Call it Transfinancial Intrepid.
I am not rich. Not yet. But I move like money owes me something.Call it madness. Call it overthinking.
A term not found in textbooks or financial blogs—but one that lives in me like instinct.It’s more than being financially literate. It’s more than chasing wealth.
It’s about understanding that systems are suggestions—not laws. That money, like water, flows where it’s directed. And I’ve learned not to build dams—I dig rivers.
I come from Kisii. A place where you learn the value of soil and sweat early. Where you grow food before you understand its price. Where wealth is counted in the strength of your back and the number of mouths you can feed.
But I moved away, carrying more than just memories—I carried seeds. Ideas.I plan to sow them in Nanyuki. Not just because the weather is kind or the views are cinematic—but because it’s the kind of place where independence can take root.
A place for ranches. For dogs that don’t bark at shadows. For a life that breathes, not just survives.I don’t just want money—I want functional sovereignty. Land that feeds, tech that simplifies, systems that serve.
I want a life where engineering meets farming, where machines help me grow real things—food, freedom, future.
Transfinancial Intrepid means I no longer play the game.
I build my own.
It means I don’t dream of paychecks—I dream of pipelines. Of supply chains. Of legacies.It means I don’t fear collapse—I prepare for it, knowing I’ll stand when others fall.So when they laugh at the ranch, the dogs, the dirt under my nails—I smile.
Because I know what I’m building.
And it’s bigger than wealth.It’s mine.
Engineer's Log 