He’s pussy whipped, the claws of her vagina reeled him in like a fisherman and now he’s dangling on a string gasping for air, castrated and flat lacking a pair. He’s pussy whipped, a woman pleaser, always on her side but never gets to please her. Yet the woman is a rental and every man gets to lease her. He’s pussy whipped, on his knees begging for the cookie. Buying the whole shop but he ain’t never sample the pussy. She be controlling him like Lucy, using all her mental capacity to keep him in the deep sea, like we look good in this picture boo, see. He’s pussy whipped, respect and dignity evaporated like steam. She’s his biggest achievement, he’s retired, he never gets the cream. It’s a nightmare, it’s hard not to scream. Gave up his life and forgot about his dreams. He’s pussy whipped, worse is that she don’t respect him. Pitched me her pussy to make him the fool. Tore that shit apart cause I am so cool. Licked the plate clean and got rid of the drool. He’s pussy whipped, emasculated and mute. Has his clothes picked out, he’s a baby his cute. Never astute, follows the skirt like he doesn’t have a choice. Docile and obedient cause he doesn’t have a voice. He’s pussy whipped, without the pussy, he’s a simp! My nigga, get money, get pussy be a Pimp!
In our modern world the word power seems to make people uncomfortable, it has negative connotations of greed, evil and corruption. It is undesirable and dirty and no one seems to want to admit to the world that they want power. We like to convince people and ourselves that we are saintly and good individuals who care for the well-being of others. We imagine that we are pure and we would never hurt or kill another person in cold blood, that it is always the other person who is the aggressor and not us. We deceive ourselves and repress this urge for power relegating it into the shadows. The truth is that everybody wants power. The world is one big power struggle, the clash of egos combating to be the alpha. Dominance, it keeps our blood boiling and we hunger for it like a starved prisoner. Standing over your body makes me feel good. I yearn to make you submit to my will and my point of view. Power is everything, it is control and persuasion. It sucks to not be able to persuade anybody, it makes you feel weak and not in control of the situation. You feel like a bystander, a passenger moving along with the wind blowing you away in every direction. It makes you feel like a victim of life. Power puts you in control, you become a creator, a God. A God, that’s what everybody secretly yearns to be. To have undisputed power and influence over everything and everyone. In pursuit of this untold power, life creates a Hitler and a Stalin. Because If God is a fabrication of the mind created to derive meaning in an absurd world then maybe I can fill that gap, I can be God and control peoples perception of reality. He won’t intervene because his not real, I am God now and I will prove it by starting Wars and conquering other nations. All is power and that’s the motivation for serial killers, to kill, plain and simple. Jeffery Dahmer murdered people for the power it gave him, it gave him a rush, it was intoxicating, he felt powerful knowing he separated your spirit from your body. He kept souvenirs, his victims skulls, skeletons and took pictures of the severed body parts to remind himself of the power he had over you. It was the same with Charles Manson, he had the power of persuasion, he recruited young girls to his cult and convinced them to commit horrendous crimes. If I live in your mind, I can convince you to slit somebody’s throat from ear to ear and that’s what Manson had, permanent residence in these girls minds, they revered him, going so far as calling him Jesus. Power is possession, it is psychological, it is forceful, it is desirable. If I have power over you, I can do whatever I like. The denial of the desirability of power leads to slavery because the shadow has taken control of you, your undesirable impulses and urges needs an outlet and so you disregard my right to life as a human being to justify your repressions, so you humiliate me, break me down, vilify me to feed the beast that has taken control of you. You don’t even feel bad about it because you are a good church going Christian who believes in community and doing the right thing.
Power, you have to be aware of the laws to get to the pinnacle. The victims of Jeffery Dahmer had one thing in common – they took the free lunch. Maybe Dahmer was charming and charismatic, it would certainly explain how he lured them to his place, but if someone offers you a big paycheck for something menial then that’s a red flag because they are after your soul. That’s how Harvey Weinstein comes into the picture. “Suck my dick and you will get the part. Come on, every young actress sucked dick to get to the top”. You suck his dick and there’s no coming back, his got power over you. He lives in your head rent-free. Worse is that you need this, you a nobody and his a Billionaire who controls Hollywood. What you gonna do? It’s easy to despise the free lunch when you are not hungry. If you depend upon your own arms, you stay hungry for a while maybe for a long time but you have your power and it accumulates. Who knows, maybe in a couple of years you become a big player in the game. Power, you need to delay gratification to attain it. Sucking executives dicks will only make you a pawn. Elizabeth Holmes played the game of power beautifully. She was charismatic and magnetic. Used theatricalies and fed peoples need to believe. She modeled herself after her hero Steve Jobs by embodying his spirit. She wore the type of clothes Steve Jobs wore, copied his mannerisms and how he used to present his products to the world. Investors thought that she was the next Steve Jobs, they saw Steve Jobs reincarnated. They gave her millions for her company. They fell in love with her. She graced the covers of top magazines like Forbes and Fortune. She was labeled a genius and an innovator despite the fact that she hadn’t produced anything revolutionary. Everyone mistook appearances for reality. Her company Theranos was a hoax. She deceived everyone to get to the very top, meeting world leaders and presidents in the process.
Like on The Godfather, power like war is deception, never let anyone know what you are thinking and you hold all the cards. That’s where Santino Corleone got it wrong, by revealing what he thought he compromised the family, he showed Sollozzo that the Corleone family were not united in the decision to not operate in the narcotics business and Barzini took advantage. Power is double standards and smoke screens and Barzini played the game beautifully by keeping his hands clean and getting Sollozzo and Tattaglia to do the job for him while he sat on the sidelines and pulled the strings. Santinos mistake nearly cost the family everything, it was through the grace of God that Don Vito Corleone survived that hit. Power is getting people to play the cards that you deal. Power is cunning and deceitful. Power is concealing your intentions, like Heyman Roth pretending to be an alliance for Micheal Corloene while at the same time plotting his death. Power is crushing your enemy totally like when Michael Corloene assassinated the heads of the five criminal bosses all at once to cement his power at the helm. Power is power, it deserves its negative connotations.
Monsters lurk everywhere in the world and it’s hard to spot them. They have learned to camouflage themselves in the darkness, it engulfs and consumes them, blackening their souls turning them into shadows. Analytical Psychologist Carl Jung explains that human beings carry within themselves both elements of the good and bad, that we are both angels and demons, sick, demented, evil, dark, spoiled. Because we live in a world where we have to co-exist to survive, we surpress these undesirable qualities relegating them into the shadows. Unchecked the shadow can grow to consume our personality and rule our subconscious minds enabling us to act unconsciously. Our shadows can turn us into psychopaths who lack empathy and thrive on destruction. The shadow can enable the individual to be narcissistic, egoistic and maniacal. Shedding a light on our dark sides helps in controlling the shadow. Acknowledging you have a dark side keeps the shadow at bay. Life is a balance of both the good and bad, of the light and the darkness. We are both polar extremes of the same spectrum. You are a killer and a murderer, human nature says you are. You might find pleasure in murdering your brother in cold blood. Cain certainly did when he murdered his brother Able to spite God. The murder was premeditated, he felt no remorse, the action liberated him. I know I am bad, I am capable of savagery and genocide. I may even take pleasure in torturing and tormenting you to appease my dark side. Your suffering might even give me comfort. Am I another Jeffrey Dahmer? Would I drug you, strangle you to death, masterbate over your body, have sex with your unconscious body, dissect and sever your body parts, skin the flesh from your bones, cook and eat your body parts for dinner? The capacity for evil in a human being is unfathomable. Maybe I am not familiar with my own darkness. I don’t know what I might do to you in the right circumstances. The story of Jeffrey Dahmer haunts me because he did it time and time again. A serial killer with a death toll of 17. No one was safe, from boys aged 14 to adults aged 33. He butchered his victims, cut off their limbs, drilled holes in their skulls and injected hydrochloric acid, severed their heads and preserved them in the refrigerator, inserted the bones in the oven to burn them and then crushed them with his sledgehammer, he cut his victims into pieces and then boiled them, he cooked his victims and he ate them, he ate them! He used acid and other chemicals to burn the skin of his victims skulls to preserve them. He bleached the skulls and if they were too weak he pulverized them, some he kept and used when he was masterbating. He felt no remorse, it was a compulsion for him, he was conscious of his actions, he knew what he was doing, he wasn’t crazy or diagnosed with some sort of mental illness, he consciously experimented with his victims bodies in his own words to create zombies, he loved doing it, it was his vocation. I don’t want to believe that I am as wicked and evil as Dahmer but I know it’s possible. To deny this is to repress my own darkness and wickedness. To know I am capable of such darkness frightens me. I hope Jung and Freud have an answer for somebody like Dahmer. Maybe it is the ID out of control. Sigmund Freud explained that the ID is the seat of both the repressed material and the drives, to which had been added to the unconscious fantasies and unconscious feelings, notably guilt feelings. Expanding on this idea, Freud states that the mind is divided into 3; into what we call the ID, Ego and the Superego. The Superego is the watchful, judging, punishing agency in the individual. The ID is self-gratifying and amoral and the Ego is the middle ground of the two and strives to be moral. I don’t think Freud and Jung would understand an individual quite as complicated as Dahmer, to try and understand somebody like Dahmer is impossible. I mean he seduced and lured his victims to his place, drugged them, killed them, cut them and sat with the stench of their decomposing bodies. The smell was second nature to him. Sometimes psychology is not enough, perhaps this is a genetic thing, maybe his the exception in the family tree. When he was finally caught he didn’t resist, he was compliant and told the whole truth, every horrific detail, where he hid body parts, how many he had killed, the hearts, biceps, legs he ate, when the killing spree commenced – everything. He knew what he had done was evil and he asked for the death penalty that was not granted because it was banned in his State. He was accepting of who he was, he was not bothered, he was not haunted by ghosts and demons, he was not remorseful, he even had fans who corresponded with him in jail, fans who projected onto him their undesirable feelings, desires and fantasies and he reciprocated back that energy. Jeffrey Dahmer is your definitive example of a monster, he scares me. Maybe I am just scared of myself.
Are you telling me I am about to lose another Amy? God give me a break. Nah, this is uncalled for. This is unfair, I did everything you wanted. Why are you doing this to me? My goodness, I just can’t catch a break. I don’t accept this, nah I deserve more. I just can’t lose another Amy, they are limited and it’s not just that, he won’t enable her to fly and that what she deserves, the sky, the solar system, the milky-way, everything! I’ve lost so much, I have sacrificed so much. Currently, I can’t offer you much but the other guy can. He is strong and masculine and I am just chasing dreams. Money is slow and has been that way for a while, it’s the reason we are in this position. Success for me isn’t guaranteed, I am one of many. Why would you want to be an entrepreneur? Trust me, it’s an overrated experience and reality is not as glamorous. I believe I am the best but that’s not enough, a billion men have perished. I wish it didn’t have to be this way but I accept, after all my strategy is long-term. Maybe Amy isn’t the one, I dread that relevation because it means I have to start all over and I don’t have the energy to project and experience things anew. I doubt I have it me to fall in love again, theres a hand full of Amy’s and they are all taken. Time elapses and life difficult so I understand, I wish you all the best. What a pity, she had everything, the boobs, personality, the face, body, wit, the brains and just about everything! She was perfect but I accept, you are my sacrifice. At least you were mine for a while. I set you free, I wish nothing but the best for you. You deserve beautiful things.
I did love you Amy, I had plans. But life is difficult and never goes according to script. I had it all figured out but Mothernature doesn’t care all that much for my plans. Sometimes I think that I will never fall in love again. It’s difficult for me to fall in love, you were an exception and then I got another exception and now all my exceptions are gone. Deja Vu, it’s the past repeating itself. I am losing another Amy.
PS. When I was in high school, I wrote a poem for a concert that I was going to participate in. I thought the poem was good but I wanted feedback. My friends weren’t going to give me constructive feedback and so I asked Amy, she was in my class. I trusted her judgment, I thought she was amazing. When we were seniors in Primary school, she beat me in a speech competition. I was great but she was better. I gave her my poem and the next day she told me what she thought. As she was delivering her verdict I zoned out a bit and stared at her boobs but I recovered and heard everything she said, don’t judge me! True, I was thinking and picturing her naked but I was still listening! She wasn’t impressed with my poem. Her remarks was that there wasn’t feeling and emotion in my words. It was superficial and I did a lot of unnecessary rhyming. She said my words lacked empathy and compassion. She said she understands that it might be too hard for me considering I am a boy and she’s referencing things that come easy for her because she’s a girl. Then she gave me an example of what she was talking about with a poem about hands. It was so descriptive and emotive, her adjectives were powerful and rooted in reality, there was feeling and her words had empathy. Her poem felt real and personal. Her example caressed my spirit. I changed my poem and wrote another one. She changed my writing style and my artistic process. She made me realize that feminine traits are artistic in nature. I learned to caltivate these feminine traits like empathy, listening more, compassion and understanding throughout my young life and my work has gotten better. I am better. Also, I can attract the opposite sex with the greatest of ease, it’s not an ego thing, it’s just what it is. Trust me, I can take your girl if I wanted to. My reworked poem turned out great too, the crowd loved it, I loved it. I implemented her advice. She made me a better writer, I am still reaping the fruits of that interaction. I pray God gives me another Amy.
I am the one, fucking bitches, decimating pussy like a vaginal disease. I aim to please, going up against me will leave you exposed like a midget with no knees. You coming up short and you will never reach. My verse just blessed you and you didn’t have to sneeze. Flow fresh like Spring and the punchlines a breeze. Swag cold like heat and sure to make you freeze. You all talk like a girl on Tinder whose just a tease. Kicking down the door cause I don’t need the keys. Puffing out smoke cause I got the weed. Implanting words in your mind like a seed, to make you strong and grounded like a tree. My style buzzing like a bee, while you lactose intolerant and you never get the cream. I am living out my dream, making money, fucking honeys on a stream. One mention of me and niggas scream, cause I bring the horror like you wouldn’t believe. I am the one while niggas phony as a weave. Unavailable to all my haters like a leave. A crown on my head like a king, high notes when I am hitting it from the back, she can sing. At the highest on the podium cause all I do is win. All of you are secondary like the next of kin. I am the one, tempting nuns with a sin. Baptising the game with miracle water from my basin.
The plan has always been long-term. You can have that bitch, she’s all yours and expedient, no long-term prospects like a deviant. I never minded missing a couple of parties, I was lenient, I don’t wanna be cool, I just am and you can believe that. I am the guy who goes on social media to diss social media. Cause what you gonna do? A lot of yall are like insurance brokers, you claim too much. We see the unhappiness in your eyes in all your pictures. Masquerading in falsehoods thinking it will affect your futures. Handling this post solo, I don’t need features. Your self-importance is a fairy-tale no one believes. No one really cares, it might be hard to conceive. You can take your fluke win, my insistence is on the league cause consistence is the key. I only play for the long haul and not just the long ball. I play to win forever and that’s just my call. The plan has always been long-term. I never lost sleep over what glimmers because I’ve always known I am a star. On top like the emperor of the Tsar. Constantly shinning and raising the bar. I am serving millions of people around the world like I said I would. I am international like I said I’d be. My words are helping people see. My presence unlocks all doors like a key. I am only going to get better and better. My influence is growing and my voice moves matter. They didn’t understand because their focus was fixed on the fleeting present that dissappears like an illusion. Instant gratification, a failed conclusion. They labeled me a loser and a failure cause I was broke chasing a dream. Cash rules everything around me, I am getting the cream. Blind to the vision because their lense was shortsighted and narrow. Nowadays, my words pierce the skin like an arrow. Time is the great neutralizer, my past efforts are bearing fruit and my dreams are finally coming true.
I am stronger, I am faster, I am smarter, I am the one. Ask your girl who can’t keep her hands off me because the charisma is fuming like carbon monoxide, gaseous killing them slowly with a smile. I am outside, danger when me and your girl lock eyes, cause I’ll take her and she’ll feed you lies. This was always the plan, patience and increasing worth like land. Your man is so bland, it’s so sad, so I kicked him out cause I am the leader of this band. Beyonce longevity, changing positions to sustain the activity, you were too impulsive like a kid with a tooth cavity. Finally a dick big enough to fuck up the world, no missionary, that’s boring, just a cautionary, on all fours so the bitch remains stationary. The plan has always been long-term, life-bearing and conclusive like sperm, vintage and timeless like a perm.
I am everything you say I am. Yes, I am narcissistic, egoistic, out of sync, grandiose, envious and irrational. I am a worldwide phenomena and not just national. Now that class is in session, I’ll make this educational. Don’t be emotional, I’ll hand out gold stars for pointing out the obvious. Like you left her unattended, what did you expect, she’s leaving with us. Godlike style, best vibe, best charisma and a sparkling section, take it easy, relax, she’s coming with us. Ever since that heel turn, the earth be plowing. Fresh produce delivered on a daily, with energy renewable, its all wind. Blowing away my competition like Team Rocket blasting out of space, my thunderbolts is Ashy and will shock you to win the race cause my Pikachu ain’t yellow, a couple of volts will solve the the case. Ever since the heel turn, you pay me, acknowledge me or get out off my face. The dough be raising so it’s time to eat cake. If you think you can come after me then you need two feet on the brake. Cause I’m a rake, two fingers in your eyes to avoid the wake. And a further low blow when the ref is in disposed to higher the stakes. Why play fair when the objective is to win? Why stay a virgin when the object is to sin? I said it before and I say it now, I am the greatest of all time. This is communications from the future, telling you to bet your last dime, on the great man antakalipa, my returns are better than crime. Headshot repercussions when I zone in you and make my move, servwe your ambitions and stay in your lane, observe. Ever since that heel turn, anything can happen like let’s do it or suck my dick and if you feeling froggy then leap, Kermit! I never commit, a counterattacking strategy works best for vermin who come up short like midgets, I set the bar so high, that my shadow don’t touch the surface, I set the limits. The clouds, the base, your stuff, contained in a case, you’re so vain, coming up to me is a recipe for pain, crush you up completely and use you as bait, catch another sucker, just to perpetuate the chain.
My first day in a new school Grade 7 Edleen Primary, I met this other kid who was also new. His name Mondli, we seemed to get along quite good. We were paired in the same class and we formed a friendship. Mondli was a great guy, genuine guy, he was into hip-hop and he could Krump! That was so HUGE back then! Although new, his Krumping made him popular in the school. Plus he was from Tembisa so he was relatively known. No one fucked with Mondli because he won’t hesitate to fuck you up! Trust me, he wasn’t no bitch. He was a new kid but only on paper, everybody knew who he was. My ties were all new. I was in uncharted territory, one could even say a foreigner. Me and Mondli became good friends. I liked him, he was always so good to me and he was talented. He was my link to how the kids in a new territory operated. I learned early on that I shouldn’t be timid or these new kids would take advantage of me. People needed to know that I wasn’t no pussy and that I could hold my own. So early in the first term, I fucked up some kid named Kleinboy who tested my frame. It wasn’t my intention to beat up the kid but he initiated everything and worse there were eyes looking. If I back down, I am doomed forever! I had to get my hands dirty. I fucked him up, perfect. You see he didn’t know I had ties in Gomora and I could fight, he thought I was some cheeseboy – big mistake Kleinboy. Poor kid, after I fucked him up he was sent to the principal’s office for initiating the fight. My stock grew after that fight and no one fucked with me again. I was worthy of chilling with Mondli.
Mondli being a cool kid and all contemplated of purchasing a new bag in the second-term. He wanted a Kerimore. Truthfully speaking, I don’t even know the bag hence my spelling is so off. He told me the bag cost R1200, I was appalled. However he was deadly serious. On the day he was supposed to purchase the bag, he couldn’t find it so he settled and bought a “Red Mountain” bag. I didn’t know what it was but it was a cool bag. I didn’t care much about bags but that “Red Mountain” bag was awesome – period! He was one of the few people in school at the time who had a “Red Mountain” and his peers were envious. Still, he expressed his disappointment to me for not getting the Kerimore bag, I still didn’t know what a Kerimore was. Then one day, we saw a kid from Sir Pierre High School with a Kerimore bag and he pointed it to me. I was confused. It looked like his “Red Mountain” bag exactly! I am not even exegerating – they looked the same! The only difference was the branding. That interaction seemed to only compound Mondli’s disappointment. So after two weeks of purchasing that “Red Mountain” bag, he decided he wanted another bag. He told me that he saw this cool “Nike” bag that cost R900 and that he would buy it. I thought he was kidding but the next week he bought it. That’s not all, he gave me his “Red Mountain” bag! It was basically new! He had only used that “Red Mountain” bag for 2-3 weeks! I couldn’t believe it, I was grateful and I thanked him. Before the “Red Mountain” bag, I had this huge bag that had wheels – yes, unfortunately I was that kid. But now I had a “Red Mountain” bag. In just one move, Mondli elevated my status to a cool kid. I will always love Mondli for that! That guy’s love for me was genuine. I used that “Red Mountain” bag until the 9th grade in high school. True, I used it sparingly in High school but it lasted that long – for 3 years! Mondli and I attended the same High School, I still had my “Red Mountain” bag while his Nike bag was a dinosaur. In fact he couldn’t even remember it anymore.
Mondli’s last contribution in my life was Senzile. In the 8th grade, he saw her and lost his mind! His the guy I am talking about on the “Senzile” post. Now do you understand Senzile’s significance in my life? Senzile is linked to Mondli Tshabalala and hence she will forever be perfect. Mondli Tshabalala was the best! Thank you God, Universe for that wonderful interaction. I am eternally grateful.
Modesty aside, I am the greatest of all time. Killing everything on site like a crime. Quieting haters with my skills like a mime. Dominating the poetry game with a rhyme. Cause I grind, sparks in air cause I fly, high like a satellite, observing you peasants like NASA, invading and spreading in your system like a cancer, the energy you be emitting be denser, I am the sun that lights up your universe, I here to bless ya. Modesty aside, there has never been somebody as good me, a genius with words and a stinger like a bee. Causing wounds that linger as if deep like the sea. My baseline is steep, two jumps in the air like Kratos and you still wouldn’t get the brief. There’s only one God of War and that’s me. Modesty aside, no one is on my level. Operating on different perspectives like a bevel. I am above like heaven stomping down on the devil. You wouldn’t be on my level even if you had tilts, blind to your endeavors cause I have tints, big and bouncy my girls tits, a showdown with me and you’d have to quit. Jealous down, I wear the crown, forget your measly town, my influence clothes the whole Atlas like a gown, your efforts to challenge me make me laugh like a clown. Modesty aside, I am invincible, a Content God, I am the greatest of all time.
I would like to take the opportunity to thank you for granting me an audience. My name is Thabiso Shingwenyana and I am writing regarding a possible collaboration.
I believe some background information is in order. I am a content God. In 2021, I served as one of the leads in the Wisdoms chats show that aired every weekday on Facebook live and YouTube. It was a long-format show that ran for 30-40 minutes and we explored subjects such as Business, entrepreneurship, psychology, culture, positivity, philosophy and life. I have contributed to more than a 100 episodes.
I have released countless content on my Facebook in the form of essays and poetry highlighting my work. I am generally acknowledged as the best writer in the world and a storytelling God. In 2018, I completed work on my screenplay “Wet Dreams” – future box office success and recipients of multiple awards. I also released two EPs (music projects) to much acclaim on social media. Both EP’s were downloaded over a 100 times. Without ANY marketing and promotion on my side, the two EP’s have been played more than 200 times on SoundCloud. Fair, it is not 20 million streams but it’s 200 streams I got from out of NOWHERE! I didn’t share a link with anyone, it’s pure organic streams! I also run a blog and we release great content everyday.
Motivation I am an open-minded creative who has produced a Screenplay and two self-published books in addition to my two EP’s and 100 episodes on Wisdoms chat. I am an entrepreneur whose goal is to shake up the world. I am so passionate about content and the act of creating beautiful and amazing things. Every thought is creative, I want to change the world! To create something that matters for millions of people around the world. My aim is to always be better and better. There is nothing I can’t do. I believe I am the best in the world. With assistance, expertise and the proper management I will create amazing things and change the world. That’s where you come in, I believe we can find common ground to collaborate effectively with each other. I want to learn and produce great content with the intent of being the best that I can be. I know I will be of great value to you.
antakalipa 