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Tuesday, 29 July 2025

Clicks, Hustles & Crisps: My Life Between TikToks and Trying to Pay Rent (Series)

How My Son’s Kindergarten Lunch Box Made Me Rethink My Whole Hustle 

PART 2


It’s just lunch.” That’s what I mumbled at 6:12 AM, half awake, half functioning. Then I saw his little face and, man, everything changed. 

 

Alright, so, set the scene: Wednesday morning in Botswana. The house is kind of stirring, kettle’s doing its thing (maybe?), and I’m stumbling around in an ancient T-shirt that’s basically begging for retirement. My phone lights up—yep, TikTok wants me to spiral down the rabbit hole. I almost give in.


But nope. Not today. I’m focused, people. It’s my son’s first week at kindergarten, and guess who’s in charge of his lunch? This guy.

*cracks knuckles all dramatic* Time to deliver.

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 The Lunchbox Game Plan

What’s on the menu? Only the finest:

- Leftover rice (if it doesn’t smell funky, it’s good to go, right?)
- Vienna sausages, cut diagonally—because, obviously, he’s fancy
- Boxed apple juice (we pretend it’s healthy)
- Banana (a little bruised, but hey, that’s extra flavor)

I seal up the box, feeling like the proudest dad on the block. My kid’s gonna open this thing and think, “Wow. Dad’s a legend.”

Yeah, keep dreaming.

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 That Look, Though

So after school, I’m pumped. Time for my lunchbox victory lap. But I open it and… everything’s still there. Like, untouched. Not even a suspicious nibble.

I look at my son, and he just shrugs, totally unbothered.

> “I told you I don’t like rice with sausage. I like sandwiches. Like my friends.

Oof. That one hit harder than my morning coffee. My “Dad of the Year” trophy? Instantly imaginary.

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 It Was Never About the Sandwich

Let’s be honest: it’s not about the sandwich. It’s about being the kind of dad he actually needs.

Between hustling for cash online, making goofy TikToks, chasing affiliate links, and pretending I understand AI, I totally missed the memo on what my son really wanted. Apparently, I’m supposed to be a lunch whisperer now, too.

None of my online “success” mattered in that kitchen. My boy just wanted a lunch that made him feel seen, like he belonged. And, yeah, I missed that. Big time.

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Fatherhood: Not a One-Click Upgrade

Here’s the secret those “get rich before 30” gurus won’t tell you: sometimes, the best thing you can give your kid is just being there. Not some passive income stream or viral meme.

I was so busy ticking boxes and hustling for the future, I forgot to check in with the present. To him, that lunchbox wasn’t just food—it was proof I’d been thinking about him.

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 The Comeback

So, the next day? I went classic: sandwich, peanut butter, basic bread. No wild experiments, no bananas in sight.

He comes home, lunchbox empty, grinning.
 

 “That was perfect. Thanks, Papa.

Look, I’ve never made a cent online that felt as good as that.

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Stuff That Actually Matters

- Hustle hard, but don’t forget who you’re hustling for.
- Kids? Brutally honest. Get ready for it.
- Chasing dreams is cool, but remember to ask, “What makes you feel loved?”
- Not all rewards are cash. Sometimes it’s a happy kid and a sticky juice box.

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 Next Week:

Tried out AI for Forex trading. Spoiler alert: The bot almost broke me—and my sleep. That story’s coming up.

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