Every second, minute, breath, moment is a chance at creation. You just have to push yourself against the world. If you do it frequent enough with zeal, aggression, hunger, determination and a lot of effort cracks will emerge and then it’s easier from there onwards. At first the world will be this hard concrete wall erected on a skyscrapers foundation and you will run headfirst into the wall with no avail. You will feel that your efforts were in vain. You will be so wrong. It’s just operant conditioning – with the Universe as BF Skinner structuring and molding you for future greatness. You will know to wear a helmet next time. There’s only one rule in the Universe – don’t ever give up. Don’t you ever do it! You can rest for a minute and gather your thoughts but follow it up with a movement even if you crawl or roll – keep moving forward! The world is seduction and seduction occurs over a period of time. Take your time. The life of expedience is not the answer, pursue a life of meaning. The fundamental law of seduction is that your target, goal, victim should give you a tough time, it should reject you – that’s when you know that you have struck gold. Keep pushing forward and your goals will attract like a magnet. You are too good, keep on go farther, hero.
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!
I have R100 and it has to serve me for the whole month. I need to be intelligent and allocate the capital in avenues that will deliver consistent payoffs. I need to stretch time and survive by the day. That’s the most in important thing, survival. Here’s my plan; buy brown bread from Shoprite, it costs R5 and then divide the bread for 3 days. White bread is expensive, it costs R9. Then buy “Crack a snack” 50 pack, it costs R30. Water is free, so that’s great. What I have left over is R65. My nigga Thato Katane, (great guy with enthusiasm and gratitude) showed me a couple of places where I can buy chips for R5. Imagine that R5! So cost effective, so economical. So practical and effective for when you are in survival mode. Salute mpinch ya ka, I love you and respect you, genuinely, thank you for all that you have taught me, I have internalized everything in my subconscious mind and some lessons form part of my persona; you’re my brother forever. You are the realest person I know and I appreciate you. When you first heard my music, you marveled and said I was talented, you were the first to see it, you made me feel good. Thank you. God bless you, may he grant you your hearts desires. But I digress. The product is great too. One place in particular, 6th Avenue, Johnbrant. I feel a bit guilty buying there because the chef adds so much value to those potatoes. He adds his time and expertise. Man, I hope the shop is profitable, the service and product helps so many people. God bless the shops that are serving people in that capacity, you guys are God sent. Anyways, I’ll buy a packet of chips every two weeks on a Tuesday – that’s R10. My Tuesdays are usually busy and so I have to be on my game. Every two weeks on Tuesdays will be my days when I ball out and spoil myself. This is good for morale; you cannot understate or underestimate the importance of morale, it is everything. That will leave me with R50. I bought a packet of chips this week when I bought bread and “Crack a snacks”. With R50 I can buy 10 loaves of bread during the course of the month. And because I only buy a loaf every three days, I have a good chance to make it through the month. That’s so positive. That’s great. Thank you God for keeping me going. Thank you Universe for this moment, this opportunity to grow and be better. We push, we stretch, we fight harder, in the end we will make it. Freedom is a state of being. We live life without any fears, we can take on anything. Our strength and confidence comes from within and so we are able to navigate this world effortlessly and conquer. We bend and distort reality to our liking. We never compromise on our values. We are consistent. Our victory is a mathematical certainty.
I need new haters, the ones I have now love me. WTF?! That is not in the contract but I didn’t check the fine print. What am I going to do? I can’t cope without my haters. I need haters, they are my reflection of the world and they help gauge my perceived greatness. They are usually the first people to see my flaws, they help me get better. I am honestly worried. Am I falling off? Don’t I make them insecure anymore? Aren’t they intimidated anymore? What happened to the passive aggressive behavior and narcissistic tendencies? What happened to the smear campaigns? What happened to the constant plotting of my downfall? Whose going to dissuade me from going after my dreams? Whose going to spread rumors and assassinate my character? Is this what it feels like to be on top? I can’t live like this. I need to expose myself to new people and broader horizons, that will help me get more haters. I have been too complacent. My current haters are too weak. Maybe time has diluted their spirit. Maybe they just can’t keep up anymore. Regardless, I am not impressed. I need haters of a better quality. Haters that will keep me awake at night. My current haters are bitterly disappointing, I’ve got nothing to write home about. They now praise and compliment me and it’s not even sly, it’s overt and sincere. I hear from the grapevine that I inspire them, that they admire me. They love me. What am I going to do with haters who love me? Mxm, what a shame. Maybe they loved me from the start. I don’t know what to believe anymore. How am I going to get better without proper haters? I am not doing enough and hence the quality and quantity of my haters. The Universe is sending me a message, I am not working hard enough. I am comfortable.
I need new haters, the ones I have now love me. WTF?! Truthfully speaking, I am disappointed.
Haters are just quitters don’t worry about them. They quit on themselves a long time ago and their self-hatred needs a host. That’s all you are, a projection of the mind. Don’t take it personally or you will be dragged along in their world of hell. They don’t want you to make it because it entails they failed. Quitters, they tend to talk a lot and speculate like a Bitcoin trader. They have no long-term prospects. All they do is claim like an insurance broker. Quitters, these are angry people. Nothing they say is of value or substance. No self-awareness whatsoever. Don’t worry about them, they are harmless. A lot of fear resides in their psyche like a coward. They are toothless. Quitters, they think everything is easy. Like you’ll wake up one day and have the life of your dreams. These people don’t have a “why” and they’ll do everything for anything. They hardly get anywhere in life don’t worry, no one wants to be around an expert complainer. Quitters, these are the guys that get swept up by novelty. Tomorrow, they’ll find another host. Quitters, they never make sudden-death. Don’t take their comments to heart, these are not esteemed people, just merely quitters.
Keep on moving forward Champion, the world is yours.
I prize consistency more than everything. Consistency and care are important because they produce the best results. I strive to deliver everyday, to show-up every day even when I don’t feel like it. My thought process is to always dominate, to maintain the pressure, maintain the hunger, to maintain the stamina. Consistency is linear and I love that because that means my business is growing incrementally. This is important because I don’t like to overwhelm myself. I work smart and not hard, I don’t want to work hard, that doesn’t make sense to me, I want to be productive and have space to think and make sense of situations. Because I value consistency more than anything, creating systems and frameworks is paramount. Systems is how I organize things. Systems is how I standardize things. If I have default settings, I can make minor or major adjustments to improve my systems. Systems enable me to be consistent. I also invert, working from backwards. It helps me recognize things that might go wrong and generally things I don’t want. Instead of things I want to happen, I think about what I don’t want, like being around negative, unmotivated and passive people. I avoid that and it helps me move forward to achieve my goals. Lastly, I believe in elevating your perspective, observing things in a scope of years instead of today or tomorrow.
A materialistic girl is useless for me. You gotta have a vision, to aim at something worthwhile. Pussy can’t be your only hustle, steward your army and protect your castle. A fat ass isn’t much, you gotta have a brain too. A symmetrical face wrinkles and your tricks falter as you push 30. There’s nothing a materialistic girl can do for me, I am building skyscrapers that reach the heavens, a stupid bitch will only limit me. Fabricated personas and Louis Vuitton bags are a way to distort reality, while the truth has a crystal clear lens operating to magnify your destiny. A materialistic girl is useless for me, I don’t need to know what’s trending or your latest cult heroes. How can you have expensive tastes with somebody else’s money? What are your dreams? What can you do? 6 inche heels are for when you need to slay a professional encounter and expensive champagne for crushing your goals. Daddy’s spoiled little girl is a No for me, I am not wasting my time with an entitled brat. Life is already difficult enough and nothing comes easy. You have to work hard for everything you have got. A materialistic girl can only make my dick soft. A materialistic girl is useless for me, you gotta be self-aware, emphatic, kind, prize self-development and be a person of value. What can you do for yourself? How can you empower yourself? Get your own diamonds and red bottoms. The Era of stupid bitches with zero accountability is up. Make your own way, do your thing, work hard, build, be patient and make your paper, everything else is secondary.
Attitude is so important because it defines destiny, it is destiny itself. This is because attitude is a mindset, it is your habits, it is your thought patterns – attitude is a state of being. There is no such thing as the future or even the past. These are just words that attempt to explain what is and what is, is the eternal present. We are always living in the NOW – there is only the eternal now! You cannot be successful in the future, you have to be successful now. You need to adopt the right habits now and emulate your heroes now. The Universe will catch up and manifest your actions and thoughts. You are not successful one day, you are successful every day. You show up every day and engage in routines that enable you to be successful. You have to be consistent, consistency is all that counts. You adapt and recreate yourself everyday, anything that isn’t growing is dying.
To have the right attitude means you constantly go at it. You improve everyday and discard what isn’t making you grow as an individual. Don’t be afraid to let go of what isn’t working out. Kiss goodbye to anything and everything that serves no utility in your life. Life is too short and change is the only constant. Let go, God has better things for you.
Have the right attitude, never take anything for granted. Show-up everyday, have enthusiasm, strive to be the best and win!
Essentially all that commitment is, is managing your sacrifices. I believe anything is possible provided you manage your sacrifices, everything worthwhile in life has a sacrifice. If for example you want to be the greatest tennis player of all time like Serena Williams, you have to engage in 4 hours or more of deliberate practice everyday. You must do it daily, no excuses, no second chances, just do it! That is your sacrifice to be the greatest. This means no more late night braais with friends. In fact, from now on you have no more friends, only people who will help you reach the pinnacle. You also can’t be like everybody else. Being like everyone else will only bring you mediocre results and you are not that anymore – you are a winner! You must be with the best people by your side. People who want the best for you. People who will motivate you to being the best that you can be. That’s your sacrifice. Do it, no excuses, no second chances!
To stay committed you must engage in something you truly care about. Care enough, that’s literally everything! When you care about something deep enough, you won’t quit when the dark nights besiege. Without care you won’t stay committed to anything. You will fail especially in the area of business. Being an entrepreneur is not easy. The odds are ALWAYS heavily stacked up against you and the business climate is always changing. You have competitors who are always actively working to put you out of business. Being an entrepreneur is actively choosing the role of the underdog. Nothing is promised, nothing is certain and you can labor for 10 straight years and receive nothing for your efforts. By choosing to be an entrepreneur, you are choosing to fail somewhere along the way. Failure is inevitable, there is no escaping this fact – every successful entrepreneur failed multiple times.
Edison failed over a thousand times with the light bulb but because he care enough, he kept on going. He managed his sacrifices and kept focusing on the light bulb. No excuses! That was his sacrifice. He did it and the world is much better today because he cared enough and stayed committed.
antakalipa 