Month: February 2023

GANGSTER

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GANGSTER

We all try. I think that human beings are inherently good but our circumstances and environment dictate our destiny. How can I be like the picture perfect people on my screens when I am primed to be incarcerated. Surrounded by drugs, violence, guns, death and sex. I am hungry, I want to get to the top and there’s no telling what I might do to get there, pushing you under the bus is a small price to pay for the rest of my life. If you stand in between me and my meal ticket, I won’t hesitate smashing you with a bat behind your head leading to your eye popping out the socket onto the floor. I like gangster shit, that’s how you get things done. If they won’t give me what I want then I’ll take it by force with the help of Mr. 9 mm and if you want war, his cousin AK-47 is keeping watch and ready to unload a hail of bullets on your unconscious, lifeless body. There’s an attraction to being a gangster, who wouldn’t want the autonomy of doing what they wanted, to be feared, respected and idolized. Cause gangsters can do anything they want, they can fuck any girl they want, they have all the money, the get preferential treatment, they drive the latest cars, they kill at will and government officials are in their pockets. Gangsters just don’t give a fuck, honorable mention ‘Crazy’ Joe Gallo, he did anything he wanted like kidnapping his bosses without the threat of any repercussions, he just didn’t give a shit, he lived on the darkside, it engulfed his actions, he loved the chaos, he loved being a gangster! Stealing from you is my pleasure and if you make trouble for me I’ll beat you up so bad you’ll start feeding from a straw, that’s if I don’t kill you and your whole offspring. Also, you need to start paying me for protection or your business is going under. I am not interested in the soldiers on the ground, they are disposable and will rat on you to get immunity, I am more interested in high ranking officials of Cosa Nostra like Michael Corloene or having my own Capo like Anthony Soprano. They have a code of ethics and values they live by and they won’t hesitate to splatter your brains like tomato juice if you cross the line. Fredo was a stupid and careless Underboss who compromised the future of the family and had to die, he broke a simple code, a simple law known Universally, “the boss is the boss, never outshine the master”.

Everyone rats, police can flip anyone with the promise of immunity and witness protection programs, we saw this on Goodfellas with Henry Hill ratting on all his friends. The look on Jimmy Conway’s face when Henry pointed at him from the stand was one of betrayal but he knows the game, survival triumphs everything. Would you rather serve a 100 years in prison instead? The Godfather and The Sopranos was no different, it seems that the only people who can’t rat on you are the dead ones. The decision to fly in Frank Pentangeli’s brother for the deposition was a masterstroke from Michael Corloene and once again, he saved the family. Pentangeli nearly fucked things for the Corleone family as multiple counts of perjury faced Michael. And despite being Tony’s best friend for a lifetime, Pussy took a deal and conspired to bring Tony Soprano down. He wore wires, leaked information to the authorities and compromised the whole organization. Luckily Tony got to the bottom of it and along with the crew ended Pussy’s life with a hail of bullets. Your best friend of many decades, your family, they will rat on you if it serves their best interests! Being a gangster is all about self-preservation. To be in the game is to understand the stakes, death is on the corner and can happen anytime. You won’t see it too, if you are in a crew nobody’s going to tell you that you are going to get whacked, it just happens. In a world of deceit and ruthlessness paranoia triumphs and it’s easier to take everyone out like on Casino, cause a dead witness can’t say anything. Strictly business, nothing personal. I could be a gangster cause morality doesn’t matter in a Universe were everything ultimately perishes. At least now I benefit, I get the the drugs, fuck bitches, wear quality clothes, drive expensive cars and live in Mansions as big as Tony Montanas. I could paint houses for Russell Buffalino and Jimmy Hoffa following instructions to the smallest detail. I could be a gangster, I am not a 9 to 5 guy, the money is too slow and the hours too long. I rather pull the trigger to end your life in a second and make a fortune. I could be a gangster because life is already a game of self-preservation and power struggles, why not play on a professional level? I could be a gangster cause I was born in the hood, I know what happens in the hood, I understand people and what motivates them and I can dominate the hood. I could be a gangster, maybe not a Mob boss or the head of my own Capo but I’ll be the best damn soldier on the ground. I could be a gangster cause Machiavelli taught me its better to be feared than loved and I think his right. I could be a gangster, I am reasonable, ambitious and a strategist like Vito Corleone, I have it in me to build an empire from the ground up. Killing in cold blood? That’s a small prize to pay for greatness, a war needs casualties and I’d be prepared to make that sacrifice. After all, everybody dies and the deaths would be justified, I am an honorable and fair man. Threats, intimidation and extortion I could be a gangster, my objective is power and the fear from your eyes gives me a rush. I could be a gangster cause they don’t want to give me what’s due to me so I’ll take it! I could be a gangster, cause we all try.

“Wait! Don’t shoot Gangster! I am you and you are me”.

Porn Star III: 9 to 5

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Porn Star III: 9 to 5

I love sex, I worship sex. It’s how I make my living, ass up face down, I am a sexual athlete. People outside of porn talk a lot about degradation but it’s all relative. Pornography is sexual creativity, it’s dirty, taboo and appeals to your wildest erotic fantasies. Porn is not the same as making love to your girl, like “don’t kiss me, just fuck me and cum on my damn face”. Still I understand with all the spitting, strangling, punching and fisting. No one cares if it hurts or if that big dick tears up your asshole. Sometimes it gets dark and difficult thats why you need to know why you are doing this. You might get booked for an anal scene with 3 guys despite the fact that you don’t do anal. The money is good and you need to get your career off the ground, so you clean your ass and prepare yourself for your first anal experience. A lot of pornstars go into the business with the objective of being famous, that it can somehow be a backdoor to Hollywood but it never works out like that. Meryl Streep never took two dicks in her ass on camera but you can get famous and have the adoration of the world. Only if you do your job and be professional. Being on time and being professional will get you far in this industry. This is because bookings are not reliable, so when you take the initiative and come early for your scheduled bookings you are seen and acknowledged and that leads to more jobs. The girls who are after fame never last in this business. It’s the girls who lead normal lives outside porn who do, they never associate with other porn people, they simply do their jobs, clock out, get paid and return home to their families. I know of famous pornstars who can’t pay their rent. The lifespan of a pornstar is brief, one day you wake up and the industry decides that you are overshot, a dinosaur, a fossil and so you need to be wise and save money. You need to know why you are doing this. Is it for the money, the fame or are you addicted to sex? There’s also the case of younger and tighter pussy taking you out the game. Doing 5 guys has its repercussions, especially if it’s black guys. Despite the negative press, we are entertainment, this is show business and porn is mainstream bigger than the music industry. Granted no one will admit to consuming porn but everyone does and we do all this for you – the fans. We do this to entertain you and I can’t lie for the money, I make more money than a brain surgeon. When I was a dancer I didn’t make much money because I didn’t fuck my clients. I learned the hard way that you need to suck dick to get to the top. You might as well do it with a professional who knows what they are doing and who has been screened and declared healthy by a doctor. Porn made things better as I don’t have to worry about STD’s and HIV. Sure porn is fantasy but the diseases are not. I am happy even though I don’t have friends and family. Besides, I am always working and I have pet dog who loves me to death and keeps me company. I have a lot of fans. I am happy. I lost my virginity when I was 13 and by 18, I had already had sex with 98 people. One might say I was primed to be a pornstar from a young age. I love what I do and the attention it grants me, I feel validated and seen. People outside of porn are more perverse and dirty than the people inside the industry because they consume and demand the product. All the anal scenes, weird hedonistic and pervasive fetishes all shot to quench your thirst and bring fantasy to your ritualistic insipid lives. The more crazy and outlandish, the better. Doing anal will get you the best gigs with the biggest studios who have the best locations, best sets, best lighting and make-up. The big studios are more professional and they actually treat you like a human being. They show you care and love. I love shooting with them. I love what I do and I plan on doing it until my time sets down or when it stops being fun and exciting. Yes there are negatives working in this industry like crazed out, obsessive fans who lack proportion and can’t keep boundaries, a smelly vagina, exposure to sicknesses and diseases but the positives outweigh all the negatives. It’s just like any other job with its negatives and positives.

24 HOUR WHORE

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24 HOUR WHORE

I love money. It makes me happy, everything costs something and with money I can buy what I want. I can go shopping, I can spoil my loved ones, I can help out at home and I can buy food to survive. I am a fast money kinda girl and I prefer getting money on my own. I am young and I know how to make it, all I gotta do is watch out for the police. Why do I gotta hand my money to a pimp? Give a nigga a cut for all my hard work to support him and does he support me? Not a 100% cause he got more bitches. The emotions of other bitches, it’s stressful, there’s a lot of emotions and problems, it ain’t worth it, just headaches. You also can’t leave when you want to because the nigga own you and when you try to leave he’ll beat you to a pulp and take your your stuff leaving you in the numbing cold and where you gonna go? You don’t know anybody and you don’t have a place to go. Being with a Pimp, nah, it ain’t worth it. Although you still gotta know how to work a corner, it’s competitive and bitches are sometimes territorial, especially if you are pretty and young, you become a target but most of the time there’s a camaraderie and we stick together. I am happy doing this alone, I don’t need friends, I don’t trust anybody, I prefer to be myself and stick to getting this money. Any girl can do it, you don’t need special traits or a pleasing personality although the latter helps cause they all gullible. One time, a young white girl came up to me saying she hadn’t done this before, I told her to stick with me for the day and in two days she was working the streets on her own. Once is sufficient to have you coming back for more, I see it every time. Cause when you need money and someone give you a $100 note or $120 it feels like a jackpot, like free money because sometimes you ain’t gotta fuck. Some guys just want somebody to talk to so you just offer your ears and be a compassionate soul, some have foot fetishes and just want to suck your toes, like I said jackpot, free money. Still, I can suck your dick for $30.

I am 19 years old now but when I was younger, I would get an excess of $2000 per day. I started off when I was 15 but I was on and off. Being with other girls led me to this profession. I remember a time when I took showers to rush back to the streets. Yes I was a minor but they believed what I told them and best believe I told them I was 18, but it doesn’t matter, they don’t care in any case, they fucked me even though they suspected I was a minor. The guilt made them pay more, $400 or sometimes even more. Young pussy is tighter. Nowadays money gets slower by the day. If I work from 5am I can get $1200 – $1500 on a normal day, $1000 on a slow day. My clients are mostly regulars and they pay $200. I charge them $150 – $200 depending on the client to use my room. I also work the internet. You can get good tips but only if you are not arrogant, be sweet with them, don’t rush him to nut, it’s a process and everyone runs on different schedules. When you are sweet to them, they like you and might ask you for your numbers. I don’t do anything I am uncomfortable with like kissing, like why, you don’t know me, what if I have STD’s, what if you have STD’s? It’s risky, I don’t compromise my life in that manner. I am the sweetest person ever and I don’t do bad things to anyone, I just live my life. I smoke weed but that’s just about it. I come from a nice home, good mother, I have brothers and sisters, everything changed when my father went to jail. I’ve been to jail too for prostitution obviously and that’s where I gave birth to my child. My mother is raising her. They don’t like that I am operating the street but what can they do? I am grown, they couldn’t stop me even when I was a minor. I know what I do is risky and dangerous and that’s why I don’t recommend this to anyone, anything can happen and chaos ensues. These days more and more minors are doing this, I was a minor when I started this, a 24 hour whore doing it every day and at any hour and although I am not a minor anymore, I am still a 24 hour whore. I’ve have never been raped, held at gunpoint or anything like that. The worst thing that has ever happened was getting out of a moving car, it was an attempted kidnap. My skin was grated and I had to go to hospital for a few days but I am still alive. It’s a fucked up attitude that will attract life threatening situations like rape and being held at gunpoint. Also you gotta know how to detect bullshit, your life depends on it. I love myself, what I do doesn’t affect my self-esteem in the least, I love everything about myself, I know I am pretty, I can’t stop looking at myself in the mirror, I love my body, my ass and everything about myself. I don’t need anyone else to love me. Cause what is love? How can you believe that  someone loves you? Show me you love me. Put me in a better position, buy me a big house, buy me a Rolce Rolls, do something. I don’t want love, I want money and yes, happiness too, because I do want to be happy, life is nothing without happiness. That’s why I don’t like friends, I don’t like associating with other girls because there’s too much drama, all they talk about is pimps, fucking pimps, smoking weed and other drugs but no money! When you are in this industry, you don’t need friends, money is the only thing that matters. I regret not finishing high school but I have it in me to get a degree. This is not going to be my lifestyle forever, when I am in my 20’s, 21 to be precise, I will be where I want to be and I’ll quit.

Voices in my head

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Voices in my head

Cooped in hell tormented by voices,
Sawing and hacking before I make my choices.

A traumatized soul,
With issues so deep,
The stars think its steep.

I could cry out to the world,
But my mind has me on mute,
In my corner I went about,
I’ve never heard silence quite so loud.

Locked inside the barriers of my mind.
My legs silenced,
So they shake and tremble rapidly,
Through the chains that have me stationed
Like a train on its platform.

I yearn to be able to scan the vivid blue color of the sky.
To walk barefoot on the fresh evergreen grass,
But how can I?
When everyday is a thunderstorm.

Outside to the world I went.
The world stripped down
Before I had the time to close my eyes.
Surrounded by lies,
Clinics giving out pills to numb the womb,
Little girls referring to their vaginas as tombs.
Chaos ensued and I was confused.

The voices in my head might keep me from going outside,
But it’s for a good course.
The injustices of the world might
Lead me to suicide.

Those hands

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Those hands

Heart shattered,
soul bruised,
power abused,
those hands were used.
Why?
I was so confused.

Are those the hands that built my foundation? The hands that held everything together,
The hands that had the power to touch a star.

Are those the hands that took all the troubles away?
The hands that held me close and said “everything will be alright”.

Those hands broke me.
They scratched,
fought,
never forgave,
never cared,
never taught
and never thought.

Those filthy hands,
they broke me.

Broke motherfucker

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Broke motherfucker

Broke motherfucker, letting him nut in me is about the dumbest thing I’ve ever allowed. More than 3 billion niggas with prospects and I chose one who is still bound, to mummy, can never commit to our future without them discussing it aloud, been together for 5 years and we still can’t fuck without making a sound, cause “it will wake mummy” , I am done with this dummy. Broke motherfucker, can’t get a job, I do everything for our family and what is his job? Fuck bitches on the down-low to make me sob. I am done with the sort. Broke motherfucker, can’t provide for his little girl. Frequenting tarvens on a daily and lusting over women who are keen to make a twirl. Promising heaven on earth without a pearl. While her daughter is bold and other girls have curls. Broke motherfucker with a tiny dick! Could have chosen anyone in the world and this was my pick? Should have chosen his friend with a huge prick. This motherfucker makes me sick! Broke motherfucker, can’t even take me out on a date. Every time I suggest a restaurant, he already ate. My love has dilapidated and what I feel is hate. My plan is to pack my things and head for the gate. We can’t repair things, it’s far too late. Broke motherfucker, his local with no dreams. Decaying on the corner and I am supposed to be his queen? Everything ain’t what it seems, his life is on the dim while my light just beams. Broke motherfucker, I am leaving you for another motherfucker, one who will provide for all my needs and know how to fuck her.

3rd date

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3rd date

Everybody knows on the third date we engage in coitus, it’s a concrete rule edged on the stone of life, it’s in the Bible, old testament. How you gon test a man? What do you mean you tired? What’s next, you gonna hit my hand? Unfortunately, the contract is signed and I’ve been hired. I listened to your boring stories and acted like I cared, so great my performance you think our experiences are shared. Oh hell no, the chance to elope was on the first date, the second date is a debate but the third date is the save the date! How you gon leave casually like nothing happened? I played my role what must happen? After all the money I spent on you? Champagne and wine ordered just for you. Lobster and prawns just to impress you. Your time is due, open up the gates cause I’ve been standing in queue. The time has come for me to validate you. Grab your bag, we going to sleep, I’ll get you a Red Bull, this problem ain’t steep. Don’t you know what grown folks do after dinner? I know you do cause you a sinner. I freaked you once when you were thinner and now you are matured and I can’t wait to pin ya. On the bed, on the floor, suck your tits, penetrate you to the core, I’ll french kiss your other tongue, I am better than ever before. Everybody knows on the third date we engage in coitus, what type of panties you wearing, it’s time to misbehave, I hope you all shaved, never mind that I like bush all the same, I’m vintage like I lived in caves.

Mr. Entrepreneur

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Mr. Entrepreneur

This is a 2am post. I couldn’t sleep. I am haunted. I hear voices in my head. That creative demon is possessing me again. Bringing this out in the world will make me feel better. It will enable me to sleep. I intend to post this. Well done Internet, you even have my most inner thoughts, you know me better than I know myself. I try to not identify with my ego because that’s not who I am. I don’t have to pick a side, I can actively choose to be a bystander, to just look and have no opinion. I am not what people say I am. I am not my mind. I am not my possessions. I am not my status. I am not my wealth. I am not the number of followers I have on my socials. I am not my past. I just am, alive, existence. So maybe you don’t know me Internet, because how can you? I am spontaneous. I don’t even know what I am going to do next, the future is uncertain and that’s the element I love the most. I try to be present all the time. The present is all we ever have, everything else is all just an illusion. So why not give the present moment everything you have? Afterall, there is no such thing as the future and the afterlife is a hoax. Time is a man-made concept and so is religion. Everything is all in your head. There is no such thing as time, everything is just what it is, everything is everything! Oh, Lauryn baby, I love that song, congratulations on the great album, I heard it went Diamond! “Miseducation of Lauryn Hill” is timeless like the structure of reality. But I digress. Even though I try to not identify too much with the ego, I have to. Simply because it holds my perceived identity and reality. It is my name, my family, my friends, my social class, my environment, my past, my future, my everything. For without my ego, without time, who am I? What am I? Do I even exist? I can’t just be life, I am being. The essence of being is meaning, a purpose and the ego provides that. This is the great comedy of life because I am something and nothing at the same time. Striking the balance between this nothingness and something is the key. Zen philosophy teaches this beautifully with its insistence on the middle ground, Hu Wei which translates to none doing, don’t force things, stream with what flows easily in life. Take the middle ground and flow. You can’t not do anything, that is a feeding ground for nihilistic thoughts and a unsustainable life. That is hell. Life has to mean something. You need to have meaning in your life even though it’s derived from an ego despite the fact that you are not your ego! Being present in the eternal now is everything because you are simply life, no different from the trees and lillies in your garden. This is what I mean when I say you are not your mind because it seeks meaning from the ego and the ego is generated from external phenomena. Yet you are at the same time, it’s confusing, what a paradox existence is, life is a dichotomy. You are not what the world says you are although lines might be blurred and you might think you are. You are simply life, something spontaneous the universe created. You are a living organism in its purest form, energy, an absolute miracle, the universe experiencing itself. We can’t talk about consciousness because we can’t account for it just like we don’t beat our hearts, it just happens to us. We need the ego to function in daily life because it provides labels that can help us navigate every day life. Being mindful of your thoughts is key to understanding this.

My dominating ego is that of the entrepreneur. Being an entrepreneur is philosophical for me. It is my mode of existence. I derive meaning from my entrepreneurial endeavors. It is what I am to the core. It’s what I did in the past, it’s what I do in the present and because I am a creature of habit it is what I will do in the future. I love entrepreneurship because because it allows me to give everything I have to the present moment. It’s in the things I do unconsciously, what I like subconsciously. It’s in my dominant personality trait. I read Hitler with an open mind and Toy Story makes me tear up. I am a creative who has told stories all his life. I worship all art forms and content is my life. I started doing poetry when I was 8 years old. I started doing ads for television when I was 9. At 10, I was in the school choir. At 12, I started selling sweets (fireballs) at school to raise money to buy myself a PSP (Playstation Portable) and I SUCCEEDED! In Highschool, I was a football coach that coached a team that went on to dominate the district. I did it with Kay, the team we started dominated Ekuruleni for two consecutive years, went undefeated for 3 years. Still in high school with my other friends, we created a cult in the form of a concert that lived on for many years after we had graduated. The entrepreneurial spirit is engraved within, again it is who I am to the core. I’ve always been self-sufficient, self-reliant and independent. I am open-minded, creative and I start things. I have the right energy. I create beautiful things. I am passionate. I question things. I am not scared of failure. I don’t live life with fear. Not even the Coronavirus at its peak affected me, I never wore a mask. Not because of my issues with authority but because I am a fucken hero, Mr. Entrepreneur, I risk it all, I risk life! And it was a lot of noise from the media, that’s when I knew I wasn’t going to oblige because they dish out fear to keep us enslaved and in line with an agenda. People are a product for the media and authority figures. Besides, you can’t tell me what to do. You can’t control me! I live, breathe, entrepreneurship. I gave my whole soul to the process. I sacrificed everything for the process, have been ridiculed and laughed at for the process. I have cried for the process. My character has been slandered for the process. I have lost friends and acquaintances for the process. I went to hospital for the process. I am willing to die for the process! And while I am not my ego, I am an entrepreneur, that’s my spirit, my soul, the one thing that has been a constant in my life, I am a creator, I am a creative! I am unemployable, I intimidate my employers, I am too good, I am too ambitious, I am a star, a five point pentagon that cannot fit in a square, a box. Mr. entrepreneur. My time is coming, I will rule, nothing can stop me. I am inevitable like death. This is destiny, it is what must happen. This is God’s plan. I have to replace the previous generation of entrepreneurs. Someday, I will be replaced too. It’s simply my turn to serve. Sorry Devil, I know all of your tricks, you can’t make me drift. In the end I’ll win because I am the best everyday of my life, Mr. Never Change, Mr. Consistency, Mr. Entrepreneur.

9 Shots (Free script) – Lucky

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9 Shots (Free script) – Lucky

My goal is to be the greatest ever. Not on a criteria that anybody has set, but for me I have a rubric. Drunk alert, drunk alert, drunk alert, I took 9 shots of gin, the unconscious is now in control. This is my true self unsolicited, my subconscious dictating my behavior. I’m on free-flow, on autopilot. The conscious mind flunked out the equation. This is God speaking through me. Give me the opportunity. Give me the chance to change the world. These are my constant thoughts.

To the Universe, give me a chance to create awesome things. Connect me with excellence, there’s nothing I wouldn’t do. Just as long as it is ethical and the morality is on par with what I am accustomed to. Make the capital available for my endeavors. Help me fly. Accompany me in my journey of greatness.

Lucky, gratitude bomb!

What are the odds that I would be so lucky in this lifetime? It’s simply incredible! I am thankful. I am grateful. Life is a lottery that I have somehow won by a miracle. Firstly, I was born a boy, male, a man, what an incredible win, I am so lucky. I am lucky to be the first born, it has wonderful advantages. I am lucky to be the big brother, what an honor. I am lucky to have the mother that I have. She’s so strong and inspiring. I am lucky to have friends who want me in their social circle. I am lucky to have lived in Limpopo for 2 years, I loved every second of it, sometimes I thought I was dreaming and maybe I was. I am lucky my stomach is full every night. I am lucky I have the internet and Facebook. I am lucky to have known Rorisang Moeketsi who is bright, headstrong, emotionally intelligent and progressive. I am lucky my brother is an artist. I am lucky I went to school. I am lucky I can read and write. I am lucky I have dreams, a luxury for someone who has to eat. I am lucky I grew up in Alex, Gomora. I am lucky I can listen Common, Nas, Jay-Z, Kanye West, J. Cole and Kendrick Lamar; thank you for everything guys. I am super lucky I met Reishi, a wonderful young boy who gave his life to save another, I am lucky he was my best friend. While you were still alive you taught me so much, you taught me kindness and love. I will never forget you. Thank you for inspiring me, because of you I don’t fear death. I am lucky to have a shelter to rest my head. I am lucky Loyiso has been my friend for all these years (2 decades). I appreciate you more than you’ll ever know. Thank you for your friendship, education and kindness. By far the best roller of a joint that I know. I am lucky I have the opportunity to appreciate art, to listen to music, read literature, watch films and to write poetry. Wanda, red Mercedes-Benz. I am lucky I get to watch Lionel Messi and FC Barcelona on my screen. Thank you God for giving Lionel Messi the World Cup, he deserved it, for all the happiness his brought in the world. I am lucky to have been loved by a girl, more than 1, more than a handful. Thank God for Marijuana. Manchester United and Orlando Pirates are lucky to have me as a fan, you guys have made me suffer. Thank you for everything Sir Alex Ferguson. She said she loves me, yes, cool, affirmative, outstanding, that’s the greatest news of my life, I love you too and I know you’re with me for the long haul, let me get a couple of deals together. I am lucky to have served as the General Secretary for KOSP, what an honor. I am lucky to have kissed a girl. Thank you for the intercourse ladies, I appreciate it. I am lucky that I’ve lived in the suburbs. I am lucky to have known Thato Katane, I love your spirit boy, mind over matter, your container is immortal. I am lucky to have two brothers. I am grateful for Quentin Tarantino, he is timeless and boundless. He made me love movies with Kill Bill. Steven Speilberg is pretty legendary too. “Birdman or The unexpected virtue of ignorance” is one of my favorite movies of all time! That continuous shot is crazy! I am lucky to have had Christopher as my friend, he was my equal at everything including Fifa, Mathematics and cross-country. Thank you for your competitive spirit boy, I appreciate and cherish the memories we shared. Thank you Steve Jobs for your life. I am lucky to have had Lonwabo in my life who was a good friend of mine. I let you down, I am sorry, I hope to make it up to you someday. Thank you Robert Greene. Phimza, Red OPC, culture. I am lucky to have a sister. I am lucky I have water to drink. I am grateful to Warren Buffet for the inspiration, wisdom and knowledge. I am lucky I am fully able. I am lucky I had Lethabo in my life, we started “Cultured” together and Arty came along to join the team. I am lucky I have clothes and blankets to keep me warm in the winter. I am lucky I was a football coach to 3 different teams. I am lucky to have been a child actor. Thank you Napoleon Hill. Thank you Jim Rohn. I am lucky I get to go to the Library every now and then. I am lucky to have had Tumiso in my life. I loved our conversations. Our sessions were like an appointment with your therapist, we talked about a lot of serious things, our challenges in life, our feelings and emotions, our past, our impending future, just life. I am so grateful to have had you in my life. I am lucky to have known Amy Winehouse through her music. Amy, you still my favorite artist in the whole world! I am lucky that I am a creative and entrepreneurial. I am lucky Phimza drops me off at home when it’s too late, thank you mpinch. I am grateful for Marcel Proust, “In search of lost time” is brilliant, a real piece of art. Thank you for the lessons Proust. Fyodor Dostoevsky on another level though, ‘Notes from Underground’ and ‘Crime and Punishment’ are both masterpieces and ‘The Karamazov Brothers’ the greatest piece of literature of all time. Don’t forget about ‘The Master and Margarita’. I am lucky I have soap and cologne to keep me fresh. I am lucky to have an uncle who is supportive. I am lucky to have Lauryn Hill in my life, art is forever and “The Miseducation of Lauryn Hill” is forever, I love your Unplugged with MTV too. Everyday I wake up, I win. I am lucky to have a cousin who took his time to refine my driving skills and teach me about art. I am lucky to have had a friend like Kalushi who matched my creative energy. Thank you for the Yezzys! Thank you Kanye for “Sunday service choir”, “Jesus Is Born” is a classic. I am lucky to have known Kay, who was brilliant and awesome, amazingly, everyone respected and loved Kay, he was the best. I apologize for disappointing you Kay, it really wasn’t my intention. I failed because I didn’t have things in order, I was inexperienced and too eager, one day I hope to make it up to you and everyone who put their faith in me. I am grateful for Martin Scorsese, he is the best. Marty, I loved “Hugo” and all your other movies with no exception, yes even “New York, New York”, I think it’s a masterpiece. I am lucky I’ve been to Gold Reef City and the Rand Show. I am lucky I have a cellphone to which I can listen to Anderson Paak on, he is unbelievably talented. I am lucky I have shoes. Thank you Pep Guardiola, Luis Enrique, Ernesto Valverde, Xavi Hernandes, Andres Iniesta, Carles Puyol, Dani Alves, Luis Suares, Sergio Busquets, Gerard Pique, Ivan Rakitic and ter Stegen. Thank you to everyone at Barca, past and present. Grateful for Emiliano Martinez, Angel Di Maria and all the players of the Argentine National team. I am lucky to have taken a picture with Flabba. I am lucky I am black.