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Graveland At the Market Theatre to watch "Graveland". Social commentary, reflecting life back at us. Heartfeltingly moving, poignant, tragic. A story of love, hate, injustices, grudges that never get mended, characters who are bitter and unjustlyingly so. Two stories, two perspectives, you can emphatize with both scenarios, unhealed trauma, life goes on. A story of a foreign national who one day gets a promotion at work. The natives are jealous, angry and offended. They won't take orders from "ikwerekwere". The disrespect is evident, so the foreign manager gets the natives axed from work and hires a brother. Chaos ensures, they stone his brother to death and made him watch, he begged, he pleaded, he was at their mercy, the damn South Africans didn't care, they wrapped a tire around his torso and set it alight. He burned to ashes. The broken man returned home with his dead brother for ashes, contained in a cup that looks like a flusk, it's not...

My timeless advice My advice is just don't chase women my nigga. That's the way it's set-up. You won't get far my nigga. She expects that, she has hundreds of other low-value men chasing after her. Refrain from being another option. Change the game, you are the one that's in limited supply like Bitcoin. You are the new Gold. Switch your focus and elevate your perspective. Make yourself valuable, build yourself, be patient. Get your money, in the end they'll come to you in a herd. To quote a great man, "Success brings bitches and they bad as fuck, ass fat as fuck". This is not Forex or Betway, pure speculation, it is science. Be the prize. Let her chase you, this is better for everyone. It will feel like an achievement when she finally gets you. Then you win because she's invested like the miracle of Omaha. Never be afraid of rejection, make the first move. Don't advance with the intent of getting her to bed, instead make it light. T...

Struggling artist 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 bro...

That's it.  I do what I want, when I want,  on my own terms.  If it don't feel right,  I don't do it,  that's it.  I was never born to take orders,  forget it.  I roll my own dice and I always win,  I never take chances.  Not affected by outside commentary.  You think a Lion contends himself with the opinions of Zebras.  Nah,  they just prey and I've got too much pride.  Creativity off the charts.  Charisma on steroids that I always fail a test.  You can't test me,  I am the examiner who flips the script on you. Check the memo,  I am the most consistent,  most talented and most likely to be a Billionaire.  I am Ray Charles to all my haters,  try stimulating my other senses,  that's if you can get close to me.  I am so high on the agenda that you are not a topic.  insignificant,  a Roch I just step on, not worth my energy,  I am the gatekeeper and ...

Keep your eyes on the prize. Winston Churchill once stated :”success is going from failure to failure without the loss of enthusiasm.” That’s one thing I love about computers and A.I. (Artificial Intelligence), it has the same rigorous relentless energy even on its billionth try. This is because it is a program and it is programmed to get to an end result. We can learn a lot about A.I. & computers because our minds are also programs. More specifically our subconscious minds, they dictate our reality and interactions in the world. Your body is a part of your subconscious mind and so when you brush your teeth or drive your car a program kicks in and you do it automatically, you don’t have to consciously think about it anymore. The act of brushing your teeth or driving your car is hardwired. This is a practical example of how your subconscious rules your life, 95% of your actions are because of your subconscious mind. You are the program of your subconscious mind. Everythi...

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...

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...

I know I see all your pretensions and theatricalies,  staged with meticulous acting and false modesty,  masked in deceits that hide your true identity  like a VPN.  I know you're a pretender.  A bystander.  I know you're the one spreading rumors, tarnishing my name like a slander.  I know the humorous stories that you tell,  Mr. Comedian,  Kevin Hart,  "Laugh at my pain",  I hear everyone is amused.  Why wouldn't I be happy for you,  I am bemused.  My fingers are crossed like a Christian,  I hope you make it.  I love your crowd and how they reciprocating your energy,  you're in sync like a Mexican wave.  Timid with your little skirts hiding in the cave.  Bitches!  I know you are intimidated by my greatness  and you pray for my downfall like a drought.  The sky is clear and I am still reigning.  I see your insincere smiles and back handed comments.  Moving a...

Cotton-soft niggas All I see is pretty niggas.  Sweet muhfuckers,  I hate it.  Like,  "How do I look? I want to take the perfect selfie".  Damn!  If you putting on make-up, what's the ladies supposed to do?  Oh I get it you're a peacock nigga right?  I am tired of these soft,  ass muhfuckers.  We used to be men and now we just disappointing.  What you pouting for?   Are you Kim Kardashian my nigga?  Are you a bitch my nigga?  Likes aren't going to make you whole my nigga.  All I see is pretty niggas.  Sweet muhfuckers,  I hate it.  Holding their handbags and probably pads inside. Worried about how they look and how society will perceive them.  Putting on filters to hide their imperfections.  Are you a bikini model my nigga?  Pussies!  And the world is just fucking you raw. All I see is pretty niggas.  Sweet muhfuckers,  I hate it.  Niggas who are ...

Valuable My time is too valuable.  That's what happens when you have got too much quality.  Did you check with my assistant? I am Shrek,  you gotta go through onion layers to get to me. It's just business,  go through my hourly rates.  I've got other clients,  make your reservations before I close the gates.  What can I say?  I am highly coveted like Messi's contract,  that's half a Bill.  I've been going over everything like road kill.  The most talented.  Appearing on every screen like it's vented.  Style so landlord like it's rented.  Demented,  smashing all entry points like it's molested.  My time is too valuable.  Don't waste my time.  Let's stick to the task at hand.  Buy land,  think long.  That's how you get my attention.  I don't care about the hours bulletin.  I dominate getting money like a bad sin.  Next of kin,  my boy,  take notes....

Books, books, books Getting addicted to books is the best thing I have ever done for myself. When I was in my teen years I heeded the advice of my heroes, they all seemed to have one thing in common, reading. So I started reading everything I could get my hands on. From Dale Carnegie, to Robert Kiyosaki and Napoleon Hill. I remember when I first read "Think and grow rich", I was intrigued, I studied the book, I made notes, made use of highlighters for the first time in my life, I was 15 and it was incredible! I felt like I had a vault of gold. One of the most impactful books I have ever read. I remember reading chapter 11, the chapter about sex transmutation and I thought it was suspect. "Nope, not a chance" I thought. It just didn't make sense to me. I was a teenager, all I was thinking about was having sex. I was conflicted. I didn't want it to be true. It was such a sacrifice, no sex to attain a level of success? Still, I was so in love with t...

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 ho...

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 he 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 ti...

Love you. I want to love you and treat you well. I want to build a home with you and start a family. I want to kiss all your troubles away and watch them dissipate like entropy. I want to be with you for a lifetime. I love you, you are my soul mate and in my heart I know I'll never find better. You are my special gem, my Queen. You are my heart, the pulse of life that's keeps me moving. You are my future, everything I yearn to be. You are my heaven, a place of bliss where everything makes sense. I love you. I know I am not perfect, I know I am heavily flawed but that's why I need you, to make me better, to take care of me. I feel like Jerry Maguire, "you complete me". You make me want to be a better person. You make me feel like I can fly. There's nothing I wouldn't do for you. I would go through hell to see you happy. I love you, let's stay together. 

The Last Country At the Market Theatre to watch "The Last Country". Different set-up to what we  accustomed to, talk about inclusion and intimacy. We were secluded all together, in a square-rectanglist pattern, that was the formation of the seating arrangement, that was the stage, we were literally in the play, the performers were with us! Great work by Empatheatre! The show is empathetic, we had to listen to the woman's struggles, pains, dreams and misfortunes. The Zimbabwean woman studying for her PhD and is met with miserable stances as she navigates the world. The woman selling on the streets without permits colliding with the police resulting in the confiscation of goods, now you can't sell anything, you are hungry. You go at it tomorrow, same place, same style, because what's the alternative, life goes on, a permit is R900 a year, just ask the street vendors, nothing is for free. Escaping a war stricken country for a better life. I love the stree...

MANTSOPA  At the Market Theatre to watch the highly acclaimed play "Mantsopa" by Dr. Jerry Mofokeng wa Makhetha. The scenery was so cool, the majority of people had on their traditional attire, they donned blankets wrapped around their shoulders. You could feel the spirit of the Basotho people. The dialogue between people was also in Sesotho, the demographic was well represented. This is such a great show! So original and authentically African. I love the Market Theatre because it tells our stories. Last thing I said after the bow was "wow", it was the general consensus, it induces goosebumps.  Mantsopa, whose grave lies at Modderpoort in the eastern Free State, was born in 1793 and died in 1908. A survivor of famine and subsequent cannibalism, she grew to become a trusted advisor to King Moshoeshoe I, correctly predicting victorious battle outcomes for Basotho against colonial settlers and speaking truth to power with unshaking honesty. She ...

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 did...

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 ...

A dolls house Pt. 2 On the square for the opening of a dolls house pt. 2. Full house, the place is buzzing and excitement is in the air. Nothing is better than a filled up theatre on the square, the energy is contagious. It's close knit, intimate and warm. The laughs rebound and echo in the auditorium, you can hear every sound, every gasp, every comment from the audience and the view is in your face, up close and personal, no matter which seat you take. Every seat is a great seat, even the seats close to the pillars.  The show is a great one, it captivated the audience throughout. It's humorous and explores subjects on self-identity, marriage, traditional gender roles, love and freedom. Nora Helmer comes back after 15 years to the family she abandoned in search of herself. Not much has changed except that the children have grown. The helper (Anne Marie) stepped up in her absence and raised them, neglecting her own life and children in the process. It...

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 solution 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...

The Gulag Archiepelago IV: Fatigued I am tired, tired of complaining about the daily injustices of the Archiepelago, tired of not having a voice, they stripped us off our names and gave us numbers so we ceased to exist as human beings but as livestock. The message is simple; “You are now the property of the State, we own You”. I am tired of working for 9 straight hours. You can’t even finish your task quickly with the intent of rest because if you do, you’ll be given more work and if you refuse punishment awaits, work loves fools, a zealous horse doesn’t live long. I am tired of the insults and negative energy that suppresses confidence like a compressor, if you call a man a “pig” for 7 years, he’ll end up grunting. I am tired of not seeing my family. I forgot what they look like and my memory is failing, I don’t have pictures and I didn’t get the chance to tell them how much I love them. That’ll haunt me until my last breath. I am tired of living this comedy of an existenc...

The Gulag Archiepelago III: Labor camps August 1918, the term "concentration camp" was coined for the first time by the Soviets to refer to their own people who were imprisoned in their camps.  Before we go any further, I want you to register the words and internalize them. You are worthless, your life is meaningless, no one cares about you, your self-importance is an illusion, you are a cochroch, you have no rights, unfit to be treated like a dog, you are useless, you are a stupid shit head, you are insignificant and no one would care about you if you dropped dead right now.  That was the reality for people in labor camps in the Archiepelago. The labor camps were made for destruction, to break the human spirit and the human body. It was meant to cripple and decapitate any prospects you had for the future. You were meant to break down and crack, to be irrevocably shattered like a broken mirror. It meant to shatter your reflection, reducing you to a state of helple...

The Gulag Archiepelago II: God government The days go on and you get used to the torture tactics, you got used to the torture techniques, they all become internalized, a part of you, ingrained, permanently incrisbled from within, deep rooted, DNA and RNA defining phenema, they grow to be a part of you. Sometimes you might get 3 ounches of bread and 1 glass of water. Their rule was one bathroom break per day 6pm, no arguments, comply, observe and let things discipate in the sky like a memory, listen to God government, do what he says, he is right. I am God government. Don’t give me problems, I will change the sentence to 25 years, do you really wanna labor in a concentration camp all your life, or I could outride kill you, because hey, I am God government. You know what I did to one of you just 5 minutes ago? I shot him in the head for being a hero. You have no rights. There is no such thing as rights. I gave them to you and I can revoke them if I wanted, you stupid insignif...

The good white Opening of "The good White" at the Market Theatre. I love the Market Theatre, the place was vibrant and buzzing. Even posed for a couple of pictures - press time.  A different perspective to the #feesmustfall and #rhodesmustfall movements. The story follows Professor Simon Whitehead, a senior ranking official of the University, his Zimbabwean colleague who plans to launch his book on Decolonization and his colored wife who also holds a high position at the University. It is set in a world of unrest and desolation, a world where the youth feel betrayed by the current system and the leaders that preceded it. Nelson Mandela preached "rainbownism", he didn't change anything, the systems of apartheid are still in place. Apartheid still roams but in a different form, with new and fancy terminologies. While real people still suffer, inequality rife and students can't afford schooling. Everything is blamed on the white man; the...