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Our tits, my son

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Our tits, my son.

My son got born earlier in the morning and I am ecstatic. He is a gift from my ancestors and the Universe. I treasure him. He is my gold in a world that’s been digitized; valuable, tangible, priceless. It’s like falling in love for the first time, I am in la, la, land, heaven, a place of pure bliss devoid of the construct of time. I’ve never felt love quite like this, it’s like I am floating on butterflies through the clouds of the light blue sky. He makes me believe in miracles. There is a God, – he is proof, a blessing. I am thankful and grateful for this opportunity. I will teach him everything I know with an open heart and a lot of love. I will guide him. Help strengthen him to make sure he is the great man destiny intended. I’ll teach him about business and wealth creation. I was lucky I was broke and built an empire out of nothing. Being broke is experiencing your own mortality, it is being vulnerable and helpless to effect change or influence outside stimuli, that’s why I worked so hard to be rich, to have the illusion of immortality, to be invincible. You’ll be invincible from the start, girls are going to be sending you pictures captioned “you could tear this up”- I don’t know if it’s a good thing or a bad thing. I’ll teach him about the importance of having an inner scorecard and not one based on external factors. Don’t claim to be anyone you’re not. Love yourself unconditionally. Respect everyone and beware of placing too much value on material things because they end up owning you, depriving you of your peace and happiness. When you say you are going to do something, do it, no excuses, be a man of your word my son. I’ll teach him about girls and women. True, they are an enigma and I don’t know much about their motivations and thought patterns. They are truly a strange species, unpredictable, highly volitile, sometimes unstable, frightening and devastating like a natural disaster. They are difficult to assess and understand, maybe they really are from Venus and us from Mars, it would certainly explain why it’s inhospitable for man; too much chaos presided, women can’t co-exist with one another and I don’t mean to boast but man is returning to Mars. Mars is a great place filled giant screens that showcase football and other sports daily, the home of Elon Musk, Richard Branson and Jeff Bezos, a place of sport cars and super sleek, fast Teslas, pool tables, infinite alcohol and drugs, no tough decisions, no responsibilities and no circumstances. A place of Goodfellas like Scorsese and De Niro but no death, just collaboration, a brotherhood and positive energy.

But in planet Earth, women are useful as you will soon experience. For one they register and process large quantities of data faster and more efficiently. This is important in the matters of life and death, you need a strong counsel. The trick is just to love and accept them as they are, don’t try to understand them or assert your will on them, understand that disaster might strike at anytime and accept reality for what it is – I think that’s what God intended. Just love them because even with all their uncertainties, they are the most valuable species in the whole Universe, they make life worthwhile, they are the nurturers of life. I’ll give you all the information I’ve attained from my interactions with them. I suggest you seek consultation from other wise men who will also share their experiences and knowledge, this will give you a more wholistic picture. I can’t guarantee concise data regarding women my son, no man can, we are from Mars and they are from Venus.

Of course, there’s this issue of the Oedipus Complex. I suspect there will be some hostility between me and you. You want to possess your mother (my woman) and you are rightly entitled to her. I won’t oppose you son, for the first few months, she is all yours. I will refrain from all acts of jealousy. I know you will appreciate those tits more than anything in the world. Your father is a genius, a visionary and I chose those tits for you. I qualified and discarded a lot of applicants for you to have those perfect tits. That’s my early gift to you because I love you so much. Enjoy them, take your time, don’t rush to get old, drive slow and enjoy the scenery and sensations. Those are our tits, my son, at least for now.

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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.

Baywatch

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Baywatch

I’m leaking out content, Imma be okay, sitting by the bay watching my influence compound, faster than the speed of sound, my greatness is bound. I am a creative mastermind. I am the best in the world. Classic like Converse, multifaceted and diverse. Most consistent, recurring like a nightmare that’s persistent. Best charisma, exuding presence and power like Alibaba without the Jack Ma. Swagger off the charts. Mr. Never Change and constantly expanding on these parts. I am consciousness, have the enthusiasm of Pamela Anderson on Baywatch, the body yelling Bae watch, tities voluptuous and bouncy you just gotta watch, stock increasing to surprise market watch. Listen, allocate your winnings in an investment that will double your principal, don’t just blow it, don’t change your lifestyle, for what, for who? Pink Cadillac’s aren’t recession proof, gold and art is. Real Estate, Stocks, Land and yourself is. Build something for yourself in the guise of a business. Flashing, that’s what got people killed in a Scorsese movie, splurging on mink coats like a newbie, I mean “what’s a matter with you”, carelessness is a vice and you’ll get what’s due, be prepared to meet your maker cause you on the queue, told you to keep it on the low now your future is doom. Be a Goodfella and take your time, delay gratification and you will ultimately flourish. Slow and steady, you’ll ultimately be rich. Compound interest brings everything together like a stitch and you’ll have the power to light up the world like a switch. Have quality, stay focused and avoid duality. Be diversified and wholesome. Be positive and positive things will happen, this is basic universal law, things slice at the swing of a sword, cause and effect, we are energies and we have an aura, we attract like-minded individuals in our maps. And well the same goes for negative energy too, if you fall you might not come back too soon. Choose wisely, educate yourself and stay on course. The fast lane will only make you a corpse. Keep on improving and make the best out of everything, ultimately it’s your thoughts that color in what you see. When you look at your life do you like what you see? Do you have quality? Do you have the stamina to stay on the frequency of your dreams. Ask yourself the right things. Understand what makes people tick, know the game of power. Elevate to the top with grace and never be sour, ensure the people on the ground are with you in all the hours. Then we win, everything is ours. Sitting by the bay watching my influence scale past towers.

UFAL

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UFAL

A friend called me from Dubai, it was treating him well but it was time to relocate to his homestead, you know the saying “there’s no place like home”. He had plans, he was thinking of a farming enterprise, I am talking about poultry, eggs and fresh produce like spinach and cabbage. He was also going to revolutionize the industry. For every item bought, there would be free delivery. Doesn’t sound like much now but he’d be the exception in his homeland of Limpopo. Limpopo is a rural area and the tempo of life is slow, to get your fresh vegetables you had to go to the local merchant, an inconvenience because in some areas shops are miles ahead. There’s also the case of the demographic in Limpopo, elderly people like grandparents lived there. Having farm fresh produce delivered at their doorsteps would be highly advantageous for them and they would appreciate the service. To make life even better, he was thinking of having an app built to satisfy the orders of the business. You could also order from the website, via sms or send a “please call me” and we will get back to you. I told him that I thought it was a great idea, well thought off with a lot of empathy. In my mindseye I pictured Amazon and drones, I saw fulfillment centers, I thought it had real potential. He proposed that I be his partner for the enterprise, “50/50 but you’d have to relocate to Limpopo for a while” he said. It was an opportunity and the prospect of building something so beautiful and meaningful thrilled me and so I accepted.

We started work, we had a ‘bakkie’ or van (Hyundai H100) and more than 100 hectares of land that needed to be cleared up. We bought logs and a fence to secure the perimeter. The enterprise was still in its infancy so we did the labor ourselves with the aid of two locals. We also cleared a small portion of land so that there would be entrance. We bought gates and installed them. A third member joined us, his name Tumelo but we just called him Stumza. He lived in the area and was the uncle of my partner, Kalushi but they were the same age, born on the same year. Stumza was a great asset, he was smart, creative, resourceful, had high levels of emotional intelligence, a lot of enthusiasm, knew the locals, a prominent member in the community and worked exceedingly hard. He was the perfect guy. Stumza could start and maintain a fire with minimum resources and it would last for the whole night or for when we needed to cook, heat water for bathing or just to keep us warm. To be fair Kalushi was equally equipped and he was a great cook. He cooked with a lot of love and care, his food was hearty and delicious. They were both necessary and essential for when we slept in the bushes.

We cleared a bit of land and called the borehole guys to drill up water but first we had to get the capital because the company was cash strapped considering the investments made already. We drew up a prospectus for investors offering them a share of the profits on 20 hectares of land. It worked and we had enough money for the borehole. In our area, one would get water at around 30 meters so we budgeted for 50 meters. The guys drilled past the 30 meter and still no water. Okay, that’s fine we made provisions for this, we told them to carry on. 65 meters and there was still no water and our budget was already inflated so we abandoned the mission, we simply didn’t have enough money. We consulted with a rehab center that was closeby and they had a borehole, they told us that they got water at 110 meters, almost double what we budgeted for, we were thunderstruck. Had we known beforehand, we would have invested the money wisely or asked more money from our investors. Our sources misled us, our Intel was false, we threw away all our money in a 65 meter well. Luckily we had something in the form of capital, not a lot or sufficient but something. With the capital we had, we shifted our attention on poultry houses. We built a 600 bird structure ourselves and in a couple of days commenced growing 400 chickens. For 6 weeks we lived at the bushes at the farm taking care of our investment. One dreadful day, after we had grown them and they were ripe, they were stolen. See, we were in a celebratory mood because we were done with our last cycle, the chickens looked good and were ready for the market. We hadn’t had a decent bath in days, so we left the farm for a while to refresh ourselves, it was well deserved. In an opportunistic move, some locals saw that as a sign and drove to the farm to steal over 300 chickens. When we returned to the farm we were distraught at what we saw. At least they didn’t steal all the chickens, it was a merciful steal, we still had 70 chickens, not enough to do anything. The stress was unbearable for my partner as he was pouring in his own money for the enterprise and it was not bearing any fruit, just disappointments. He also had to think about everyone, we hadn’t been paid in years and time was not slowing down. Fear won. He lost faith in the enterprise and enrolled to finish his studies as a teacher. I came back to Gauteng with nothing, as a loser, a failure, with nothing to show for my efforts and people were laughing behind my back. Certain family members exhibited schadenfreude. It was brutal, I had to move in back with my mother in her 3 room house, all the rooms were taken so I had to sleep on the floor with couch pouches serving as aids as I laid on the cold concreate floor, added thick blankets to improve the width and comfort, a couple of months later I graduated to the uncomfortable miniature couch that had me sleeping in one position the whole night with my legs and feet hanging in the air because there was no support and the space was constricted and confined, I slept like I was in a cacoon but it was not warm and accommodating but it did incubate my spirit, it was humiliating, at least I was young. Stumza found employment at the local retail store and Kalushi became a primary school teacher – he was the only one with a solid Plan B and he pushed the button, the captain who abandoned his ship.

There’s no hostility in my tone of words, on the contrary, I understand, we did everything imaginable, we gave everything to the process, we asked assistance from the government and other organizations and the response was mute, we got promises of assistance but they were void, no one helped. We did everything except to show patience, keep persisting and trust in the process and to be honest, what’s a business enterprise without those three ingredients? Let the record show that I didn’t give in, I was pushed out by inactivity, negativity and smear campaigns against my name. Even against that, I wanted to continue because the vision was above any one person. Kalushi was smart enough to have a button to push, I admire that. I don’t want or need any buttons to push, I have no ambition of working 9-5, that’s how you survive, I am not trying to survive, I want to thrive. I wish all the best to Kalushi and Stumza, maybe one day our dreams will metastasize but if not, UFAL was almost something beautiful. It still could be, maybe I was the problem and now that we live in different provinces you could execute the vision without me. I am willing to relinquish my 20% percent ownership stake if it means the success of the enterprise, after all 20% of nothing is still nothing and we invested way too much for it to amount to nothing.

Possible Collaboration

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Possible Collaboration

Good day

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.

I appreciate your time, thank you.

For blog, screenplay and 2 self-published books:
https://antakalipa.wordpress.com

Wisdoms chats Youtube:
https://m.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLDivBjG9F8aAnwdZkkUdPsDBZu0Imt0TT

Wisdoms Chat Facebook:
https://m.facebook.com/pg/wisdomschats/posts/?ref=page_internal&mt_nav=0

For my two EPs:
https://soundcloud.com/user-650581962?ref=clipboard

EPs on Youtube:
https://m.youtube.com/channel/UCrbltm4OK_2163p7hA7_Pww

Facebook profile: Essays, poems and scripts
https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100009768994686

Best regards
Thabiso Shingwenyana

Antakalipaa@gmail.com
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Kalushi, my brother

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Kalushi, my brother

I would do anything for Kalushi, he is my blood brother. There’s so much to say, the things we saw and experienced together many people would ascribe to as fiction. Frankly I have a tough time believing our experiences. Just maybe it is fiction or just a dream. Still we had a lot of fun, I wouldn’t trade the experiences for anything. Obviously I can’t cover everything but I’ll provide a highlight reel.

The story starts with feminine energy, I was in Grade 9 and I saw this girl who blew me away. She was in Grade 8, yellow-bone, pretty and perfect tits. Her name Mapule, she was top quality. But I just admired from a distance. My life was in shambles and I was depressed and sad. My parents got a divorce and they played me like a chess piece. It wasn’t fair, I was objectified like a piece of meat. They were like kids, they couldn’t handle their problems like adults. How can you use your kid for nefarious ends? I didn’t allow it though, I saw through all their mental games and their attempts to control me. I chose to distance myself and venture out into the unknown. I became an adult at a very young age. I came back to Alex and I was separated from my brother, sister and my mother who was pregnant at the time. From Kempton Park they moved to Olifantsfontein and we didn’t even have a number to connect. Months elapsed and still no contact. Everything seemed so final like I would never see them again. I was sad and depressed and it reflected with my image and my results at school. That year, in the first term I failed 6 out of 9 subjects. I failed because of inactivity, I didn’t have the will anymore, I just didn’t care. Thank God for FC Barcelona and Lionel Messi, literally they were the only thing that made me happy. My eyes sparkled when Messi had the ball on his feet and my spirits were lifted. Every weekend for 2 hours, I was happy. Pep Guardiola and Messi never disappointed me, they gave me pride. I even watched Real Madrid games and that season Gonzalo Higuain and Ronaldo were on fire. Manuel Pellegrini had a really good team and they played beautiful football, they pushed us to the end securing 98 pts while Barca won the league with 99 pts, to this day I don’t understand why he was sacked. Soccer provided an escape from the world that I desperately needed, it was a remedy for my broken heart that was shattered to pieces. At school Miss Nkabinde got ahold of my results and she was concerned. She knew me from my days in Grade 8 where she taught us Life Orientation and she always thought I was bright. She scheduled counseling for me and through that I got to reflect. I realized the seriousness of everything, before this I had never failed in my life. I had to be accountable for the failure. I took it in and I promised myself that I’d be better for the second term. On a positive note, my mother gave birth and she made contact so I can see my little brother, it was at a private hospital in Kempton Park so after school I went there and he was so small, I held him in my arms and I was happy again.

I started the second term more focused, I needed to redeem myself for myself. I was still living in Gomora but things were better now, I was now in contact with my mother and slowly we mended our relationship. I also saw my brother and sister again, something that gave me life. I was still contemplating changing schools though. I enquired at Sandringham High and it looked like my next destination. I wanted to change schools, Rhodesfield was a technical school and I wanted a normal school because I was artistic in nature. Still I didn’t fully commit to changing schools. I did well in the second term and I was lively again. My Grades improved, I was a man on a mission. I decided to live with my mother and siblings in Olifantsfontein for a while and you won’t believe what I saw! Mapule, the hot yellow-bone with perfect tits. I took that as a sign, I hadn’t made my move with her before because I was troubled but now everything was perfect. I talked to her and I got her number. We communicated on Mxit and she was completely complicit. We were on the same wavelength. We would meet at the park and have discussions that lasted an eternity. Still I didn’t force things, I was getting my life back together and I had to pull the strings slowly for maximum output. I passed the second term and redeemed myself in my eyes. Mapule moved on with some guy and I remember thinking “Yes, that guy is good for Mapule. It’s okay, you didn’t lose it just wasn’t meant to be”. They looked good together and at least Mapule was still a friend. This guy made me feel good, he had a aura that was familiar to me, he was in 9B, neat guy, his shoes were always shining, Red Mountain bag and was affectionately known by his peers as “Mbazo” – that’s a good nickname.

The next year I decided on staying on as opposed to moving to Sandringham High. I was now in the same class as “Mbazo”, his real name Kalushi Mkhonto. My Instincts were correct, he was a great guy. He was a smart guy, well articulated and got good grades. He was always in the top 5 of achievers in most subjects and sat at the first row in Physics class. In fact he was always the guy who rivaled me in English class. I would always get A’s on all my essays and speeches and it was the same thing with him. Our energies gravitated towards each other and we became good friends. We were in the same team that created the OPI concert and I nominated him to be the Headboy of the school. I genuinely believed he was the perfect guy for the job. In the end he lost out because he wasn’t a kiss ass.

I created a lot with Kalushi. I suffered a lot with Kalushi. I have a lot of memories with Kalushi. We started KOSP together alongside Kay of course. KOSP was beautiful. We started an online radio station. We started a soccer team together. We started a farm together. We lived with each other for years building for a future that was only in our eyes. We know everything about each other, we know each other’s mothers, we formed a genuine brotherhood. Kalushi taught me a lot. Kalushi is smart, creative, passionate, generous, ambitious, has great taste in music and just an overall great guy. I love Kalushi, he is my blood brother forever!

PS. Thank you for the Yezzys and all the times you accompanied me to Mokopane so I can purchase a stand to build a home. Thank you for the time you gave me R3500 from the goodness of your heart so that I can continue online trading. Thank you for the Cassio watch and HP Laptop. Thank you for everything. I appreciate you and all our adventures. Spirit homeboy!

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No favors

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No favors

I don’t need no favors from anybody. I don’t owe anybody a favor. Everything is lined up for the taking. Take your free lunch with, I am packed. I don’t need no handouts. Some of yal are too entitled. Relax, you ain’t help with shit. I don’t waste my time with niggas, I just set my price and live my life. If you serious we can talk business just don’t waste my time. Some of yal are good with the dice, you take chances. Know your story chief, I am not doing a job with accident murders. Quitting on the mission is not an option neither, this is death ground strategy, stay strapped. Don’t surrender alive, that’s the way of the warrior!

I don’t need no favors, let’s collaborate on something that is mutually beneficial. Enough with the naivete, we not children, we are not doing this because we “like” each other. Let’s discuss terms, roles and profit share. Let’s be professionals, everything else is secondary.

I don’t need no favors from anybody. I don’t owe anybody a favor. I am winning in either case, everything is lined up for the taking.

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Our tits, my son

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Our tits, my son.

My son got born earlier in the morning and I am ecstatic. He is a gift from my ancestors and the Universe. I treasure him. He is my gold in a world that’s been digitized; valuable, tangible, priceless. It’s like falling in love for the first time, I am in la, la, land, heaven, a place of pure bliss devoid of the construct of time. I’ve never felt love quite like this, it’s like I am floating on butterflies through the clouds of the light blue sky. He makes me believe in miracles. There is a God, – he is proof, a blessing. I am thankful and grateful for this opportunity. I will teach him everything I know with an open heart and a lot of love. I will guide him. Help strengthen him to make sure he is the great man destiny intended. I’ll teach him about business and wealth creation. I was lucky I was broke and built an empire out of nothing. Being broke is experiencing your own mortality, it is being vulnerable and helpless to effect change or influence outside stimuli, that’s why I worked so hard to be rich, to have the illusion of immortality, to be invincible. You’ll be invincible from the start, girls are going to be sending you pictures captioned “you could tear this up”- I don’t know if it’s a good thing or a bad thing. I’ll teach him about the importance of having an inner scorecard and not one based on external factors. Don’t claim to be anyone you’re not. Love yourself unconditionally. Respect everyone and beware of placing too much value on material things because they end up owning you, depriving you of your peace and happiness. When you say you are going to do something, do it, no excuses, be a man of your word my son. I’ll teach him about girls and women. True, they are an enigma and I don’t know much about their motivations and thought patterns. They are truly a strange species, unpredictable, highly volitile, sometimes unstable, frightening and devastating like a natural disaster. They are difficult to assess and understand, maybe they really are from Venus and us from Mars, it would certainly explain why it’s inhospitable for man; too much chaos presided, women can’t co-exist with one another and I don’t mean to boast but man is returning to Mars. Mars is a great place filled giant screens that showcase football and other sports daily, the home of Elon Musk, Richard Branson and Jeff Bezos, a place of sport cars and super sleek, fast Teslas, pool tables, infinite alcohol and drugs, no tough decisions, no responsibilities and no circumstances. A place of Goodfellas like Scorsese and De Niro but no death, just collaboration, a brotherhood and positive energy.

But in planet Earth, women are useful as you will soon experience. For one they register and process large quantities of data faster and more efficiently. This is important in the matters of life and death, you need a strong counsel. The trick is just to love and accept them as they are, don’t try to understand them or assert your will on them, understand that disaster might strike at anytime and accept reality for what it is – I think that’s what God intended. Just love them because even with all their uncertainties, they are the most valuable species in the whole Universe, they make life worthwhile, they are the nurturers of life. I’ll give you all the information I’ve attained from my interactions with them. I suggest you seek consultation from other wise men who will also share their experiences and knowledge, this will give you a more wholistic picture. I can’t guarantee concise data regarding women my son, no man can, we are from Mars and they are from Venus.

Of course, there’s this issue of the Oedipus Complex. I suspect there will be some hostility between me and you. You want to possess your mother (my woman) and you are rightly entitled to her. I won’t oppose you son, for the first few months, she is all yours. I will refrain from all acts of jealousy. I know you will appreciate those tits more than anything in the world. Your father is a genius, a visionary and I chose those tits for you. I qualified and discarded a lot of applicants for you to have those perfect tits. That’s my early gift to you because I love you so much. Enjoy them, take your time, don’t rush to get old, drive slow and enjoy the scenery and sensations. Those are our tits, my son, at least for now.

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Billionaires are getting divorced

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Billionaires are getting divorced

Billionaires are getting divorced, it’s happening everywhere! It’s started getting mainstream when the world’s richest man, Jeff Bezos got one. He parted away with 4% of Amazon, it’s no big deal, still retained his position at the helm. Made his ex one of the richest woman in the world with that divorce. Ladies, you gotta pick em right. You have options, align them with plan A as the best but have a strong plan B and C. Then Kanye West got one. Kim Kardashian is herself a Billionaire so the divorce process will be smooth, plus prenuptial agreements were signed, I feel this was a great business agreement. The two brands were great together, Kanye West and Kim Kardashian – Kimye, that is amazing! Elon Musk and Charlie Munger have been divorced at least 2 times son. Steve Jobs could have had one if he lived longer, I am almost certain; there’s no ways Steve Jobs doesn’t get a divorce. Even the greatest man in the world, Warren Buffet had some problems; but he didn’t divorce, that would disgrace his name. They made it into a business-like agreement, they were cordial with one another, but the wife left him, things worked out perfectly for both parties as they both self-actualized and lived fulfilled lives. Classic Warren Buffet, a winner in any case, a natural winner, even when he loses he wins; his wife put a younger woman to look after his needs since she lived on the other side of the world, it was someone she trusted, someone with credibility, someone with the right values, someone who could fit into Warren’s tempament like a glove, someone functional and valuable. Just recently Bill Gates got a divorce. Wasteful, Bill didn’t learn from Warren. But let me not blame him, it’s just the climate, Billionaires are getting divorced. Zuckerberg, the world’s waiting for your divorce, no pressure.

Why is this happening? Is it a business transaction? Is it love? Is it happiness and fulfillment? Is it the human touch? It’s tough being in a relationship with a Billionaire. They are so charged-up like a red bull, bullish and long on the next wave like Stochastic.

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Sean and Lerato

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Sean & Lerato

Once upon a time a man named Sean fell in love with a girl named Lerato. It was love at first sight, he fell instantly in love with Lerato. She was pretty, kindhearted, witty and intelligent. Sean knew that Lerato was the one. Lerato was perfect and well, Sean wasn’t much of a hit with the ladies. Lerato was indifferent to Sean. She found him arrogant for some reason. She had no interest in Sean whatsoever. Besides, she was already taken. This was doomed from the start. This did not deter Sean and he proceeded on wooing Lerato’s father. Realistically, this was his best shot. Lerato’s father liked Sean, he was smart, sensible and knew a lot about Business and the Stock Market. He and Sean would have wonderful conversations about business that lasted an eternity. Lerato got accustomed to seeing Sean around. Things started changing inside of her. She grew fonder. Lerato’s dad wasn’t a fan of her daughters partner and that worked well in Sean’s favor. As fate would have it, Sean would go on to marry Lerato and together they have three wonderful children.

I love that indirect approach. Go after the girl’s father – have a strategy and be patient. Be consistent and persistent. All of life is a game, choose avenues that give you consistent payoffs. A point everyday is better than 3 points sometimes. Strive for incremental value. Volitility is dangerous because it is not measured and the risks can take you out of the game. Keep moving, collect your point, take small bites, in the end you will win the game; it’s a certainty, things compound overtime. Have a holistic and elevated perspective. It doesn’t really matter what the other guy does, if your plan is better and rooted in reality, you will win. This is true genius.

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