The Universe has commenced with my repayment plan. The first seed has been deposited. I should be a multi-millionaire in 2-3 years. Am I entitled, bigheaded, boastful and arrogant? Sure, but I also deserve what’s coming to me. In life you get what you deserve not what you need or want. I labored and planted seeds for my future, this is not the ego talking, it’s the farmer. Besides, the world needs me. It’s almost my turn to serve millions. Geez, I don’t know what to say I am honored. You see, I was right choosing myself. Choosing to educate myself. Choosing to better myself. Choosing to walk all the way to the library in Sandton, despite the fact that it’s 14 kms round-trip. I would walk over 70 km’s a week, 280 km’s a month and 3360 km’s a year for knowledge, for self-improvement. I did it with discipline, Mr. Consistency, I told you I never change; I was the first person in the library and the last one out. That’s dedication, I did it 9-5 style. I chose to make myself valuable in the domains that appealed to me, the domains I felt I would be successful. I took my time. Sacrificed expediency and looked decades ahead, I am a visionary after all. Maybe this is a narcissistic rant but it’s also greatness. You can’t do anything to me. I have simply become too good. Nothing but death can stop me. I am going to do this life thing my way. What’s the point of doing average in a Universe where everything ultimately fades? If that’s your attitude, why do anything at all? Why not have a real go at it and become great? This was all planned. I am the pick of the crop. I am the chosen one. I am a blend of bourgeois and the streets. I work harder. I risk more. I am more patient. I am disciplined. I have cultivated more skills that can make me rich. There’s no ways that I am not going to be rich, it’s impossible! Even if I have to wait for another 10 years, the end result is the same. I am destined to be a Billionaire, that’s life, that’s the way it is, that’s the way it was written, I mean what can I say? Everything around me grows and blossoms, after all its my profession, I am a farmer. I am also an Investor, businessman, writer and a musician. Hahaha, you wasting my time, I’d rather talk with the Universe. I’ll leave the passage of time to do all the talking for me. You will understand my greatness one day.
I want a femme fatale like Sharon Stone, Hi Ginger! Hi there, Cleopatra. Hi there Robot Lady from Ex-Machina, I can’t believe that boy fell for your tricks, what a moron! Hi there Albertine, thank you for the lessons Proust. I want a dangerous woman who will lead me to my eventual death. One who is a master manipulator who will attune to my moods like a satellite. A woman who will string my ego like Beethoven. Play me against my friends and family like a piano and reside in my subconscious mind like a repressed memory. I want a femme fatale who is narcissistic and gains from other people’s misfortunes. A girl who is promicuous and dirty like linen on the washing line. One who uses her sexuality to make me yield. I want a liar who will make me suffer. I want a flirt who will fill my gastank with jealously and thoughts of suicide. I want a femme fatale to seduce me and play to my repressed desires. I want her to study and reflect my frailties like a mirror. I want her to stalk and devour me like a predictor. I want her undivided attention. I want her craftsmanship. I want her talents, her expectise. I want her body and the way her clothes always accentuate her features; I am talking legs, thighs, ass and boobs. I want her sweet talk and low pitched voice. I want her suggestive eyes that imply nothing. I want her short skirts and red lip stick. I want her poisoned red apple covered in cyanide. I want her detached demeanor. I want deceit. Oh, please tell me another lie. I want a bruised ego and a tumorous existence. I want to be one of her victims. I want a femme fatale who will tease me and string me along like Pinocchio, one who will make me feel like a real boy. I want a femme fatale to play with my emotions like a toy. A woman who is cold and distant. I want a femme fatale to lure me into traps like a spider with its webs. Like a snake in the grass. A woman who will destroy my life and all the progress I have made. A woman who is materialistic and doesn’t care about me. I need a femme fatale to use me and dispose of me like garbage in a dumping site. I need a femme fatale to use me for sex and all her deep-rooted insecurities and issues. I want Satan in her red bottom heels and Louis Vuitton handbag. I want Satan with all her glory and greatness. I want her to torment me, haunt me, possess me, punish and decapitate my prospects. I want a femme fatale with her make-up and kayfabe. I want her drama and co-ordinated chaos. A woman who is an egotistical narcissistic, a woman whose ambition is to destroy me.
The world please hear me out. This is not another narcissistic rant. This is real, this is evident. He is the greatest human being on earth. His got the magic. His incredible. He is the greatest. My man Jigga, other wise known as Jay – Z. He is Kanyes big brother and the one who brought on J. Cole in the game. If that’s not enough, he has signed Marcus Rashford and Kevin De Bruyne on his management company; soccer fans I know I’ve got your attention. Jay-Z again known as Shaun Carter is my favorite person in the world. He is great. He is black. His a winner and he educates – He shares his wisdom with the world. He is supremely intelligent; book smart and street smart. His a servant of his will and destiny. He is my favorite rapper. Sorry Common, Kanye West, J. Cole and Kendrick Lamar but this is hard for me, please understand me. You know Jigga, Kendrick, Jigga probably influenced you and Cole Jigga signed you! Common you mirrored Jiggas energy on your single “His Love”, fine he did it first but you responded. And well Kanye, Jigga is your big brother – the guy who got you out of your Mammas house and helped you buy her a house. Jigga has always been great and he will continue being great, I have confidence in him. He will never disappoint me, never has, never will. Kanye please continue matching Jay, I also want you to be great. Keep delivering that jab, every punch counts. I have deep faith in you. It’s because of you that I am in the game. Thanks Kanye. You are my best friend. My subconscious, that place in my mind telling me to be the best that I can be, like the hero, Goku, Mr. Autonomous Ultra Instinct, the absolute messiah. You are great Kanye but Jay has been doing this longer. Plus he is a better businessman and Investor. Fine, “better” is a subjective term and I am being biased but this is a JAY-Z post, everything takes the backseat. And well, I am both, I identity with Jay more. You produced hits for him. He used you to propel himself to the top. You have no chance! But don’t feel bad, no one has a chance. And let’s face it Kanye, you’re a bit crazy but that’s okay because it’s your source of power. Jay is the chosen one that’s just how it is. Let’s not forget his the first Billionaire rapper. Yea, his that great, haven’t you been listening? Jigga represents a level I aspire to be. His the best man. I mean Beyonce? Who can beat that? It’s impossible! They are the greatest couple in the history of this world. Well done Jay for the excellent deal of securing Beyonce. I am positive it wasn’t much of a challenge for you. Besides, you created “Beyonce”, relax Beehive, this is a Jigga post. You had a blueprint and you won. You changed your paradigm and won, it’s that simple, that’s life. It takes time. It takes habit, to be the greatest of all time. Who comes closer to Jigga? Nas? No he wasn’t consistent enough, and Jigga signed him. Biggy? Two albums are not enough? Tupac? He was Biggys rival. So to answer that question, no one even comes close to Jigga. My big brother was Bigs brother, used to be Dames and Hip brother, who is no ID friend, no ID my mentor let the story begin. I remember that awesome verse on Kanye’s “Diamonds from Sierra Leone”, it was a burst of amazing powerful energy, it was magic like smoke on the stage and you pulled up a line that resonates with me so much, you said “impossible takes a week, I do this in my sleep”. Wow! Such confidence, such arrogance, the showmanship, the charisma! Wait! Let’s not forget that last line on “Never let you down” by Kanye. “Hovs a living legend and I’ll tell you why, everybody wanna be Hov and Hovs still alive.” OHHH! Yes, Hova I wanna be you! Jay, I also believe that there is nothing I can’t do. Maybe it’s youthful exuberance but I doubt it, right now on this text, I promise to never change, I promise to never betray my heart. I have blind faith in myself Jigga, and not only am I going to be a great man, I am also going to be a Billionaire or I will die trying. It’s strange how Kanye’s energy is all about this text. Kanye is also a Billionaire and he achieved this feat faster than Jay. Could it be that Kanye is better than Jay? I think Kanye West and Jay -Z are an archetype. They are the same person. Plus, they both got their big breaks aged 26 – surely that’s not a coincidence. The Universe is a wonderful and interesting place.
As a side note, Reasonable Doubt, The Blueprint and The Black Album are 3 of the greatest hip-hop albums ever created. Thank you Jigga and well that “Never Change” record changed my life! It would be a huge injustice if I didn’t reference “Watch The Throne”, that right there is the greatest thing that has ever happened to me! I mean two of my favorite rappers of all time combining to create an album, it didn’t disappoint too! I mean the first track of the album was “No Church In The Wild” WTF! It was incredible! Everything about “Watch The Throne” was incredible, the music, the content, the visuals, it was content on another level, a once in a lifetime project and I was there! I got the album, I was a part of the culture, it defined me! Thank you Jay-Z, thank you Kanye, thank you God, thank you Universe! God bless everyone!
Well done, you did so well. You didn’t let the world change you. You made it to 26 with your opinion and unique perspective. Your haters don’t have anything on you, let them talk – empty cans make the most noise. You achieved amazing goals. You are well on your way. Reality corresponds with your vision. You will win like all your heroes. You’ll be pleased to know that the stars aligned for them at twenty-six. You’re next. They too have a relentless desire to be better than the previous day. They too are learning machines. They too had what you have in your eyes, that ambition. Keep nurturing that childlike spirit. Keep on moving forward. Keep on building relations. Step into unexplored territory. Keep on dominating. Keep innovating. Maintain the hunger, maintain the stamina. Keep on showing up. Stay consistency. It’s too late now, no one can stop you except for yourself. You did it. Destiny will begin unfolding in front of your eyes. It’s not a coincidence that Messi won Copa America, this is deliberate like premeditated murder. Messi winning represents a paradigm shift. You now have Messi, Ronaldo and Xavi. God is with you in everything you do. Everything is with you. Everything is within. Be prepared. Soon you’ll have everything you want. Don’t forget to use your influence to affect a positive change. Give. Love. Be emphatic. Be a man of your word. Respect everyone. Never forget who you are. Don’t disgrace yourself. Take care of yourself. Exercise and eat the right food, true wealth is health. Be a role model, someone people aspire to be like. Be an inspiration and a source of pride. Be the best. Win. Collect your trophies. Twenty-six is just the beginning.
Remember, to whom much is given, much is expected. Never take your position of power for granted, it’s your responsibility to make the world better than you found it. The world is yours, no pressure.
I am convinced that there is nothing better than a Xhosa woman. They rank at the pinnacle when it comes to the women of the world. Of course, this is only my experience, my map of reality. Xhosa women have that something extra, that something special. Apologies that I don’t have the vocabulary to describe them but how do you describe someone like Arjen Robben operating on the right flank? I know I am drifting towards soccer but please bear with me, I am making a point. Do you have the superlatives to describe the brilliance of Arjen Robben? Someone who dominated football with his trademark finish. You know it’s coming, you know his going to cut in from the right and curl the ball with his left foot. You have seen it a million times, you have analyzed it with attention and great detail, you know it’s coming and yet there’s absolutely nothing you can do about it. How do you describe that phenomenon? What do you say? I think Xhosa women are like that. You can’t describe them. All you can say is “that’s something special”. I have been in love with Xhosa women all my life. They are my cheat code. They make me weak on my knees. Plus they have a Miss Universe, how do you beat that? It’s impossible! Zozi Tunzi is a standard, a real thing of beauty, she’s something special. I have at least 2 Xhosa women in my top 5. I remember I used to have a crush on Zolani from “Freshly Ground”, remember those guys, remember Zolani? Ah, she was something special! Congratulations to the whole group for making authentic beautiful music music, I am still a fan. Imagine Eastern Cape, a place where they are made. Isn’t that place heaven? I think the Xhosa tribe have a good energy. As a people they are progressive and they have vision. They are an intelligent people. I mean how do you beat Nelson Mandela and Trevor Noah? That’s huge! Xhosa people are our best. This comes from a subjective reality and analysis. This is bias commentary, this comes from my love for Xhosa women. Xhosa women are rooted in my past. My first kiss was with a Xhosa girl. I fell in love for the first time with a Xhosa girl. I imagine my future life with a Xhosa woman. I want to be Proust and recapture lost time. I want to be self-indulgent and reminisce about the past. Also, I am done reading “In search of lost time”. I did it with a year to spare. Thank you for the lessons Proust, you taught me so much about life. I can’t believe how I enjoyed reading your book but I digress. This is my conversation with the Universe. I also hope to attract a good quality Xhosa woman, so to the Universe do your thing man.
I love the Facebook tradeoff, sure it’s exploitative but it gives you a choice. Choices are good because we are all in charge of our lives. Like I stated in the past Facebook has a wonderful business model, I envy Zuckerberg and the team that started it all. I like the tradeoff like “give us all your data, we want to know what makes you tick, we want to know your location, we want to know your favorite food, your favorite movies, books hobbies, we want to know what makes you laugh, what outrages you, we want all your memories and pictures, we want to know your virtual communities, we want to know your dreams and hopes, we want to know EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU and in exchange for all your data, we will show you pictures of your crush. Fair trade don’t you think? What would I do without Facebook? These guys are life-savers! I recently saw a picture of my crush and I lost my mind! Damn! She’s still the hottest thing under the sun. My Xhosa Queen, the woman of my dreams. So it seems like I am still a customer Facebook, you can have all my data! “Fell in love through photographs, I don’t even know your name, wonder if you follow back, I hope to see you one day, I won’t show my nigga now, I’ll keep this one for myself, love today has gone digital and it’s messing with my health.” Oh Cole my nigger! But maybe that song is misleading, I didn’t fall in love with my Xhosa Queen through photographs. I was mesmerized by her beauty every day. And she used to send me pictures, pictures that made my mind moonwalk. I can’t put into words how her energy made me feel. She was truly something special. I was in love with her, she was awesome and had everything in the world that I wanted. She was perfect. What a compliment the concept of love is. When you are in love with someone, you are observant and focused on that person and in time you get to know everything about that particular person. You get to know the walk, how she stands, how she sits, her body posture, the back of her head, her voice and her laugh. All this becomes second nature to you. You are intrigued by her and want to know everything about her. You can’t wait to see her and when you don’t the day is automatically wasted. I felt a void in me when I didn’t see her. It was a physical void that could not be filled. My energy was down and my spirits could not be lifted. For the day, I would be like a phone on flight mode, utterly useless. Like the Goddess she was, she had the power to make my day. She constructed my ideal of reality. Her presence and energy nourished my soul. Seeing her motivated me, because if a woman can’t motivate you, what can? Maybe I should start from the beginning. This is the story of the first Xhosa girl in my top 5.
She was one of the girls I have ever fallen in love with. I had known her since our teenage years. I waited after High School to ask her out. I expressed my undying for her. To help me with my course, I had chocolate, I had learned how to design logos and I designed one in a form of her name, it was so dope and I wrote her poetry. I fitted all the content (the logo and poetry) on one A4 paper and I laminated the paper, in my mind to make it last forever. Damn! The whole lamination process was expensive! It cost my R20! But it was fine, I had a vision and I needed to do everything in my power to get this girl. She was too important to me. The chocolate cost me R15 and transportation costs would be around R40 roundtrip. This was good. I was motivated. We met up and we had a good time. We had a good conversation and I went on the offensive. She listened to my story and gave me an audience. We hugged and we parted ways. I remember feeling good about myself. The metamorphosis was complete, I transformed into a butterfly that day. Finally, I did it! I was relieved. I was proud, now I can die in peace. It was a very good day. However, I was too overzealous and persistent. We were not on the same wavelength. Poor girl, I was relentless, it was embarrassing. I was unfair and selfish. I was too expedient. I wanted her right now! But she handled everything like an expert, a pro, she is so good, she is too intelligent. I am talking about Emotional Intelligence and the ability to regulate other people’s emotion. To control the situation and steer it in the direction that was best for the both of us. Wow, I was impressed, she was awe-inspiring. What a woman! I understood that time was my best shot. I needed to be patient. I needed to respect her. I needed to be more sensible. I needed to be her friend. I needed to be a human being. And so I started playing the long game, it was my only chance, I couldn’t risk pushing her away, she is important, her spirit motivates me somehow, I can’t explain it, she’s just something special. I was willing to do anything, she was worth it. I believed I worked harder than anyone, I believed I was more patient than anyone, I believed with time I would have a chance. And I did, it took a couple of years but the game plan was a success. She started giving me her time and we would meet and have awesome, awesome conversations. She told me about her life, her family, her hopes and dreams and I was in heaven. To the Universe thank you for giving me time with her, I am appreciative and grateful. She was worth the time, the years, the effort, she was worth everything, My Xhosa Queen.
Getting addicted to books is the best thing I have ever done for myself. When I was in my teen years I heeded the advice of my heroes, they all seemed to have one thing in common, reading. So I started reading everything I could get my hands on. From Dale Carnegie, to Robert Kiyosaki and Napoleon Hill. I remember when I first read “Think and grow rich”, I was intrigued, I studied the book, I made notes, made use of highlighters for the first time in my life, I was 15 and it was incredible! I felt like I had a vault of gold. One of the most impactful books I have ever read. I remember reading chapter 11, the chapter about sex transmutation and I thought it was suspect. “Nope, not a chance” I thought. It just didn’t make sense to me. I was a teenager, all I was thinking about was having sex. I was conflicted. I didn’t want it to be true. It was such a sacrifice, no sex to attain a level of success? Still, I was so in love with the idea of being rich that I would do anything. I started embracing the idea. At 20, while my peers and friends were having sex or claimed to be having sex, I started writing a screenplay and I transmuted the energy of sex into the project. Hill stated that if you transmuted the energy of sex into a creative endeavor, it would attain genius level. I wanted that and so I implemented his teachings. I always had ideas, I was always in a creative fever, I wrote for hours and often lost track of time, my focus was optimal, I was continuously in a state of flow, I had the time of my life. I had so much creative energy that I created two sequels for the screenplay. In fact, I had to force myself to stop writing. If it weren’t for the transmutation, I never would have wrote my screenplay. I realized Napoleon Hill was right. As an added bonus, the people who used transmutation were legends, I am talking about Einstein, Edison, Mozart, Washington, Oscar Wilde, Tesla, Shakespeare, Nietzsche, Napoleon Barnaporte and many other great men – without a doubt transmutation elevated mediocre work to great work – genius level work. Now all I see in my map of experience is works of transmutation from all my heroes. They all share the characteristics Hill mentioned. They are full of enthusiasm, they have a positive mental energy that radiates, a personality that is contagious, they are creative and they are super rich. The emotion of sex works and it makes sense because sex in itself is a ritual of creation. That’s when the flood gates opened up for me.
I realized I could get an advantage over people who didn’t read. I realized that I could know more and that would enable me to do more. It hit me like a sniper on the rooftop that I was onto something special. I got addicted to books and the library became my favorite place in the world. The way I saw it was that I was internalizing what took a person a whole lifetime to learn in a couple of hundred pages. It was like a cheat code for life. Finishing a book always made me feel like a winner. It still does. I think I’ve read all books on Finance. Fine, not all but most, I am talking about Classics and Bestsellers. Reading Proust was a drag at first because in my mind, I always had the thought that I was going to read over 4000 pages. In order not overwhelm myself, I decided that I would read the book in a period of 3 years – that’s two volumes a year. It was a good plan. I was after all reading other books, and literature wasn’t really a favorite, I preferred books on Finance, Psychology & Philosophy. To Robert Greene, I salute you, I have read all your books, I love them all, I look forward to your upcoming works, you are one of my favorite authors ever. Dr. Jordon B. Peterson, Maps of Meaning influenced me so much. I swear it changed how I perceived reality. Thank you for that wonderful gift, it’s one of my favorite books of all time. Anyways, the first year I followed through and read the two volumes of Proust, and the next year I devoured the remaining volumes. I finished reading the book way before the fat lady started singing. I couldn’t follow the initial schedule, I wanted to read more, I was hooked. Proust took me to incredible places. I got acquainted with so many great and intelligent people. The creme de la creme of French society, I am talking about aristocracy, Kings, Queens, Princes, Princesses, Ducs, Duchesses, Intellectuals, War heroes, the best artists and just the best people in all walks of life. I learned different mannerisms. He taught me how to be social and emotionally intelligent. His words could paint a picture better than Picasso. He taught me about love, friends, suffering, old age and death. He taught me how to be a gentleman. He taught me about perspective and delaying gratification; your 60 year old self is a product of your 25 year old self, make the right decisions, don’t be expedient, your 60 year old self won’t appreciate it. Reading his book is the best thing I have done in my young life. I know what life has to offer to me in its entirety because of Proust, he gave me his whole life on a silver platter, after he finished writing the last chapter he died – I cheated life.
The Universe has recently opened up a reality for me that I can talk about business endlessly. A reality with smart people where I can talk about Steve Jobs, Elon Musk and Jeff Bezos. A reality where we exchange ideas and book recommendations. A reality where ambition is the norm. A reality where we use words like “Market Research”, “Board of directors”, “Investments”, “Serve”, “Monetize” and “Innovation”. A reality where only the best are chosen. A reality where fools are not accommodated. A reality for somebody like me. Wow! Look at what books have done for my life. That’s what I want, to be around the best people, people who are better than me. Winners. Conquerers. Millionaires and Billionaires who are serving large numbers, people who are chasing worthwhile deals. This is the only thing I care about.
P.S. It would be criminal if I composed a post on books and I omitted “The Intelligent Investor” by Benjamin Graham – my best book purchase! I love it, it makes sense, one of the reasons I am an Investor. Shout out Warren Buffet who taught me so much; to have an Innerscore card, operate with a margin of safety, operate within your circle of competence, be ambitious, be patient, love what you do, make a lot of money and give it away – priceless.
I always want to make things easier for everyone. It’s something I love doing, it’s a passion. I want things to be efficient and progressive. I love creating systems with radically open minded people, they are creative and fun. They have different solutions and if you can combine that energy into a single point what you will get is magic. It is genius. It is lifeforms at their absolute best. It is philosophical. It is life affirming. It is spiritual. It is amazing. Lately I’ve been having obsessions about wanting to serve large numbers at a time. It keeps me awake. “How are you going to do it?” . I have plans but how do I get the ball rolling. Where can I procure capital that will enable me to implement what I see? Sometimes, I don’t get the answers. But I try to be present and give everything to the present moment. That’s where my energy is. I try to be tranquil. I meditate too. I keep my self to the source and that gives me great moments of gratitude. “What can you do?” the question still remains, I don’t know. I think I am doing all that I can. But the rewards are too slow. I also think I am a bit impatient. In the end we all get what we want, it may not be direct but it’s a consequence of your small steps that create a pattern and a habit, they all accumulate. I am doing all that I can but the question still remains, “What can you do?” I am trying to figure it out, I am thinking of how I can serve large quantities of people. I am optimistic. I am positive. I have the gist of it, the answer is own everything.
I am doing good, there’s progress. I started off from being hungry and having nothing, to surviving off the berries I got from trees. Thank God, they helped for like 3 days. At least I ate something. It wasn’t the best but it was better than worse, it was good. I’m grateful, I thank the Universe and the unconscious factors that were at play. It was a great idea. Then I went to eating bread with “Crack a snacks” and chips every two weeks. Now, I located a feeding scheme. I swear it’s heavenly sent. It’s like everything was set up for me. I manifested it with my mind. I am so excited. The food I get from the feeding scheme will help stretch out my month. I will go there 2-3 times in a week. My plan is to hustle a couple of hundreds so I can purchase a two plate stove, 10Kg rice, 10 Kg maize meal, 30 large eggs, and salt. Water is free, thank God for that. That’s all I need, that will push me for quite some time and I won’t need to worry about food. I’ll get to focus on creating more content and pushing the antakalipa brand. If I continue breathing in life to the “antakalipa” brand, it will save me, rescue me, make me rich. That’s the plan, nothing else matters. I can only go up from here. The results will start becoming exponential and when that happens, I am home free forever. Because I just need only one chance, just one, one chance on my terms. It’s coming. I feel strengthened, like there’s nothing I can’t do.
I learned something that will serve me for life, that I can cheat life and manipulate reality. I make what I see and so I am excited. I am in charge of my destiny, no excuses. I am well on my path to becoming a Billionaire. The progress is incremental, this is good.
After high school, I started a clothing company with a girl I used to attend primary school with. Her name – Lethabo. I only knew Lethabo for one year of my school career, but I liked her. We had a natural connection despite the fact that I was the new kid. She was real and authentic. She was smart, lively, creative, passionate and had no problems putting me in my place. I avoided verbal misunderstandings that would lead to conflicts with her, she was quick witted and often left me mute. Still, we were cool most of the time.
I hadn’t talked with Lethabo since Primary school and now we were done with High School. I reached out and she was enthused. I got her numbers and we talked on Whatsapp about our impending futures. Her energy had piercing spikes. She was creative as ever and our conversation had a lot of substance. She had an entrepreneurial drive that was contagious. She was ambitious, she wanted to do and be someone great. She had a lot of plans. She was animated. She excited me! She told me she was thinking of starting a fashion stable. She was inspired by Malaysian, Saudi Arabian, Indian and African designs. I thought that was the coolest thing ever! In my mindseye I saw something artistic at the same time unfathomable. Like abstract art she caught my imagination, I was intrigued, the prospect of her vision inspired me. I was thinking of creating a company of creatives myself so I suggested we collaborate and build something special. Let’s create your fashion stable and when it takes off we can diversify in other artistic markets and domains. She liked my idea and agreed. To make it formal and professional, I advocated we create a legal entity like a company to protect ourselves from liabilities. She agreed and so we started brainstorming names for our company. I liked the fact that the inspirations came from all around the world and it made us limitless and boundless. I imagined our clothes being popular culture. She had the vision of our clothes being worn by celebrities. She was thinking niche and exclusive but also a “ready to wear” range. I loved the word “Culture” because it has a connotations of expression, artistic and creative. Our clothes would be handmade crafts that transcend time and created trends. I suggested we use “Cultured” as a name. She absolutely loved it!
I registered the company and started work on our logo and website. I send her a couple of drafts and she chose the logo that’s still our official logo. I worked on our website and it’s still active, take a look “culturedrituals.blogspot.com”. Lethabo enlisted help from her designer friend Athenkosi and we started creating. We bought fabric and started work, the enthusiasm was unbelievable! We created our first range and had a photoshoot. It was great, people loved our work. The momentum slowed down when our sewing machine broke down. Bad timing, it was too soon. We couldn’t fix it, it was too expensive. Lethabo also started Law School and Athenkosi committed to his tertiary studies full-time. I took up a call center job so I can put myself to Varsity and still push the dream. I had a grand vision and I knew from the start that capital would be an issue and I never wanted to be limited so I searched online for options. What caught my attention was trading Binary options, the worst option ever, it’s equivalent to burning your money, just pure speculation, but I needed quick results. I lost a lot of money because of desperation and foolishness. I still can’t believe I fell for Binary Options and Trading robots, it’s so embarrassing. Binary options led me to Forex, which is better because your money doesn’t disappear all at once like poker and there’s the illusion of control because you have technical analysis and candle sticks but it’s still speculation and I lost even more money there. But it helped me, I am grateful for the experience, I am wiser. It’s okay, I fought for my dreams with everything I had and I have no regrets, there’s nothing I could have done better, I am proud.
I am grateful for Lethabo and Athenkosi, thank you God for that wonderful gift. Also thank you for coming to my 21st birthday celebration Lethabo, I really appreciate it. Maybe one day we will have the opportunity to rekindle what we started. What we did was amazing especially considering we were scattered all around. I was in Alex, Lethabo was in Tembisa and Athenkosi in Kempton Park but we all showed enthusiasm to meet up at the mall 2 times a month to discuss business. We were so professional and committed. No excuses, no postponements, everyone was always present. We had memos and agendas, it was greats. We showed desire, we showed initiative, we gave everything to the process.
I will never forget February 2021, it was brutal, hellish and cold. It was Murphy’s law, everything just seemed to go wrong. It was a testing time. I was out in the numbing cold, freezing to death and nobody seemed to care; another statistic of life, somebody with immense talent who succumbed like the others. No food, hungry and broke, my reality was not what I had imagined. Businesses and Investments pedestrian, at least I didn’t have kids or a cat. Chasing my dreams was like chasing my shadow, the faster I moved, the faster it eluded me. I was like Gatsby chasing the green light that’s already behind me. I got robbed too, somebody held a gun to my head and threatened to end my life, all before I had a wife. Killing each other in the townships is rife. To add insult to injury, the girl that I loved had had enough. My progress was too slow and the flickering of the lights made her contemplate of a different future. I never understood how she had such high expectations but no patience. I had no one to run to. I lost a lot of weight. The cheap weed I was smoking made me thinner. At least I had the Gulag Archiepelago, thank you Solzhenitzyn. R5 bread for 3 days with Crack n snacks and water, very economical model. I did some dying but it was good, I had to disconnect to reconnect. I was intrigued. I laughed at my situation. Everything I prized was disappearing or gone. The worst that could happen to me had already transpired and I was still alive and happy with myself. This gave me much confidence and I still had my character and dreams. It was an opportunity to go again, this time the foundation would be stronger. I had learned a lot, I was smarter, I was better, even more fearless and determined. I was enthused and motivated. I stopped engaging with the outside world and made myself a priority. I looked inwards. I put one foot in front of the other. My eyes gleamed with excitement and zeal. All I’ve ever wanted to do was to get to 26 alive and with my opinion. I would build my life with Lego blocks that defy time and space. The aim was to create skyscrapers that elevated to God’s grace. I did it, February is a reference point. It’s too late now, I’ve got someone way better. Someone with vision. Someone who motivates me, who appreciates me. Take your time, differentiate me, I am no average Joe. I told you, you’ll never find anybody better than me.
antakalipa 