My time is too valuable. That happens when you have got too much quality. Did you check with my assistant?
I am Shrek, you gotta go through onion layers to get to me. It’s just business, go through my hourly rates. I’ve got other clients, make your reservations before I close the gates.
What can I say? I am highly coveted like Messi’s contract, that’s half a Bill. I’ve been going over everything like road kill.
The most talented. Appearing on every screen like it’s vented. Style so landlord like it’s rented. Demented, smashing all entry points like it’s molested.
My time is too valuable. Don’t waste my time. Let’s stick to the task at hand. Buy land, think long.
That’s how you get my attention. I don’t care about the hours bulletin. I dominate getting money like a bad sin. Next of kin, my boy, take notes.
Study the greats, choose your thoughts and create your destiny. Friends are overrated, get money and pussy and stay motivated. Family complicated, I still don’t give a shit like it’s constipated.
My time is too valuable. What do you have for me? What are your skills? What can you create? What have you done?
Show me your team. You know it’s all about the money like cream.
My time is too valuable. That’s happens when you have got too much quality.
Another Leo Messi moment, yes, of course, the best, steaming with the hottest lines like a train. Most gigs, more appearances, most consistent, most charisma, Sigma, Mr. Greatest in the world. No one is at my level, Leo Messi under Pep Guardiola.
Can you believe what Pep had at Barca? A young Messi who is eager to prove his worth, a young Iniesta who was dubbed a future Spanish great, the great Maestro Xavi Hernandes, African Great Yaya Toure, Africa’s top goalscorer of all time Samuel Eto’o, Mexican legend Rafael Marques, Sergio Busquets – his (Pep) successor, French World Cup winning forward, a man who has a statue in London, Arsenal – Thierry Henry, one of Africa’s greatest central defending midfielders Keita and my great captain Carles Puyol. Cancer survivor Eric Abidal came back to start in the Champions League final against Manchester United at Wembley, a game FC Barcelona won 3-1; The team captain Carles Puyol gave him the armband to lift the prestigious trophy, he was an inspiration to all. All Pep had to do was buy Dani Alves from Seville and Gerard Pique from Manchester United and win everything. He had La Masia too and it produced gold with Pedro Rodrigues, in 2010 he became the first player ever to score in all 6 tournaments Barca contested in, it was a clean sweep with every award and trophy going in the Catalan cabinet. It was magical and he had that special touch with the players, he could motivate them, they played at an exceptional level. Barcelona won all 6 trophies avaliable that year in Pep’s first year at the high level. 6 trophies is better than a treble. Pep was announced as the best manager in the world. His Barcelona team regarded as the best team ever to have kicked a ball. Messi was at the center of everything. Most goals, most assists, most records, most everything and that year he won the Ballon D’Or with the highest rate ever, it wasn’t even a debate – Messi is the best.
I was chilling with acquaintances and I rolled a joint. I thought it was a good joint, not great but just meh. But then I got feedback from the Universe and it was outstanding, greatest ever, yah, fuck yal niggas, what you gonna do nigga? I got guns, I am Sosa on Steriods, hyper like Cocaine; DMT, Psilocybin Mushrooms, LSD, Ayahuasca, substances that construct your perceptions and senses. Priming you towards destiny. Open your mind, shine the light on the dark corners of the subconscious, expand your horizon like landscape. It’s clear I have become a legend. Little steps son, let’s keep moving forward, let’s evolve and be like them but in moderation. A mirror stuns. That’s how we will make it. Choose how you conduct yourself. Be encouraged and never lose faith, you’ll make it through alright, this is just an illusion, a program pragrammed into the deep recess of your subconscious mind that is programmed by the unconscious, in order words D10s, Argentinas number 10, the greatest of all time, dominating everything as usual, the contract is half a Bill, and is crippling Barca, they lucky I didn’t charge them more. La Liga in trouble too. No one man should have all that power. But I am not doing this for the money. I just made the right decisions, the pandemic was never supposed to disadvange rich people. I’m set for life. what you gon do, I’m the rarest species around – one, Winning Ballon D’Ors is easy but stay off my lawn, I will fuck you up real good, Tsek! The greatest of all time, you can’t tell me nothing son. Most goals, most assists, most free-kick goals, most golden boots, most player of the year awards, most ballon do’rs, most hoes, whatever dog, don’t waste my time, no one is at my level. It was a good joint, everybody loved it. Thank you Universe for that beautiful moment, I keep winning, small steps produce great results, advance like Super Mario on Nintendo, to the next level, incremental progress leads to your goals and dreams, make the right choices and sacrifice the right pawns, use the flanks, they exploit your opponents weaknesses and finesse with conviction. Take precautions where necessary, let’s have courtesy and be professional, let’s not waste each other’s time. “How much for your Soul Anna?”. Tell me what’s your price. This is another great post, brought to you by the Leo Messi of content.
Remember you are going to die. It’s inescapable. 500 Billion people died before you and you are next. We can make claims about the afterlife, heaven, reincarnation and 7 virgins but we don’t have proof. It’s all speculations like a day-trader. None of the people who died ever came back, including Jesus. We do know one thing though, that when you dead you stop existing, you become nothing. So how did you die? Did you live out your dreams or did you let the world change you and became bitter in the process? Who do you blame for your failures and own insufficiencies? Did you make the best out of the time you were given? Were you present and grateful in every moment? Were you aware of the magnificence of life? Were you loved? Would someone hide you if you were in trouble? Were you a blessing in somebody’s life? Did you leave your mark? Is the world slightly better because you existed? Did you treat people well? Were people and even animals happy to see you? Did you love enough? Memento Mori my friend, you are going to die. Be present and do all that you can while you can smell the flowers.
The Universe has been telling me to change my ways but I’ve been too steady and complacent. It’s my fault, I deserve the robbery. It was a typical Friday and I had on my SpongeBob shirt, my awesome silver Cassio watch, my neck beeds and my classic “Champion” jacket. In my pocket I had my keys and my Mint cellphone. It was a signature great day. I went to my friend’s which is a 18-24 minutes walk and we had a great time. At around 1 o’clock in the morning, I decided that I want to go home, I was tired. So I walked back home. I know it’s irresponsible to walk home so late especially in Alex, Gomora but I’ve been doing this for years. Plus I don’t think I would be robbed, hurt or killed. You see the most important thing is the walk, it is your posture, your steps, you have to project a confident aura and no one will fuck with you. Your shoulders must be broad and open, make that alpha walk an inherent part of you. Look like you might do shit! That’s what I learned and it has served me well thus far. Plus, I have Inside knowledge, I chill with niggas who rob and steal at the corners. The insight I’ve gained is that niggas are hungry, I can relate, they don’t want trouble, in fact they are good guys, they don’t want to hurt anybody, they just want your possessions so they can flip them. It’s that simple, they are professionals conducting a transaction, I can appreciate that, I understand. It is Darwins survival of the fittest, they don’t have much options, go for the weakest prey. I made myself a target. No one is born with hate in their hearts, the truth is that we all need to do what we can to make it through. This is true for everyone in the world and so everybody can relate. Besides if you are dumb enough to walk alone in the AMs of the morning, you probably deserve it. You are passive and comfortable. You think life is a given, the Universe needs to shake you up. That’s what happened to me.
For the record, I don’t think I’m passive and comfortable, I just feel that there’s nothing that I can’t do. I live life with no fear. I feel that there’s nothing I can’t handle and I do what I want. Besides niggas bleed just like you so I am not scared of anybody. If you are going to win, win because you have a better hand. They had a better hand. I was walking alone in the dark, the place was quiet as a graveyard. If you had dropped a pin the sound would be audible. My strides were long and fast paced. Then out of nowhere 3 guys appeared in front on me. One guy approached me and cocked his gun. The sound was cold and metallic. “cling-cling”. It was death appearing like a bad dream and I was lucid. I stopped but I was unfazed. I was trapped. I was under their control. I was calm, everything was just surreal. I knew what they wanted. I understood their mentality. I decided to cooperate and give them what they wanted, it wasn’t like I had a choice. The guy with the gun was like: “we got you now, you didn’t think this day was coming didn’t you, welcome to hell” but in vernacular. Another guy came up to me and started searching me to the third guys demands. I was still cool, undeterred, not bothered, I accepted the situation for what it was. To be honest, I knew that this day had to come sometime. I was relaxed, they got nothing of me in terms of emotions, I was blank as a canvas. They instructed me to keep walking forward while they searched me and so I did for a while. They took my phone, my keys and my watch and so I stopped walking. As if to signal, enough guys you have everything, now can I go back to my life? I was still in control, they can’t deny me of my will. As I stopped, they stopped, that’s when I realized my power and saw weakness on theirs. They were accident murderers, you know, shook one’s. I didn’t challenge them because they might hurt me to prove their dominance but I was superior. Niggas is reckless when they have power in their hands. One bad move or misplaced comment and ‘Bang Bang’. So relax. My control of the situation was subtle. Being passive and listening to their demands gave them the illusion of power. When I asserted myself, they didn’t know what to do because I had cooperated at first, plus they already had my phone, watch and keys so it wasn’t worth it. As I stopped walking and listening to their demands, they guy dictating the robbery said, “take that Champion jacket too.” I was shattered. They took it off me and all that mental superiority evaporated like steam. I felt helpless as a new born baby. After they took my jacket, I just left because I still had my pride. I didn’t let them dismiss me, I didn’t give them that power, they never had that power. All they had was a tool that helped facilitate the reposition process more effectively, that’s it. It was a professional encounter, they took my valuables, no one was hurt, the process was smooth and everybody was happy. I was happy too because I got to test myself in a high pressure situation and it didn’t get to me. It was like I was above the whole situation like Jesus when he walked on water. It was a stress test and I passed with flying colors. I was patient with them. I read the situation, their body language, their mannerisms and followed the cues. I learned that emotional intelligence is everything because we are all emotional creatures. Moreover for them because their lives are dictated by the amygdala, fear and survival makes up their reality. I learned that love triumphs fear. Have humility. Be soft, yield, be like water and move with the waves, anything other than that is counterproductive. Be present to people’s emotions and mannerisms so you can at least have a chance to guide the ship. I don’t blame them because they are my brothers and I love them, I understand. Life is difficult and on that day I was the sucker who made their excursion worth it. Overall it was a successful robbery like the last scene of “Pulp Fiction” and I am Samuel L. Jackson.
It helps being minimalist because the things they took are not worth much in terms of monetary value but sentimentally they meant everything to me. I transferred a lot of emotions to my watch, jacket and cellphone. Kalushi gave me that Cassio watch with a lot of love. It represents friendship and our pure entrepreneurial drive when we started our farm with big plans and dreams in mind. He is a good friend and I feel they took his spirit away from me. My cellphone was 6 years old, KG, a legend, one of the best people I know recommended that I buy that cellphone back in 2015. It was such a deal! A steal really. It cost R100 and it had Bluetooth, radio, internet, mp3 and had a 4gb memory card. Back then a 4gb memory card alone cost R80! But for R100 I got a phone with all those features and a memory card. It makes sense that Kg was the one who spotted that deal because his a legend and that deal was so legendary. It feels like they took the wisdom of Kg away from me. And my “Champion” jacket was bought in the 1990’s in London. It belonged to my father. It was vintage and so cool, I loved it, it was my favorite jacket, it somehow toppled my leather jacket. They took a gift that was hereditary, something with value and substance. I am gutted but that’s life for you and as you grow up things get taken away from you. This forsters growth and the opportunity to evolve because change is the only permanent thing. I am grateful for the experience, I know it’s all God’s plan. This is to make me better. I am happy it happened because now I get to reflect and concoct a way forward. There’s a beauty in seeing life as a blessing, a gift.
I do what I want, when I want, on my own terms. If it don’t feel right, I don’t do it, that’s it.
I was never born to take orders, forget it. I roll my own dice and I always win, I never take chances.
Not affected by outside commentary. You think a Lion contends himself with the opinions of Zebras. Nah, they just prey and I’ve got too much pride.
Creativity off the charts. Charisma on steroids that I always fail a test. You can’t test me, I am the examiner who flips the script on you. Check the memo, I am the most consistent, most talented and most likely to be a Billionaire.
I am Ray Charles to all my haters, try stimulating my other senses, that’s if you can get close to me. I am so high on the agenda that you are not a topic. insignificant, a Roch I just step on, not worth my energy, I am the gatekeeper and your 15 minutes are up.
I am inevitable like Thanos, that’s it. I am impenetrable like a vest, that’s it. I repel bad energy like deodorant, that’s it. Nothing can stop me, that’s it. I am the greatest, that’s it.
I have R100 and it has to serve me for the whole month. I need to be intelligent and allocate the capital in avenues that will deliver consistent payoffs. I need to stretch time and survive by the day. That’s the most in important thing, survival. Here’s my plan; buy brown bread from Shoprite, it costs R5 and then divide the bread for 3 days. White bread is expensive, it costs R9. Then buy “Crack a snack” 50 pack, it costs R30. Water is free, so that’s great. What I have left over is R65. My nigga Thato Katane, (great guy with enthusiasm and gratitude) showed me a couple of places where I can buy chips for R5. Imagine that R5! So cost effective, so economical. So practical and effective for when you are in survival mode. Salute mpinch ya ka, I love you and respect you, genuinely, thank you for all that you have taught me, I have internalized everything in my subconscious mind and some lessons form part of my persona; you’re my brother forever. You are the realest person I know and I appreciate you. When you first heard my music, you marveled and said I was talented, you were the first to see it, you made me feel good. Thank you. God bless you, may he grant you your hearts desires. But I digress. The product is great too. One place in particular, 6th Avenue, Johnbrant. I feel a bit guilty buying there because the chef adds so much value to those potatoes. He adds his time and expertise. Man, I hope the shop is profitable, the service and product helps so many people. God bless the shops that are serving people in that capacity, you guys are God sent. Anyways, I’ll buy a packet of chips every two weeks on a Tuesday – that’s R10. My Tuesdays are usually busy and so I have to be on my game. Every two weeks on Tuesdays will be my days when I ball out and spoil myself. This is good for morale; you cannot understate or underestimate the importance of morale, it is everything. That will leave me with R50. I bought a packet of chips this week when I bought bread and “Crack a snacks”. With R50 I can buy 10 loaves of bread during the course of the month. And because I only buy a loaf every three days, I have a good chance to make it through the month. That’s so positive. That’s great. Thank you God for keeping me going. Thank you Universe for this moment, this opportunity to grow and be better. We push, we stretch, we fight harder, in the end we will make it. Freedom is a state of being. We live life without any fears, we can take on anything. Our strength and confidence comes from within and so we are able to navigate this world effortlessly and conquer. We bend and distort reality to our liking. We never compromise on our values. We are consistent. Our victory is a mathematical certainty.
He said I still don’t know what I want to do with my life and it scares me. The expectations of everyone are putting me in the deep end and I don’t know how to swim. And so I am drowning, overwhelmed by everyone’s ideas of my life. I am reminded of the illusion of time and how I am not getting any younger. My peers are already settled but what does that mean? Because all I see is slow death that creeps on you like tobacco. The life of my peers is the cancer that grows and spreads exponentially. They have stopped living and are on a gradual decline to death. My peers are living quiet lives of desperation. Characterized by doing the same things everyday. Life has become a chore and growth is something that has eluded them. Nihilism creeps in on a daily and they often ask themselves, is this really worth it? Why don’t I just end it now? Isn’t it mercy? This can’t be life, there’s gotta be more!
I am tired of doing the same things everyday. My life is repetitive and I feel I am trapped in a loop. The sex is not all that great and I think my wife is having second thoughts. I am trapped in debts and the mortgage payments aren’t helping. I am slave, prostituting myself for the money and I am not enjoying it anymore. Everything is an obligation and lately I can’t bare to look at myself in the mirror. I don’t know who I am. I lost all my passions. My possessions have become my owners and I live in complete misery. I don’t know what happiness is anymore. Everyone in my life is fake and I have lost real connections. Everyone seeks to use me as a resource. I suffer from depression and most nights I can’t sleep. My life has become a Pavlovian experiment and the trauma is making me suggestible to all the injustices of life. Forced to love my servitude. My life is a propaganda campaign orchestrated by Nazis. The only thing that’s good in my life are my children. They are the glue that holds everything together, they bring relevance to my marriage. But I am happy, at least in society’s books that are massed produced for everyone. I am successful.
How can I look forward to that mode of existence, he reflected.
My advice is just don’t chase women my nigga. That’s the way it’s set-up. You won’t get far my nigga. She expects that, she has hundreds of other low-value men chasing after her. Refrain from being another option. Change the game, you are the one that’s in limited supply like Bitcoin. You are the new Gold. Switch your focus and elevate your perspective. Make yourself valuable, build yourself, be patient. Get your money, in the end they’ll come to you in a herd. To quote a great man, “Success brings bitches and they bad as fuck, ass fat as fuck”. This is not Forex or Betway, pure speculation, it is science. Be the prize. Let her chase you, this is better for everyone. It will feel like an achievement when she finally gets you. Then you win because she’s invested like the miracle of Omaha. Never be afraid of rejection, make the first move. Don’t advance with the intent of getting her to bed, instead make it light. Talk about anything, build relations but don’t persist. Probe. Advance taking small bites. Practice being a man of indirection, that’s the secret code. Be a man of high value. Don’t just settle for anything. There’s plenty of good fish in the ocean. Have standards. Qualify her and cast her aside if she doesn’t meet the desired requirements. Cultivate an air of mystery, leave the inbox, don’t be typical my nigga. This is timeless advice my nigga, I got you. Do this, it works with no exception.
antakalipa 