blessing, baskets of protection, baskets of second chances. But the gods help the hands that move. The gods bless the pocket that works and the heart that is wise.

So, young man, stop shooting in the dark. Stop begging for love while your pocket is sleeping. Stop crying for people who left when the giving stopped. Read your receipt. Balance your exchange. Build your pocket. Build your love. Let both move. Let both grow.

The Oracle of Kifuuta, Katooke, Kyotera, Buddu, has seen it all, and I tell you: love is a transaction, work is the sacrifice, and a young man who knows his worth, who keeps his ledger, who pushes his work and loves with open eyes, that man will never beg for love again.