ANTAKALIPA

Jerk She called me jerk once and that has always been her lens. At least she doesn’t regard me as a friend and why would she when my intentions were clear from the get go “I want to fuck you”. Secretly, my direct speech turns her on, she don’t have to guess and I don’t need to pretend. What we have is pure animal attraction. The more she retreats from the passion, the more it spreads like a veldfire, scotching and blazing the globe alight. The more she resists, the stronger the bond, the chemistry. She is destined to be just another statistic. She is yearning for that, to let loose, to surrender under my hypnotic rhythm that keeps you in a trance like the Devils music, “I am gonna get ya, get ya, get ya!”. She knows I am not good for her and yet I am that repressed voice in her psyche telling her to do it, “Go for it honey, you only live once!”. I am down for YOLO just as long as she doesn’t get too attached to me. I am not your teddy bear or worse your dad. Would you want ...

Dear Evan Hansen  I was at the Teatro to watch "Dear Evan Hansen", been looking forward to seeing it for weeks and it didn't disappoint. The production is simply excellent, live theatre at its absolute best. A musical with a live band, they are not in sight but they are felt throughout the show. The show is seamless and flows effortlessly, the moving stage creates this seamless transition between scenes. The mood is blue and it permeates the auditorium, with blue LED lights flickering, set against a backdrop of screens that are most of the time blue. The screens are also a story-telling device that helped communicate the passage of time. They helped create sets for certain scenes by providing the backdrops and gave us visual cues when the content in the show went viral on the internet, reading all the comments and seeing all the likes on the screen made the experience even better. The set is glorious. I loved the fact that we could hear the conversations Evan ...

Will things into existence We will things into existence.  Sometimes it works and sometimes it doesn't, but we never stop executing!  Take multiple shots at it,  have faith that it will work and it will.  There can be no other way.  We will things into existence,  everyday is play for us.  We have imagination,  unquenchable spirit,  the eyes of a child.  We try out different combinations,  undeterred by failure.  Motivated by the truth that's in our souls.  We will things into existence,  we are blinded by biases,  our faith makes us bend reality  like an optical illusion.  We will things into existence,  we don't stop,  it's our mode of being,  an expression of life,  a statement of authenticity.  We are foolish,  we are crazy,  we are rebels,  we are different.  We will things into existence.  We have enthusiasm for life. It inspires us....

Oscar I remember when I played pool with Oscar, he humiliated me; white wash, he put all his balls in before my move. I will forever remember that day, he kept on putting in his balls and looking at me with a smug face. I was helpless, there was nothing I could do. But to be fair, I can only blame myself for that day. Oscar is a good guy, it wasn’t his intention to humiliate me, he just wanted to put me in line. Before him I didn’t even know how to play pool. After school, we would go to this cool pool place and just play. Oscar taught me everything, from the rules and holding the stick for maximum efficiency. I witnessed myself getting better every time we played. He was cool about everything, his intention was not on beating me but rather on having fun. Then one day we were playing, at this time I could hold the stick and I knew my angles and I beat him. But my win was suspect, I had 2 balls left and a black ball. He still had like 4 balls left. I put in one ball and was ...

Change is the only constant Change is the only constant  that's why we are spiritually rooted to the pulse that beats all of life,  existence,  atoms in their simplest forms,  a part of milky-lanes,  among billion cosmoses.  Everything has to change,  life is seasonal,  it's adaptation,  metamorphosis of existence.  What worked in the past never lasts, even with controlled variables,  nothing in this world is truly 100%.  Let's all just be professional,  no clinging,  one amazing night was all that was due to you! Stop being selfish,  let other people have a go,  or pay up,  that's the only way to get results.  Change is the only constant,  I lied to get you into bed,  I deceived you,  I played to your insecurities,  I don't want you,  get out of my sight.  Change is the only constant,  we don't share the same destination,  the journey on the road...

Enthusiasm Enthusiasm is what keeps the world spinning. The will to do something and do it great.  Passion is not a prerequisite,  it can be turned on and off like switch. Connecting you to your dreams like a neural link,  illuminating your perception of reality. Enthusiasm is what gets you to stand-up,  to fight,  to believe,  to dare,  to live life.  Enthusiasm is a state of creation,  the Lego blocks of destiny.  Enthusiasm is to strive,  to be hopeful about the future.  Enthusiasm is to give everything you have got. No excuses,  I am accountable for my life,  I am accountable for my decisions.  Enthusiasm is being a dreamer.  Enthusiasm is being crazy,  at least for a while.  Advancements of humanity are credited to madmen.  Enthusiasm is to take many shots,  keep shooting,  that's how you get goals.  Enthusiasm is to never quit.  Keep going soldier,  y...

Gaslight Me They trying to gaslight me, make me lose confidence in myself like a coward in a dance, moving to shake the essence out of my character and decapitate my prospects like guillotine. They trying to make me question myself like a judge with bad morality. They don't want me to soar, they want me to regress to mean. They plant ideas to make me doubt myself. They belittle my efforts and make me feel like I am not worthy to ride with them. They think I am dependent on them, they are trying to gaslight me. Propagating lies about me, fishing for my insecurities with a bait that doesn't interest me. Good effort, but you barking at the wrong tree. 

Sweet corn I remember when we used to play indoor soccer. Soccer indoor tournament organized by Bra Givo and the timers. It was a good idea, there was a lot of enthusiasm. The whole tournament was paid for, all that was required was consistency from the players. It started off well but 3 weeks into the calendar, one by one the timers started bailing out, I don’t blame them, we playing 2 games every Friday with people who knew their story and we would lose by huge margins. To be fair we were cast into the deep pit considering we didn’t know each other all that well. This is in reference to the timers and us, “the young stunnas”. My guys were consistent throughout! You know the guys I had on my team? I had Lloyd, Phimza, the Lord KG, gravel the shavel Stumza, Wanda, Man Senzo, Skuta and some other niggas who made guest appearances. I am not dissing anyone, thank you to everyone who made a contribution to the team, we are grateful and we appreciate it. Like Comfort who made th...

Mavis Aowa Mavis did you even take a bath? You wake up with beer in your hand. How are your kids going to respect you? Do you even respect yourself? Everyday it’s the same thing, different men who be trying to gain access. Aowa Mavis, your children be crying all night, where are you? We can’t be always stepping in. True, as your neighbors we have made peace but damn where are you? What kind of woman are you? Love yourself Mavis. Suffer with your children, do what it takes. You can’t be going out with different men every night. Leave the beer! You can’t be drinking everyday, at least priotize drinking only on weekends, drinking everyday is irresponsible! You love beer more than your life. What about your kids? Think Mavis think! Your kids can’t be seeing different men every night. Grow up Mavis it’s time to do things that will be beneficial to your future. You not getting any younger. Aowa Mavis do the right thing. You are a grown woman, if that guy gets you it’s all over. Y...

Cultured  After high school, I started a clothing company with a girl I used to attend primary school with. Her name - Lethabo. I only knew Lethabo for one year of my school career, but I liked her. We had a natural connection despite the fact that I was the new kid. She was real and authentic. She was smart, lively, creative, passionate and had no problems putting me in my place. I avoided verbal misunderstandings that would lead to conflicts with her, she was quick witted and often left me mute. Still, we were cool most of the time. I hadn't talked with Lethabo since Primary school and now we were done with High School. I reached out and she was enthused. I got her numbers and we talked on Whatsapp about our impending futures. Her energy had piercing spikes. She was creative as ever and our conversation had a lot of substance. She had an entrepreneurial drive that was contagious. She was ambitious, she wanted to do and be someone great. She had a lot of plans. She was...

Materialistic girl. 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 ...

Pregnant  I got my girl pregnant. I don't know what to make of it. My emotions are scattered like nonlinear data. I feel like a bipolar patient. Damn!  I hope it's a boy, that would make my dreams come true. Not that I wouldnt want a beautiful little girl. I would give her the world. My father died when I was a little boy and it crushed me. It's unfair how I never got a fair chance at life. I grew up without a father and it's a feeling, I wouldn't wish for an enemy. It's something I wouldn't wish for Satan, we all need love. But I hear his voice in my head suggesting, whispering to take fleet. To hit the road jack and never come back, no more, no more, no more. It's a thought I am flirting with but it's not serious. Still, it lurks in the darkness like a thief like the night. Will I ultimately yield to the Devils suggestions? Do I yield to his wit? His solutions do provide an escape. An avenue to start a fresh and a new canvas to commence...

I love her. She is my sunshine. My light in a world filled with darkness. My cherry wine. The best thing that has ever been mine. Not that she's a possession, she's just my everything, my world, my eternity, my forever. I first laid my eyes on her when I was a young teen. We hit it off and slowly matured like good wine. Her smile brightens my day. Her laughter nourishes my soul. She has the ability of working the room like Ginger in Casino. She makes me wish, I were De Niro, the starring role in her life. But it's complicated. She can never be mine like Ginger. So maybe I am Ace, trapped with a woman who can never love me. But we are best friends right?  Get the rizzla and we will create clouds in the sky. We will talk about the future. We will talk about our dreams and how I need you in my life. How I will love you until you go numb. We can talk about our kids and expensive mansions with exported gates, big trees and high fences. The bespoke clothes, shoes, car...

Friezas Hell I was rugged unworthy and exposed like a dog on the street used to hostility and visions of being battered like a cricket ball. I was used to fighting for scraps in the streets, a bum, ass out broke like a mirror. Hell was my paradise and the streets my home. The corners represented a chance to be somebody, even if it meant hurting somebody. Cause who cares? The world’s cold like a dead corspe, totally unresponsive to our hopes and dreams. I tried to be in love but I failed, I suffered. For it required taking off a mask that was made permanent by time. It was not time, and my battle scars were deep as the ocean and I was swimming, drowning in vain. She could never understand my pain. She was evergreen and beaming like Mercury, bright, happy and optimistic. She was the type of girl who chased butterflies in the sun. The girl who loved colorful dresses and pulled up her hair. The type of girl who breathed twice just to enjoy the air. Stupidity and inexperience cr...

Don't wait up!  I told her straight up "don't wait up!" I was serious as a heart attack. If something better came along she was free to board along and experience the voyage like a cruise because the cost of not doing so was Titanic! Not that I don't hold myself in high-esteem but I was being practical. Unlike an IPO, I had nothing to offer in a monetary sense. Like a shattered mirror I was irrevocably broke. Money represents power and I had none like a weakling. Devoid of muscle, how can I carry my lady like the queen she is all over the world? Better men exist in the world, men who can grant her whatever her heart desires. Men who can love her without insecurities. Men who can touch, stroke and caress her like the keys of a piano. Men who can satisfy her sexual urges, kiss her, make her moan and groan like the horns in a Jazz festival. I am the shadow of that man and hence my appearance at the rear. Jealously is not practical and conducive for a flou...

Positive vibration You'll never find me at a place where there is no enthusiasm and positive energy. That's not who I am. That defeats everything I am. I am a God whose always in a state of creation. My vibration is positive always and I consciously work to protect that. I can't create in an environment that is not optimal. I can't be in a room with people who lack imagination. I can't be in a room with people who don't have vision. I can't be in a room with people who lack value. You'll never find me with angry people. You'll never find me with unlucky people. Everything is consequential and there is a reason for their negative polarity. If I accommodate one negative person then they might drag me to their world of hell. They might make drift and lose my essence. I never give anyone power over my life, happiness and peace. If I am happy with my contributions then I am content. I never let anyone validate who I am. I have got an inner sco...

February 2021 I will never forget February 2021, it was brutal, hellish and cold. It was Murphy's law, everything just seemed to go wrong. It was a testing time. I was out in the numbing cold, freezing to death and nobody seemed to care; another statistic of life, somebody with immense talent who succumbed like the others. No food, hungry and broke, my reality was not what I had imagined. Businesses and Investments pedestrian, at least I didn't have kids or a cat. Chasing my dreams was like chasing my shadow, the faster I moved, the faster it eluded me. I was like Gatsby chasing the green light that's already behind me. I got robbed too, somebody held a gun to my head and threatened to end my life, all before I had a wife. Killing each other in the townships is rife. To add insult to injury, the girl that I loved had had enough. My progress was too slow and the flickering of the lights made her contemplate of a different future. I never understood how she had su...

Human experience I am having a human experience, I don't need anyone to understand me. Do your own thing and we'll meet in heaven. I don't need anyone telling me how to live my life. I don't need anyone telling me what to feel. Keep your projections that are based in insecurities and fears to yourself, I don't need to be bombarded with biased commentary. Keep your comments to yourself, no one cares. I am having a human experience, I don't need to do what everyone is doing. I do what I like, when I like. We can debate on the validity of having a freewill so let's say I just follow my intinuation, it knows best. I don't care about your celebrities, cult heroes, conventions and norms. In fact, I don't care about you. This is about me and I only care about myself. This is my experience, you don't need to understand. I am having a human experience, this is my life, live yours. How can you claim to have my best interests at heart when you a...

Stephenie McMahon slap post Renee Decarte argued the essence of being exists in two realms, the spiritual which can be interpreted as the subconscious and the physical and I think he makes a very compelling point. I mean look at nature for example, it just is. If I were a Lion I'd be the most conscientious Lion ever or at least a creative Lion working at a circus or something because my spirit is creative, that is who and what I am, a God, a creator. Beauty is generally the seducer of men so when someone falls in love with your spirit that's different, that's special because like Freud said, everyone is a narcissist. That's why you gotta slap a bitch sometimes to deliver some consciousness, shout out Stephanie McMahon the hottest in the game with that swing game. When someone falls in love with your spirit, that person sees the possibilities of your dreams that you no longer see because you have been narrowed and hardened by the environment that you occupy a...

Alone What if you had to be alone with yourself all day, night and eternity, with no one to assist you in eliminating the crushing boredom that is debilitating like life itself, solitary confinement that engulfs like Japanese candles, just you and your thoughts, forever. Would you even have thoughts? What are thoughts exactly? Consciousness often bogels me. Reality sometimes confuses me, sometimes I don't think I am alive and science tells me I am light. Who is this "me"? What is this "me"? What the fuck is going on? How are you understanding me? Oh! This is how you induce mental instability, isolation, it naws at you like a persistent ex. If all is one and one is singular, in essence bored and out of his mind then reality is in itself crazy. Nothing makes sense. I just exist, an extention of the universe that came into existence because of this one bang. I understand suicide, sometimes you just suffer for no apparent reason and you have the opportun...

Slide show Life passes by so fast. One day we chilling together having a blast and the next day we changing diapers, wrinkled up on a path to forever. We don't know each other anymore, time has made us estranged despite the fact that we were bounded like a compound but now we just molecules co-existing on our own. What happened to the time? What happened to us? Damn, we just drifted apart like diverting roads, Vin Diesel on one side and Paul Walker on the other; I'll tell you all about my adventures when I see you again. Life is a slide show and I recount the memories we had, captured by my memory and replayed by my imagination, I still feel your presence, hear your laugher and mesmerized by the moment that seems to flicker like a dying star in the heavens. What happened to our plans and dreams? We used to think we could live forever, have it all, but now I have become narrowed and fixed on one path leading to nowhere. My life has become a looped record stuck in the...

Supply You are so great. You are so beautiful. You are the love of my life. I can't live without you. You are my world. You are my everything. You are my rock. You are my champion. I am proud to have you as my man. You are handsome. You are the best lover I have ever had in my life. You are my first. I never want to experience life without you. You make me happy. You are a good person. I would die without you. You are once in a lifetime. I am nothing without you. You bring me peace. You have great charisma. You are my home. There's nothing I wouldn't do for you. You changed my life. You are so intelligent. I am grateful to have you in my life. I appreciate you. I worship you. You are charming. I love you so much. Being in your presence is an honor. No one is like you. You are the best. You are special. You are the greatest of all time. You have a great sense of humor. You are the sexiest woman alive. You have a banging body. Have you been working out? I love you...

You strike a woman, you strike a rock!  SamSays delivered the through ball and I controlled and finessed for the match ball, hatrick! I deliver over and over again. Thank you Sam, SamSays on the credits.  I was at Joburg Theatre to watch "You strike a woman, you strike a rock" (Wathint' abafazi, wathint' imbokotho). Live theatre at the highest level. The play is set in the Apartheid era, PW Botha is the president, the story world is plauged by inequality, social injustice and poverty. The story opens with a Helicopter scattering, hovering and surveilling the location. The residents hate the roaming Helicopter, they call it a bird, they see it for what it is, spying, surveillance by the government. They curse and swear at every time it features in the show. This describes the relationship the people of the story have with the  government and unjust system. It's hate, resentment, they feel oppression and utter contempt for the system. We are ...

Schadenfreude I had a foe disguised as a friend who spread rumors about me and I happened to be in attendance when his life crumbled and so I smiled at his misfortunes, it was a case of schadenfreude and I reveled in his suffering. He deserved it, two timing son of a bitch, why would I feel sorry for a monster? Crocodile tears don't work on a porn star. I know I am evil but it's a property and not a character like how De Niro paints houses and does his own carpentry. Let him suffer, that's my official commentry. Body and bones decomposing in the cemetery. I have love but I can also practice hate, pulling heads out like masturbate. I have dark and impure thoughts. I hear voices in my head to push buttons and pull triggers. Killing in cold blood doesn't lurk in my shadows, it's illuminated by the sun. I am not a psychopath and indifferent to people's suffering, but my schadenfreude episode felt good. I am empathetic but don't piss me off for I can ...

The cry of Winnie Mandela At the Market Theatre to watch "The cry of Winnie Mandela". If you had the opportunity and honor of asking the mother of nation a couple of questions, what would they be? Stompie? TRC? Mandela FC? Her 400+ days in prison? Why her union with Nelson didn't last and what could she have done better if anything? The show starts off with a writer thinking out loud, watching a news bulletin about the murder of Stompie. It is alleged that the Mandela FC team kidnapped and murdered him. There's uproar and chaos considering Mandela FC is Winnies team. "She changed, she's not the same person. She used to be warm, empathetic and compassionate, but now I don't recognize her" - these are some of the sentiments expressed from the screen from commentators. The writer is in a room, he is thoughtful, he wants to write Winnies story from her vantage point. Then four african women appear from his imagination. They are re...

We don't like the blacks We don't like the blacks here, they ain't like us. They are filthy, dirty and don't take baths. I spit on the face of a nigga. They are infested with diseases and spread them like a virus. They are a virus contaminated from the core. Worse than diarrhea and offsprings of tiks. Fucken monkeys, they must go back to Africa. They are impure and we don't want brown babies with big fat lips feasting on watermelons like it's doomsday. We don't like the blacks here, they are beneath us, everyone of them ought to be hanged or shot. They only useful as slaves, they were built to submit and serve. I say whip a nigga lover to death, we need to set examples, or better, burn them and watch their skins melt on their bones. Oppress and suppress their will to live, a happy nigga is a dangerous nigga. Keep them fighting amongst one another, we need to control them so they don't run riot. We don't like the blacks here, they are crim...

Be with you You really think I'd be with you?  Come on bitch,  Be serious.  Oh, you did?  Then you are ridiculous.  I've had pussy more delicious.  You just an option in a million,  you ain't conspicuous.  You really think I'd be with you?  Trust me,  you ain't all that.  So many demands but what do you have to offer? Professional dick sucker,  you think that's gonna fill the coffer?  Bitch please,  crocodile tears are just salt and water.  21 with 3 kids are you a pimps daughter?  Get out of here with your tired ass.  You are a car on reserve that's got no gas.  More of a sperm bank,  Tap and go,  Inviting loads like a washing machine door.  You really think I'd be with you?  Open with no screws.  "Where did all the good men go? "  They all fucked you And now nobody wants you.  You really think I'd be with you?  Scent of desperation, 30 with 5 ki...

Alcohol controller  Why you controlling alcohol my nigga? Is it your way to measure your worth? Does it give you superpowers, the ability to run through walls? Maybe it does, after all it numbs your pain and makes you feel like superman. Maybe you can fly, add that with some weed and you'll definitely be high, floating through the clouds and landing on the moon, transfixed and intoxicated by the view of the globe. Maybe alcohol makes you feel like Jeff Bezos or Elon Musk, maybe it offers a blueprint for reaching Mars, the red planet, the promise of a different existence. Did I hit the nail on top of the head? Make me understand please. Why you controlling alcohol my nigga? Is it greed? You want to finish the whole bottle? Or maybe alcohol is a natural resource that's on its last legs. Oh I get it, you bought it and so must rule over it like a dictator imposing oppressive legislature. If that's the case drink alone my nigga, don't make everybody an accessory....

HEELISH HEELISH now available on Youtube: https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PLks7jD_Oj0j-u09wUjFdc7Wwf1JhgHRNt&si=h_50EweWqE1uFmAj The great man ANTAKALIPA 

Putin Negotiating with niggas don't work, sometimes you gotta take what you want by force. If you swelling up nigga then we can combat, let's go! Being nice with niggas don't work, sometimes you gotta invade their privacy and haunt their subconscious minds. By being a recurring nightmare that's how you get their attention. Showing compassion to niggas don't work, they'll think you weak and will take advantage of your kindness. They take you for granted, that's why sometimes you gotta rearrange faces and deliver that punt kick. Complimenting and showing love to niggas don't work, you supplying the ego and fuelling their narcissistic tendencies, that's why sometimes you gotta deliver that low-blow to cut them down to size. Sometimes you gotta start a war and crush a nigga. Finish the job, no second chances, no apologies, pull the trigger aiming for that headshot. Don't show compassion, the time for talking and politics is over, it's...

Kaffers, Negros & Jews. There’s something funny about blatant racism, it’s not disguised like a mask or make-up for a George Lucas film, it’s in your face like a pimple, it’s direct like counterattack, the message is simple, you are beneath me like limbo. Humor centers around human nature, humor is human nature, it humanizes, it is tragic and like life a comedy. Humor is used to communicate superiority, it is a mechanism for suppression. Humor is used for relief. Humor is about inferiority. Mein Kampf is your definitive example of humor. Hitler is a bad motherfucker who blames the injustices of life on the Jews, he makes them the butt of the joke. He is small, petty and hateful. He calls the Jews bloodsuckers among other things. He is Hell’s orator, handpicked by the Devil himself. He propogates an image of fifth and unworthiness. Thank God he's not a Jew, he is perfect and was chosen by God and natural selection, the hypocrisy of it all! Like hey, “my God has a big...

9 inche pecker I could do with a 9 inche pecker, Average ain’t enough. I need an extra inche or 2. It ain’t good for my ego. She fits the whole thing in her mouth, balls included, still it doesn’t clog her throat. I could do with a 9 inche pecker, her hands are too large, the contrast is embarrassing, I need at least 25 cm. I could do with a 9 inche pecker, or at least an 8 and a half. Average ain’t enough, It doesn’t inspire any confidence. I could do with a 9 inche pecker, some men have 10, How’s that fair? I could do with a 9 inche pecker, To be the talk of the town, a girls fantasy, a recurring nightmare. I could do with a 9 inche pecker, I can tell she’s faking, some days she doesn’t moan or groan. I could do with a 9 inche pecker, she has cute names for my member, it doesn’t inspire fear, has no respect whatsoever, my stress levels are so high I have problems getting it up. I could do with a 9 inche pecker, Average ain’t enough, I need an extra inche or 2.