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Senzile

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Senzile

Easily the greatest of all time. Definitely in my top 5. I first heard of her in the 8th grade. One of my niggas had a little something on her, a crush, something mythical, he saw something amazing in her. I was like “okay”, I mean the nigga was confiding in me but I’d still hadn’t seen her. Besides, I didn’t care, I didn’t care about anything. Then grade 8 camp happened and I was with my nigga and he saw her, he lost his mind, he couldn’t take it anymore, this girl was driving him crazy, he asked me to accompany him. “Sure” I responded, I wanted to help. I would play his number 5 in case one of her overzealous friends tried to void the mission, plus there was a lot of traffic, it was rush hour, busy and all the grade 8’s were on one location. I remember she had on a greenish-blueish shirt that had a lot of signatures and messages, I figured that shirt was the result of her last day in Primary. Her hair was braided. He went up to her and said “Hi, can we talk?” she responded, “talk”, he froze like a statue. His confidence was false. I saw her and okay, grade 8 had a lot of options. It was diverse. It had 10 grade 8 classes and these beauties were from everywhere, she was just a drop in the ocean. My nigga couldn’t recover, he looked at me and signaled let’s go. I respected him, at least he did something, the universe will reward him for those actions, it wasn’t the time nor with Senzile, nah, not her, she’s top quality, high value – composure, composure know yourself; You can’t be expedient with her. Then on the 10th grade, I was in the “A” class with Senzile. She started on A and ended on A. I started on “I” and made it to “A” – make incremental progress. I got to understand her energy and aura. But my thoughts were not on girls, my thoughts were on being the U14 soccer coach, I was diligent and professional and I was rewarded. My peers never really interested me. Then 11th grade happened, we were elected as RCLs, it was great, siyabagena, let’s do right things guys, we had a camp, but before camp in the morning, we had to do our RCL stuff, we came in our civilian clothing, other people took this thing serious and bought new clothes for this ocassion, Italian clothes, designer bags, it was us, “God governments best”. I came in with flip-flops, no big deal, I didn’t want to strain myself, I was tired of Toughies, I wanted a break from being constrained. Then I saw Senzile that day and I remembered my niggas voice saying “Eish, Senzile boy”, she was radiating and illuminating, bright, blinding, outstanding, the body was the best. She stole the show like load-shedding, it wasn’t even a contest, she was the light that put Eskom to shame. I was appalled at the schools uniform, it hid a lot of things, to be honest we all looked the same, we wore the same things, brown shoes, brown socks, brown trousers, mustard shirt, brown tie, brown jersey, brown blazer just brown everything, no skirts, we all looked like turds. Undoubtedly Senzile was a 10, my nigga was right, suddenly I understood the hype, he was right. I asked myself which girls I had been taking for granted because they were well hidden by the uniform or because of my ignorance. I started seeing her differently. I looked at my Blackberry and went straight to my BBM, and she was already a contact, one of five people, I kept it small, there’s more quality that way. I congratulated myself, somehow I’d been working unconsciously to get her for a long time. She drove me crazy like Lewis Hamilton with a banging body like Mercedes-Benz. I thought about her so much that I could manifest her in my map, of course within the confines of the school. She was perfect. She was beautiful. She was great. The straight “A” girl, she would always sit in the first row of Physics class. You had to earn your sit, you got on the first row by merit, by working your butt off, by being the best. Just to give you some perspective, I always sat in the third row, not quite the end, but very close. I didn’t like Science, the teacher didn’t have enthusiasm. It wasn’t just in her academics where she ruled. She played in the famous netball team that dominated the district. She played defense. She was like the World Cup winning Goalkeeper, Manuel Neuer (Germany’s greatest goalkeeper of all time), a wall, impenetrable, solid, vacuumed, reinforced. On top of that she was a master at interception, she would pass the ball with accuracy and with great speed, giving the ball to midfield, who would give it to attack and just like that the move was finished. Deadly like a coiled viper! The netball team often dominated the opposition by constant offensive tactics, they had a relentless rigor, but I liked their counter-attacks better because she started them. I fell in love with her. I willed myself to tell her. I was always so nervous. I convinced myself that today I am gonna do it but today became like all the other days. Days became weeks, weeks became months and finally a year. Everyday was the same. On a positive note, I got to know a lot of things about her, my chats with her on BBM were active, I knew her times, her routes and where she chilled. And then one day I thought “enough is enough” I am going to tell her, this time I was dead serious I just needed the tiniest first step to take. I went to Festival Mall that day afterschool, I went to CNA, I wanted to see what books they had. Then I saw the answer in my face. Yellow paper, it was R20, I had R50, so it was perfect. I bought it. A plan crystallized, write a poem for her and buy her a Chocolate. I wrote a poem and tried to incorporate all the things she liked. I bought a chocolate and I had plans of at least giving her a presentation at first break. I failed at first break but convinced myself that I’d do it second break. I failed again. I don’t know what made it so hard. My last chance was after school, at least give her the poem and the chocolate, you already bought it, you want it to melt, or worse, you wanna eat it? No, you can’t eat it, that would be pathetic and sad. Those were my thoughts. I had to quit being a coward. What’s wrong with me? I was anxious and then the final bell rang for afterschool. I looked at her, she was with her friends and I let her be. They walked away. I couldn’t do it, my nerves got the better of me, it was difficult. I gave myself a hard and brutal talk, it needed to be done and then I risked it all. I rushed after her, she was a long way off, she was approaching Kempton Park and I was still in Rhodesfield. I ran to bridge the distance and asked for a couple of minutes with her. Her friends gave us space, I will forever appreciate that action. They made things easier for me. I gave her the poem and the chocolate and we walked. I told her how I felt about her. The energy was the best. I was nervous but everything flowed like a stream of water. She was blushing but interactive. It was a great day but more importantly, I respected myself. Senzile helped steer the trajectory of my life in a positive direction, fear died that day, I became a man, no excuses “no matter what, today she will know how I feel”.

I was talking with a friend of mine about the girls who used to attend school with us, the friend was in the same class with me. He gave me his observations and desetations. To be fair, his list was good. The girls he was talking about were quality. But I looked at his number 1 and I was concerned. I asked “her number 1? Sure she’s hot but number 1? Remember we are talking about the greatest.” I continued. He shifted the question to me and I responded with no hesitations, “Senzile”, his eyes sparkled like a diamond, I was right. He didn’t argue with me, Senzile ticked all the boxes in our value system and more. He said, “You are right. Senzile is the greatest.”. And just like that, abruptly, our conversation was over.

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Long hair again (full circle)

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Long hair again (full circle).

I’ve got long hair again, you know, a symbol of artistic expression. Look man, I’ve always been an artist and I have used dreadlocks as an avenue to express that outlet before. When I was in high school, junior years, I started making the investment, I liked them loose but I had to conform to the schools rules, you know, God governments hand reaches everywhere, you have no other option but to conform. I made it difficult for them, I used to plait wild hairstyles, teachers would ask me “Why don’t you plait the normal way?” I would laugh and shrug it off. I would get called to the Principal’s office often and most times I won. I had creative stories. It was my encounter with authority and the Principal was a great guy, who just wanted you to conform. I mean you are representing the school, like be professional man. I remember one time, things were heated, I knew they would want to assert their authority, so I intercepted it like Busquets, I forged a letter allegedly from my mother that made references that she was a Sangoma and I couldn’t cut off my dreadlocks. All lies, deception, I made it all up. I wanted to test him, his skin color was different to mine, I wanted to confuse him. He responded “But this is not a Sangoma school and you must obey”. I was like okay, fair, I started doing hairstyles that were demeable by their standards. The office started being a dark place for me. It was poisoned and contaminated. Even the office ladies were in it telling me “Why don’t you do the right things”? They had plenty of time to see me in the office. I was always there. I was the class captain, so I helped them with the administration aspects of the job, I was also the U14 soccer coach so I made a lot announcements, I was a regular in the Principal’s office. I didn’t have a problem with Mrs. Ras and Miss. Nkabinde (deputy principals), they were like mothers to me, God bless, it was homely. I remember the office lady was fed up and wanted to show me my mortality, it was a do or die proposition, 3 months before RCL elections. She appealed to me and asked “How are you going to be an RCL with that hair?”, not surprising I was back to my old creative ways, Mohawk deadlock hairstyle, she continued “Just do the right thing”. She wanted the RCL gig for me. That was a magical moment. I stopped and started contemplating things. What are they seeing that I am not? We were too familiar, our interaction was real, it was directly aimed at me and it came with a lot of love. Things would be better for me I thought. I would redefine myself again. It’s an opportunity, I thought. These women are taking care of me, let it happen, yield. The next Monday I was a different man, I cut off my dreadlocks. Difficult decision but it needed to be done. When the office lady saw me for the first time that morning, she lighted up like a Christmas tree and cheered with delight. Everyone else came out and they saw a different man. The looks on their faces were great. It was beautiful. They didn’t say much but they were glad I made the decision. I was too. Things started opening up for me and not surprisingly I became an RCL, it was great, everyone loved me again in the office, I was in heaven. My two friends whom I did the OPI concert with, quit the job after a couple of weeks but it was their problem, I made it abundantly clear with them. Fuck them, let them quit, fools, I am staying here, my life is good. People who never had a “why? “. We have different paths gentlemen, I wish you all the best. I stayed on and fulfilled my tasks and responsibilities. I wanted to serve my peers, it was an honor. My decision to stay on made me more popular in the office, it was my school, but undercover, don’t let them see, subtle dominance, don’t expose yourself. I had Intel on the whole school, the office, the ground people for my soccer, the teachers, the deputies, the principal and the headgirl of course. I even got a certificate for being the “most helpful”, it is by far my best certificate because it came from a real place, it wasn’t about academics, it was “thanks, I appreciate your help”, it was warm, it had a special touch, it was personalized, the teacher (Mr. Pitseng) was filled with gratitude and enthusiasm, I accepted in kind. Mr. Pitseng was great.

I laughed when the whole Question paper saga happened. It was so obvious, everyone involved was a fool, they were expedient, no emotional intelligence whatsoever, they just swallow the marshmallow while the examiner is still in the room. Their headboy was caught, clearly guilty, I laughed, I told everyone that he wasn’t right to lead. It was a PR disaster, tabloids were fed, the fool headboy spoiled things for everyone, the RCLs didn’t have a farewell party, we were all branded a waste because of the actions of one stupid boy. They stripped him off his title and confiscated his green blazer, the chair was disgraced. His picture was taken off at the office. There was no headboy now. Just a headgirl, she’s strong, she’s smart, she can handle this, Miss top of the pyramid, netball top goalscorer, best in the district, the Robert Lewandowski of netball, culture, the Harriet Khoza of the school, The Queen. I was surrounded by a lot of resources and infrastructure, I was friendly with a lot of teacher’s, they liked me, I preferred the older guys to my peers, they were more real and my interactions with them were hearty, the teaching never stopped in the classroom, they taught me about life outside school, I took the role of the active learner and I absorbed everything like a sponge. I was happy, it was great. I loved school.

Things have come back full circle, I have my dreadlocks again and I listened, which made my life better. Thank you to the good people of Rhodesfield Technical High in that period, everyone was great, the teachers, the quality, the office, the grounds men, it was great. I had the best time of my life there, I learned a lot. Mr. Dzumba was incredible! Mr. Dzumba taught me so much about life, it was deep, it was spiritual, some lessons were on the field, he taught me about winning, he was a winner! He taught me about intensity, commitment, apply yourself, have the best people by your side, keep them motivated and allocate yourselves based on your skills and talents. Be analytical, 4-4-2 is the most neutral and balanced system young man, get the best players for these positions and man management from there onwards – classic. I remember our Maths teacher (Mrs. Sebokwane) once advised a handful of us “When you go out into the world, don’t let them change you. You are perfect the way you are”. I know right, such great advice. Mrs. Sebokwane was the ultimate mother figure, I loved her classes even though I was horrible at Maths. Not surprisingly, her netball team was the best in the district. Her girls were competitive, athletic and dominant. They would have undefeated streaks and they had a strong crowd. Every morning after match day, the principal would read out their results on the quad and they would win by huge margins every time, their results always got a reaction from the school, the school was only interested in their results. I loved watching the netball girls play, it was watching greatness play, from defense to attack, they were so swift, so fluid, so calibrated, so fast and lethal – every offense was a goal. I was so proud of the netball girls.

I remember when my Arts & Culture teacher put my poster on display in her class for a group activity task. My classmates were deadweight and didn’t show enthusiasm for the project, so I did it alone. I mastered calligraphy and added a lot of content to my poster. I used sand as my border, I put glue on all sides and I filtered the sand on the sides. I tried to make it as creative as possible and at the same time minimalist and devoid of color. I was put on the wall with the best from other classes. Every morning I saw my poster, I was proud.

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High school tales

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High school tales

I remember when we had to compile a business plan for EMS (Economic Management Science), it was a group activity. I was excited. We sat in a group of 4. In my group was a friend, Roloti and a couple of 2 deadweight guys, Ntokozo and Ayola. They were a couple of bullies. They failed at least 2 times and they were bigger than me and Roloti. Naturally these two deadbeat guys never assisted with the project. Ayola bunked EMS class and Ntokozo while he didn’t bunk did nothing at all. He (Ntokozo) was a trouble maker and was just intent on causing trouble and disturbing the class, he gambled at the back of the class. I did the project with Roloti. We collaborated well together. Roloti’s contribution was excellent and our business plan looked good. But it didn’t look good to me, it lacked that something extra. I was very enthusiastic about the project and I asked Roloti to take it home and complete it. He trusted me and so he obliged me. I perfected the Business Plan and handed it in the next time we went to EMS class. I wrote my name and Roloti’s on the project, it was only fair, the other two guys didn’t do anything, absolute deadweights, they didn’t do anything. Upon submitting the project Ntokozo intercepted me and wanted me to add his name but I refused. I put the the project on the teachers table and went to sit down. He took the project from the table and added his name to the project. I let it happen, it wasn’t in my handwriting. Ayola was still bunking EMS class so he couldn’t add his name. When the results came out we got 96%, the highest of the grade. I was elated. Although totally unfair, Ntokozo also got a 96% passing grade. When we got the results, Ayola was there, he was pissed because he got a 0. His fury was directed at me. I shouldered the responsibility because I did most of the work and chose to omit his and Ntokozo’s names, it was only fair. Ntokozo was lucky he got that 96%. Ayola lacked self-awareness and blamed everyone for his problems. I am not stupid, I am not going to credit you for work you didn’t do. Although he was bigger and intimidating, I was no pussy. He intimidated and threatened me instructing me to tell the teacher that he was in the project too. I did no such thing but I gave him the illusion that I would. I didn’t crack under his sustained threats and empty promises, he was a bully and I didn’t appreciate being bullied and so I outright ignored him. I gave him no target to hit. I was illusive like smoke or like that one girl you want but could never hit. I denied him off my energy – let him do what he must. Fuck you nigga, you can be all up in my face and point fingers but I ain’t intimidated by you! I was always proud I didn’t let him get to me. Bullies thrive on the power you give them. At the end of the term I got 94% for EMS, it was a great term.

When I was in Grade 10 I was inspired to share a message with the whole school for morning assembly. The message was “Dream On”, to aspire to be more. “Dream On” was also a company that I had formed in my head. Not a company exactly but a movement, a promise to myself to never betray my heart. I was always a dreamer and I never wanted to lose that. I wanted a totem to remind me of “Dream On” and who I was everyday. I started being creative and searched for graphic designers who would create a logo for me. I loved music and Kanye West was my absolute hero and so I wanted to incorporate music into the logo. “Dream On” would be like “GOOD music”. I got a really talented graphic designer to create the logo for me. I gave him a picture of me and asked him to create a music logo. Those were bland specifications but he was a creative and enthusiastic. He created a classic logo for me. I loved it, it was perfect. I can’t do what he did, I was impressed. Now that I had a logo, I wanted to create a badge, something to validate me, a totem that I’d wear everyday to remind me to never forget who I was. I went to a internet cafe in Kempton Park with my logo and I told the guy working there my vision. Creating a custom made employee badge would be expensive and it would take time but he liked me, he liked my spirit and energy, we made something happen. He located this plastic badge in his drawer and took out the marketing paper within the badge and then asked for me to send him my logo and so I did. He took this thick paper and printed the logo on it. The printout was small and he cut the logo to fit the badge. Then he inserted the logo in the badge and covered it with transparent plastic. The final product was honestly a dream. It was a perfect badge that would last forever. It was a personalized experience, a favor because he liked my energy, he took his time and went beyond duty. I was so grateful and appreciative. It is literally the best service I’ve ever received in my life. Everything about that experience was custom made. I asked him how much I owed him and he replied R30. I couldn’t believe it. I paid him and put my badge on. I wore that badge EVERYDAY for 2 straight years. The day I shared the “Dream On” message with the school, I had my badge on. It was so great. I talked about dreams, never giving up, Moneeb Josephs & Orlando Pirates. I also prayed for the school. Thank you Mr. Pitseng & Mr. Nienaber for giving me the opportunity. I am eternally grateful.

I remember when I was in grade 8 and I made fun of my friend Christopher for being in the last Grade 8 class “J”. I teased and laughed at him but I was no better, I was second last on “I”. Christopher took it like a man and was silent probably thinking “Fool”. Then the next year when we proceeded to the 9th Grade the “J” class ceased to exist. My class, the “I” class was now the last and Christopher was now in the “D” class. The roles were now switched and he made sure I felt it. He teased and laughed at me. It was a humbling experience. Then a year later we were reunited on the “A” class. It was great. Christopher and I were evenly matched at almost everything. Once we both got 10% on a mathematics examination, it was a freak occurrence, a bad day at the office for both of us, it was funny, sharing that experience with Christopher was special and what was supposed to be a bad day was a good day; we laughed at one another. Also, we beat each other at cross country, I won once and he won once so we decided to call it even – there’s no need for a third race; we were both the best. He was a very good friend of mine.

I remember when I was in Grade 9 and I got a 98% passing grade on my Life Orientation exam, Mr. Faku was impressed. I had a lot to say, I used up more than 10 A4 papers. Next to my 98% was a gold sticker and the comment “very good”. I was elated. My friends were happy for me. At break instead of the usual Chiproll which cost R5 and Allsorts Sweets that also cost R5 – I went all out at the tuck shop, I bought Kota that cost R10, Coca-Cola can that cost R6, Allsort sweets that cost R5 and two Doughnuts that cost R10. It was a special day, I deserved it. I went home feeling great about myself. Still in the same Grade, I remember when me and the gents each contributed R100 for a great chilled Friday afternoon. With that money we were planning on buying KFC buckets, snacks and Drinks (Alcohol) but also flavored carbonated water. I think we were like 10. It was Thabiso, Gift, Lefu, Ben and I can’t remember the rest with precision, I think Roloti and Thomo were there. The plan was simple, let’s get the money in on Thursday and we will buy the KFC early in the morning in Kempton Park – that way we will be the KFC boys at break. We assigned committees and divided the capital. Some gents would be buying snacks and cool drinks, the Alcohol we’ll get after school. Friday came and the gents who were in charge of buying the KFC came in a bit later but it was expected. The principal of the school Mr. Nienaber intercepted the gents as the were headed for class with KFC buckets.

It was clear as day why the gents were late; the KFC, it wasn’t the first time. He stopped them and altered their direction – straight to jail, the  detention space. It was a space used for isolation. It had bars and it was cold. The gents were separated with the KFC for until after school. Inside the premises of the school we were anxious. “Where are the gents with our KFC?”. We connected via the internet and the gents told us the bad news that they were in Jail but they managed to buy the KFC and it’s safe for until after school. It was reassuring news but we would be hungry for the whole day. We didn’t make provisions for a disappointment. We chilled together on both breaks showing great solidarity, our time was coming.

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These girls

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These girls

These girls, they are everywhere! They all want me. I have become a mere possession, a collectors item. Something devoid of feelings and to hang around proudly, boastfully, like I were a Da Vinci classic. Everyday I am propositioned. Everywhere it’s the same, “we love you”, “Marry me”, “We can’t live without you”! The numbers are overwhelmingly against me because I am the one like Jet Li. My competitors can’t fill the gap. Sometimes I get tired of being the best but what can I do? Greatness defines me and women can smell the aroma. They love me, what can I do? Truth be told they are a reflection of me, sometimes it will get creepy and they’ll stalk me but big deal. It’s fine, a little crazy never hurt anyone. Sometimes I put on disguises, I conceil myself like a mask but the whole situation is a fail because I want it like an addict. They validate everything I am, an unstoppable force! Sexual energy is just a lagging instrument like a moving average, a byproduct. These girls concoct plans about landing me in bed. Sending me pictures like “You can totally tear this up”. But I am two steps ahead, I know your motivations, I won’t be biting your bait. Besides, I can’t be tearing up everything. I know animal attraction when I see it. It’s spontaneous, a glare in someone’s eyes. Unexplainable but actionable. A burning desire scorching like a bushveld. These girls, they are everywhere! They can’t get enough of me, they all want me!

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Fuck Sosa

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Fuck Sosa

Fuck Sosa,
we do things the right way.
Never fuck anybody who doesn’t have it coming. Never hinder a child’s progress towards becoming.
Numbing,
the consequences of killing a mother and her offspring.

Fuck Sosa,
I am with Tony.
Can’t bare being around niggas who are phony. Niggas who play you like Fifa on Sony,
I’d rather be with Blondie,
with big tits lonely and horny.

Fuck Sosa,
You want war?
Let’s go
like Lee Sedol,
your bullets can’t kill me,
I am Tony Montana,
you are fucking with the best!

Fuck Sosa,
My word and my balls is all I have,
Ambition, focus and a burning desire for immortality,
I put that on my name,
Loyalty and integrity,
We are not the same.

Fuck Sosa
You are going to need pretax soldiers like Gross,
For a boss,
Or risk a loss
Like a coin toss.

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I scare people

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I scare people

I scare people, everyone is just so repressed and conventional. Everyone does the same things. Everyone wants the same things. Everyone is stuck in comfortable known. Everyone is trapped in their little corners. Everyone is scared of being who they truly are. And here comes this kid with black and red dreadlocks that you just can’t understand. It makes people uncomfortable. They just can’t quite pin me down. It’s dogma, we are programmed to be afraid of the unknown. I am their repressions manifested, everything outlawed, I am dangerous. I am the chosen one. I scare people, I am the guy who just won’t conform. The guy who lives by his own rules, the guy who doesn’t mind being ridiculed. Trust me it’s all love, my haters are usually my biggest fans. I scare people, I am out the box, different and nothing you have seen before. I am an anomaly, the one. The best, the greatest. I scare people, they don’t know what I am going to do next and it unnerves them. Rightly labeled a misfit and a rebel, I am that square peg in a circular environment. I just don’t give a shit. I scare people, I am a threat to the system and all their regulations. They want me to stay in a straight line and be a good little boy. Every time we give up our will to somebody else, a part of us dies. Why would I follow your rules? They want me to commit, to stay grounded but I am floating about the air like Tinkerbel. Life is too crazy to think logically. Dogma is for those who don’t have the courage to live life. Why be limited when God gave you everything?

People scare me, why postpone life like a task to do later? Why spite the world by not being the best version of yourself? What makes you think tomorrow is a given? Memento mori my friend, remember, you are going to die. Are you proud of yourself and the life you have led thus far?

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How commited are you? (Care)

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How committed are you? (Care)

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.

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Catching Up

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Catching up

Catching up with those who had a head start. Check the rearview,
I’m behind you,
Keep left,
I am coming right,
time to overtake your tired ass.

Greatness is in my blood,
I am a clock builder not a time teller.

Life is a marathon,
You tired yourself in the first mile,
Sprinting like a drag.

Foolish,
now your engine is totaled.

Potential wasted like a GTA bust,
Couldn’t handle three stars,
While I am thriving on five.

Fucken ridiculous.

Catching up with those who had a head start. Stock rising like the Vanguard while theirs declining like a single-mother’s,
different goals I suppose.

Nothing can stop me now.

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Supply

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Supply

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Generative Principle

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Generative principle

I want to talk about this one Universal law that governs all the laws namely; the law of cause and effect, the law of gender, the law of polarity, the law of correspondence, the law of mental, the law of vibration and the law of rhythm. It is called the generative principle and it says what we care enough about to put our will behind is ultimately what gets created in our world. The generative principle is everyday habits and how we navigate reality. It is about what we focus on.

For example, the great Lionel Messi is going to score that winning penalty on match day because he has scored a million penalties in practice. This scoring of penalties at practice makes him a serial scorers of goals and this is what is reflected onto the world. Lionel Messi has more than 10 000 hours under his belt and has attained mastery at football. Ultimately the world is made up of information and as you engage with your field of study, more information gets released for you to take in. In this case, Messi can kick a ball in many different ways and he knows the most effective way to do it.

When you care about something, you do it with all of your heart and might. You want to get better at it, you are diligent and you feel fulfillment – that reflects on the world and you create something great. You can’t do great work if you don’t care. That’s the problem with people, they don’t care about their jobs and what they do daily and it reflects in their lives, they live miserable lives, they are angry and unfulfilled.

You can achieve anything in the world, you just have to start and care enough. As you progress more information will be revealed to you, there can be no other way, it’s science, you are energy and you are always vibrating. Care is everything, it is how you create your reality. Care is the big natural law, it is the generative principle.

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