Feminine energy

Xhosa Queen

/ antakalipa / Leave a comment

My Xhosa Queen.

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.

Buy the great man Coffee :https://www.buymeacoffee.com/Antakalipa

Our tits, my son

/ antakalipa / Leave a comment

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.

Buy the great man Coffee :https://www.buymeacoffee.com/Antakalipa

Faith

/ antakalipa / Leave a comment

Faith

If I could just see Faith just one last time. Yes, definitely in my top 5. I met her through a friend. Easily the greatest pass of all time. Thank you mpinch, I am eternally grateful. I really needed that pass. It was difficult with Faith. I never would have gotten that close to her without my boy. It was impossible. What made Faith a mission was the fact that she didn’t live in Gomora, she came here to visit her grandparents. She was a cheese-girl. She grew up here in Gomora and that’s how my boy knew her. When they were younger, they had this kids romance thing. I first saw Faith in 2010, I remember it was game day and Argentina was playing Nigeria. Argentina won courtesy of a Heinze header in the 6th minute. I wasn’t particularly impressed with that performance. Messi or Higuain didn’t score and I expected better. After the game I went out to get some air and there I saw her. It was as if time stopped for a while, everything proceeded in slow motion. It was like I was in a Scorsese movie looking at the girl of my dreams. She was absolutely perfect. She had a million dollar body. Great ass, good thigh to ass ratio. Flat stomach, she was fit like Serena Williams. Yellow bone in complexion. She had frickles on her face. That day she had just done her hair so she was brand new. She was a stunna! I remember looking at her and thinking “Nah, not today, Argentina had a bad game. Messi didn’t score. I can’t do anything today, I am useless”. Of course, I was rationalizing the whole situation. The truth is that heartburn set in and I didn’t think I’d be able to talk to her. What was I going to say to her? After that I always thought about her, thinking about how I missed a great chance and how I’d do anything for another chance. It was a while since I saw here again, I think I saw her again after a year. I was with my boy and it was like 8pm and we saw Faith walking with her friend. I flipped, I was like “Yoh mfana, here’s this girl again”. The showoff enquired “You mean her?” and I said “Yes, do you know her”. He said “Sure, follow me.” I couldn’t believe my luck. We approached the two girls and hey what do you know he did know her. We talked and we exchanged names. Mxit was a dying technology but I knew that I’d be able to get Faith’s number indirectly through that medium. So I asked and she gave it to me. I also asked her friends number for some diversion. The whole interaction needed to be neutral. I deleted the friends number when I got home and started work on Faith. We started chatting on Mxit and it was good for a while, so we took things to the next level and went to Whatsapp. I am really not a social media guy so it was all for her. I asked to see her in the flesh and I told her that I liked her and gradually things started happening. We spent a lot of time together when she came visiting. She made my heart beat like bass. We would go on dates. It was great. On the second date I screwed up, I don’t know why I did that. I kept talking about this girl I had a crush on in Primary who attended school with her. The girl I was referring to was a stunna and Faith knew her even though she down played it. Next thing I heard was how she didn’t like how I spoke because used a lot of “Tsotsi taal” in my language like “Why don’t you speak properly?”. I was confused but I realized I was trouble like “that’s how I talk, I can’t change”. She hinted I was too ghetto for her. She started drifting away from me. The more she pulled back, the more I advanced. It didn’t look good. I came across as needy and insecure. I ended up letting her go. Lesson learned never talk about another girl when you are with a prospective. It’s a simple one, I don’t know how I missed that one. I wanted to make her insecure, it backfired; a fools failed attempt. I did some Introspection. Man, Faith was great, she was beautiful, smart, had a great sense of humor, banging body and her laugh was incredible. She made me feel like Superman every time she laughed at my jokes. She was top quality.

Buy the great man Coffee :https://www.buymeacoffee.com/Antakalipa

Koketso

/ antakalipa / Leave a comment

Koketso

I met a girl that I used to know today. Her name Koketso. I got acquainted with her in my teenage years. I was operating a shop selling high end candy. I didn’t really know her at the time but I was chilling at my shop with a friend and he was busy telling me about her. He was telling me about how she had a perfect body and how she was his girlfriend and how she fucked her. Okay that’s good, a friend getting a piece of ass is always good. Especially if it’s quality ass and it sounded like it. Naturally, I saluted him and told him that I’d like to see her some time. He responded, don’t worry, she’s always roaming the streets you’ll see her. That was a reassuring answer. I was happy with that answer. As fate would have it, she came by my store to buy candy later that afternoon. He pointed to her whispering “that’s Koketso” . I thought that was suspect behavior. He avoided eye-contact and kept his eyes on his phone the whole time. He was mute like a television set. It was like she was not his girl. It was a strange interaction. He was more scared of her. To his credit though he was telling the truth about her features, she did have a banging body. She was hot. I was impressed. After the transaction was completed and she left. I asked my boy why he didn’t talk to her. He gave me this whack explanation citing she was angry at him so I laughed at him. From what it looked like, Koketso didn’t even know who he was. I told him straight up that he was full of shit and that he was claiming. He swelled up and said he’ll show me next time. Next time came and we were by the shop. By now I knew Koketso, she was a regular customer of mine and because I always strive for raving reviews, I managed to strike up a conversation with her, she was complicit and engaged so we would always have wonderful conversations. Anyways this day she came up with her friend and my boy saw this as an opportunity to engage her to prove to me that he was not a fraud. He was flat-out ignored and the two friends continued conversing. He tried again and was halted by a “fosek wena, can’t you see we are talking”. Koketso was real like that, she didn’t shy away from telling you to “fok off”. It was brutal. After they left I laughed. Typical I thought, niggas always claiming to fuck girls they absolutely have no chance with. Koketso started coming more and more to the shop with her friend. Sometimes they would chill with me for hours while I moved product. Slowly her friend was omitted from the equation and it was just me and her. We got close and spent a lot of time together. It was great. My candy shop was generating a lot of attention. Koketso wasn’t the only one, I was popular among girls, many of them had crushes on me. It was cute but more importantly it was good for the bottomline. Still it was with Koketso that I spent a lot of time with. We never got ample time together to really connect because I wasn’t stationed in one location but today I saw her and she embraced me with a hug, we spoke for a couple of minutes, she was enthused, the chemistry is still there, the body has matured in all the right ways, she looked good. I looked at her like a slice of cake and thought “I could eat that”.

Buy the great man Coffee :https://www.buymeacoffee.com/Antakalipa

Kayla

/ antakalipa / Leave a comment

Kayla

I remember when I used to work in a call center. I hated it. It was the closest thing to slavery because I had to work 12 hours a day. Sure it was 3 days in and 3 days off but that didn’t bring me any solace – they still owned 3 days in my life, in essence they owed half of my life. But how I rationalized the whole thing was that I had to pay my fees at Varsity. See I was taking myself to school and I was focused and motivated. I had a vision. Get a job, go to school, get my degree and I am home free. Except that my arrangement wasn’t practical, I was constantly in bondage. I felt myself wither everyday. It was like I was asthmatic, I felt myself running out of air. I was cornered by everyone’s expectations. Luckily I had an escape. Her name was Kayla and she was my age. We were the youngest pair at the time. Well, technically I was the youngest because my birthday is later but she was born in the same year. Kayla was beautiful. Sure the call center had hot women but she was the hottest. She was colored, had kind eyes, slightly long hair and the most beautiful smile. She had a purity about her soul. She was radiating, almost mythical like a unicorn. She had the unique ability of charming you from a distance. You were just mesmerized by her beauty. She was soft-spoken and elegant. She was calm and reserved. She was a lady. A lot of the guys wanted her. Naturally after training, I took refuge next to her. We were supposed to pair up with experienced call center agents who would help us get settled in. Kayla herself was not that experienced, she had been working there for like 6 months. I chose the agent next to Kayla who had ample experience. I conveniently chose a counsel of women to take care of me. It was great. After a couple of weeks, I had learned everything. I took a phone right next to her. We were getting the same type of calls from customers from the same company so I thought she would be able to assist me, if I ran into some trouble. She was great, she always assisted me with a pure heart. Kayla was kind and loving. We started bonding. We shared dreams and she told me that she wanted to be a Air Hostess and travel the world in the process. I thought it was great, she had the perfect profile; beautiful, reassuring, right height, right age, good communication skills, she was perfect. We would talk all day when we were not on the phone. Me and her had a connection, we could just talk to each other and there wouldn’t be any judgments. We were emphatic towards one another. We had a mutual understanding. We liked one another. Somehow she made 12 hours seem like 9 hours, and that’s great, that’s something. People started noticing and jealously started catching on like wildfire. The older guys in the call center who were marking Kayla started being hostile towards me but it was okay, it was not under my control. Besides, I knew what it was about. I know why none of them never made progress with her. They were too aggressive and that made her defensive. Their offense game was weak. They pursued her like they were catching a train. Rapid and fast paced, there was no romance, it was a bet of who could land the hot new girl. She felt like prey, like a piece of meat, she felt objectified. None of them had a chance with her because they were too expedient. Of course, I didn’t have that problem, she liked me, a fact that made people envious. I loved the energy I got from everyone from being around her, you know, I was seen, not ignored, I was popular, cemented, legendary, I was alive and the attention validated my existence. It was not in a boastful way, it was just that, you know – natural. She was my girl. I wanted to help her get into Aviation school so I did everything I could on my side. I had websites, numbers and tuition costs and we discussed everything at great length. Nothing really crystallized but we were still really close. I had thoughts of taking her out. I looked at my budget and it really made me angry. I had to pay rent, tuition fees and buy food. The remainder of the money wasn’t enough for a good date. I also didn’t have a car so I had to think logistics. And I still couldn’t afford those Puma Ferrari shoes that I wanted. Everything compounded, I hated my job, I didn’t have time for my thoughts, school wasn’t fulfilling or challenging, I was a repressed creative, my landlord was a jerk and I couldn’t take out Kayla on a proper date. I was living what Robert Kiyosaki had warned me about, “the rat race”. This is not what Napoleon Hill taught me. I rationalized everything with school but it wasn’t enough of a motivation anymore. My reasoning was a trap. I was dying and I knew it. It was like suffocating or burning to death, it was horrific. I went for leave to really think things through and to just clear my mind. I decided; “fuck it, fuck everyone, this is my life and I’ll do what I want. I don’t need anyone’s permission to live my life. I won’t live my life with fear. Fuck Varsity, it’s trapping my life and my mind, I don’t need a piece of paper validating what I can do, I am limitless”. That’s the thing I hate about the world, we created constructs that constrict the mind from flourishing. I resigned and started doing things that I wanted like writing my screenplay, learning about Investing, starting businesses and reading books. When I left I was the best call center agent, my numbers were really good, the manager tried to get me to reconsider but it was impossible. I stopped listening to the outside world that day, I stopped trying to conform. It was the best decision of my life. 12 hours a day and I still couldn’t take Kayla out on a proper date. Why live with such lack? Surely that’s not what God intended for me.

Buy the great man Coffee :https://www.buymeacoffee.com/Antakalipa

Me, a one girl guy?

/ antakalipa / Leave a comment

Me, a one girl guy?

Me, a one girl guy?
Not my style.
I’ve got a main chick,
a mistress,
and bitches who just get dick from me.
For free.

The cookie connoisseur,
who licks what’s in between like an Oreo,
a monster,
whose reach stretches farther Sesame street, dominating the game and winning like a cheat.
Unbreakable code,
hidden like a snake in its hole,
I am in the zone,
penetrating girls to their soul.

Me, a one girl guy?
Forget it.
I get pussy like a douche,
banging from the side like bass to the sound of headboards.
The lord of seduction,
introducing my dick like induction,
construction,
building up momentum till contraptions.

Me, a one girl guy?
Please.
There’s plenty of fish in the ocean and I absorb into their skin like lotion.
In constant motion,
bewitching their hearts like a potion.
A little caution,
I terminate relations like abortion.

Me, a one girl guy?
For you?
For sure.
Interested?

Buy the great man Coffee :https://www.buymeacoffee.com/Antakalipa

Avoid stepping into a great man’s shoes

/ antakalipa / Leave a comment

Avoid stepping into a great man’s shoes.

A good friend of mine came to me because he needed some advice. I thought “Oh, okay”. I wasn’t sure I’d be able to assist because I am not the advice type. However, I am a good listener so I was pretty sure we could come up with a solution. To assist someone who needs advice, I often use the Socratic method, that is help using framing questions, this way you think that you came up with the situation on your own because you thought for yourself. It is effective because this way no judgments are cast and you don’t give awful advice. The truth is that we already know what to do and often times we just need validation from the outside world. The art of giving good advice is getting the other person to lay out all his cards and ask questions. This way the other person is reflective and your job is done. Don’t say what you think because that’s not what the other person needs, plus your judgment is flawed in any case because you are biased and are projecting – this is not about you.

I listened. He told me about how his in love with this girl whose with this other guy but it doesn’t really matter because the girl loves him and not the guy. A love triangle, I thought. He was in trouble because there’s a power struggle in this dynamic and only one person won, the one on the top. But I didn’t say this out loud, I just merely asked “How do you know that this girl loves you?”. He responded “I just know it. I see it in her eyes. We love each other, it’s always been that way. I retorted, “how do you know?”. Finally he responded “she told me so”. I shook my head not convinced. I then asked “how many years has she been with this guy?”. He responded “About 6 years”. I let that sink in a bit and there was silence for a bit. But in my mind I thought this is a irrevocable case and an attachment style has been established. His not just fighting a mutual understanding, his fighting routines and habits, poor fellow is deluded. He filled it up by saying “But it hasn’t been a smooth 6 years and they sometimes had bad fights and separated”, I responded “Everyone has a bad patch” and he countered “Yes, but not like this, he slapped her, he beats her and his a cheat”. I responded “Okay”. I continued “What do you think of doing?”. He responded “I want to get her”. I inquired “Why don’t you?”. He responded “Because of this guy”. Confused, I asked “Why? Do you know him?”. He responded, “Yes, his close”. And so I recapped his story for him like; “She loves you even though she’s still with her partner of 6 years. She’s the object of desire in this pyramid and everyone is familiar with one another?”. I stopped and the room was quiet for a while. Then he broke the silence and asked “Why doesn’t she leave him?” he was thoughtful. I remained quiet. He put me on the spot and asked what I’d do. I wanted to be neutral so I spoke about the other guy and how I respected his 6 years. To deflect the question I made a joke saying “Avoid stepping into a great man’s shoes”, that statement hit him like a snipper on the rooftop. Sorrowfully, he murmured “She’s not my girl”. I felt bad. I rolled a joint and we smoked. It was 6pm and the streets were flooded with people from work, it was peak time, prime time and Avanzas were filled to the brim on the Johnbrant street from Pan African Mall. We just sat by the side of the road and witnessed life, we were silent, we saw beautiful women walking, we saw girls who were too young but had a lot of potential, we saw children in their school uniforms walking home, we saw kids with their friends, we saw men in their overalls and boots who carried their lunch bags, just on the other street a couple of boys were playing soccer and there were roars of youthful energy, the atmosphere was vibey and busy, bells from cars and laughs from people was all we heard, cigarettes were selling like an IPO, it was beautiful and we both appreciated the scenery. Life was normal. Life was happy. Despite the cold truth, it was still a good day.

Buy the great man Coffee :https://www.buymeacoffee.com/Antakalipa

Illest motherfuckers alive

/ antakalipa / Leave a comment

Illest motherfuckers alive

A friend of mine was celebrating the success of a business project he was working on. It’s all about profit and he had plenty. Naturally I was happy for him and I bought chronic so we can celebrate. I went to his house at about 11am the next day. He was with his girlfriend, they were just chilling watching a movie. I gave him the weed because he rolls better joints. He rolled a great joint and the three of us smoked. The munchies hit so we went to go buy food. Her girlfriend stayed behind. We got 3 large pizzas, snacks and something to drink. Then we headed to the liquor store. He asked what we were drinking and I replied “Bombay Sapphire” but he wanted “Hennessey”, so we bought them both. We got back to his place and his girlfriend was now with one of her friends. The friend was hot. Her complexion was in between, she had natural hair and a slim figure. I was encouraged, luckily I got R100 weed. It was a lot of weed. I didn’t know what was her plans but I didn’t want her to leave. I mean this way the numbers added up, 2 for 2, it was perfect. So I suggested we play some music, to create a mood, a vibe and so we did. I gave the ladies the task of playing the music because I wanted to be accomodative to the friend. We had Bombay, Hennessey, Chronic and Pizza. They played hip-hop music. Another joint was rolled and we smoked before we ate Pizza. It was a good Tuesday afternoon. When they were done playing their music they suggested somebody else play. It was a chilled afternoon and everyone was taking it easy with some Bombay and Hennessey. I choose an album that could reflect that luxury ambiance, “Watch the Throne” by Jay -Z & Kanye West. It was a good choice, a classic and everyone in the room was familiar with it. We drank and made memories, everyone was happy. Then the music stopped playing after the 12th song “Why I Love You”. We all knew what the problem was. The album was still playing and it was on it’s 13th song “Illest motherfuckers alive” – the song is silent for the first 3 minutes of the song, after the 3 minutes, it’s audible again and the album resumes. My friend asked for my phone to fast forward to the part were everything comes alive again. I responded “No, wait for them, be patient. They are Billionaires. They can do whatever they like”. The hot friend was amused with my response and she backed me up. So we sat in silence for 3 minutes waiting for Jay -Z & Kanye West; it was worth it.

Buy the great man Coffee :https://www.buymeacoffee.com/Antakalipa

Fifa

/ antakalipa / Leave a comment

Fifa

An acquaintance was hosting a little business circle, a circle were entrepreneurs met and connected. Like a zoom meeting or a stokvel for business in the sense that everybody was familiar with one another. It was occasional and the people in the group were kind of his team. It wasn’t an open invitation but if you wanted to invite someone to the gathering, you could, provided they are bright enough. It was exclusive but not quite. It was controlled like an experiment. As always I was the youngest in the room. We talked business, Investments, totalitarian regimes, the fourth industrial revolution and A.I. It was wonderful. Plus the food was great and that’s just everything! Later in the day, his son came back from wherever he was with his girlfriend. I didn’t know the son but wait a minute, on closer inspection, I knew the girlfriend. Our eyes met and she recognized me too. It was Mpho, she grew up before my eyes. I was like a big brother to her. I went to her and embraced her with a hug. She was enthused to see me. I introduced myself to her boyfriend. He was a good guy, well groomed and well mannered like his father. He came from money too so that helps. He made himself at home while I conversed with Mpho. He didn’t like how I was familiar with his girlfriend. He didn’t say anything but you could sense the energy and his vibe. It didn’t help that Mpho was drop dead gorgeous. He wanted to cut me down to size and the avenue just didn’t present itself. Luckily for him something came up, his little brother was playing Fifa in his room, he saw this as an opportunity. He is younger so I understand his choice, talking about business and investments would disadvantage him. He came to me with my engagements with Mpho and asked for a game. I was hesitant. Firstly, I hadn’t played in a while and I was there for his father not him. He persisted saying “His dad won’t mind, one game won’t kill anybody” he continued “all these games are the same, as long as you can pass and shoot, you’ll be okay”, I accepted. We went to his little brother’s room and Mpho followed. He had Fifa 20. The first game I picked Bayern Munich and he picked Manchester City. I beat him 3-0 and let him watch my celebrations and highlights. I did this on purpose, I wanted to break him down psychologically. After the second goal Mpho started cheering for me and abandoned his boyfriend. It was not going according to script, I was embarrassing him. He pleaded for a rematch but this time with different teams. I could sense the urgency and desperation in his tone of voice and so I obliged him. A man deserves a chance to redeem himself. Beating him would be difficult this time around because he was determined. Plus it wasn’t like the first game was a total mismatch, he had a lot of great chances, he had more shots and more possession. I won because of a superior game-plan, I played counter-attacking football and had Manuel Neuer – that wins you games. For his do-or-die game he picked Real Madrid. I would deploy more or less the same tactics so I chose Atletico Madrid. Atleti had one of my favorite strikers in Diego Costa and of course the impenetrable Jan Oblak. He scored two quick-fire goals in the first 25 minutes but I wasn’t concerned, I knew that I’d score at least 1 goal and that’s enough, I don’t need to prove myself to this young boy. Felix got on the scoresheet and Diego Costa equalized before half-time. His early confidence disappeared like an illusion. He knew he was in trouble. He knew I had the upper hand and the momentum was with me. In the second half I scored 3 more goals without reply and won the game 5-2. He now respects me.

Buy the great man Coffee :https://www.buymeacoffee.com/Antakalipa

I don’t understand women

/ antakalipa / Leave a comment

I don’t understand women

I don’t understand women. I tried but it’s too difficult. Maybe my mind is not meant to keep such data. Don’t get me wrong, I can get a woman to bed. That’s not a problem, that’s easy, it is as effortless as breathing. It’s engrained in the human psyche, it is a evolutionary trait, my ancestors could do it, Apes can do it – in fact most life forms can. That’s how nature refreshes things, reproduction. So sex is not really special, not in the grander scale of the Universe. All of life engages in it. It is a requisite for sustaining life. It is elementary to life. No one really has an upper hand because anybody can be seduced. Life is not sex it is a byproduct of sex. Sex is not the goal of life. So you see getting a girl into bed is not difficult. In fact she wants it, she’s programmed by genetics, evolution and other invisible things that constitute and make up reality. Sex is natural so she sees through all your facades, deceptions and ego trips. In fact she encourages everything and plays you like Fifa to score, to get laid. She is using you. A spin to the narrative that men use women for sex. That’s not true, women want sex just as much as men. Man has penis and woman has vagina, we need each other. We are complimentary, YingYang. My intention is to ommit sex out of this picture but I don’t think I can. Simply because I think it’s this sexual orientation that makes girls difficult to understand. Little girls are taught from a very young age that they are “special”, that they are “the prize”. This is enforced through television, music, books, movies and popular culture as a whole. By the time they are able to use Facebook they see this playing out. They get millions of inboxes from guys seeking out their attention and it plays to the narrative that they are indeed “the prize” because it gives them the power to qualify men like; “I’d rather go out with Steve because he has a car, Kevin doesn’t”. Women always want the best pick, the best that they can possibly get. They do this subconsciously and unconsciously but this holds true also for men. Men qualify women based on their looks and certain features they find appealing. These are important considerations for the offspring. Women also do the same but the most important thing for them is competence like; can he take care of me, can he provide for the family? So is their thought process derived from possessions? Are women bloodsuckers? I don’t know but the hypothesis that they are is incomplete because another girl might go out with Kevin dispite the fact that he doesn’t have a car, if you tick the other boxes like competence, confidence and emotional stability, possessions and materials might not be a factor. So it has to be their thought pattern, neuroscience. This is definitely not about psychology. For one Psychology is a science, it is Universal, there might be different cases but the applications and solutions to these cases are more or less the same. Two, Sigmund Freud the godfather of psychology professed to not understand women, he didn’t understand their motivations and why they do what they do. It amazes me because Freud was an intelligent guy, he had all these theories and is a major contributor to field of psychology. But when it came to the motivations and actions of women, he shot blanks. I ask myself what chance do I have, if Freud also didn’t understand. I am not smarter than Freud. I like Neurosciences attempt at understanding women. In a nutshell, it says that everything in a woman’s head is connected, whereas things in men’s head are in compartments, in boxes that you open one at a time and close when you done. Man is more direct and derives his meaning from solving problems. Whereas woman is confused. For woman, “Yes” can mean “No” and “No” can mean “Yes”. They use doublespeak like it’s 1984.This analogy explains the unpredictable nature of women. Sometimes they are volitile and erratic like a Tsunami causing destruction and hell, other times they are calm like the ocean at night. Its difficult to understand women because it requires a lot of attention, something that isn’t a strong point for men. To tell you the truth, I don’t think women even understand themselves. That’s why they always need to talk, to explore and crystallize their thoughts. Women talk about everything and this gives them solice. Still, I think they are closer to the source. I think they are closer to God. They are used more by God to effect changes. My reasoning comes from the work of Carl Jung with his work on the unconscious. Women do things more unconsciously, whereas man is more reflexive, by this I mean man is always trying to instill order. Man is more active, whereas woman is passive – woman just is. This gives her the permission to cause chaos and watch on the sidelines. It gives her the opportunity to be spontaneous. Woman is the accident murderer who doesn’t remember what she did. This explains mans urge to subconsciously please woman. This would explain the million inboxes she gets on her socials. Woman has options because the world reacts to her. That’s a powerful realization. Maybe man is not meant to understand woman. Science has deluded man into thinking that he is God. Perhaps not knowing and not being able to understand is what makes everything worthwhile. Just maybe uncertainty is good, it certainly keeps everyone on their feet.

Buy the great man Coffee :https://www.buymeacoffee.com/Antakalipa