Adaptation.......

Adaptation…….

I don’t know how it began or why it begun

Who it started with or where it began…

One thing I know is that it is necessary for surviving in life and advancing further.

I don’t know much about the word, but I know I got to keep on moving and change with times, even though time itself never changes,yet moves on steadily.

I know I got to adapt, does that mean I got to change completely or partially?

Doesn’t “changing partially” mean one has changed, regardless of how much change he/she has undergone?

What is this adaptation if all we ever do is reflect on the past,forgetting to look for solutions for our tomorrow?

I adapt…how?

How do I shape up for an hour I know less about or know what it’ll bring with, let alone turn out?

What is tomorrow,if not a couple of hours away from the first hour you started counting down the minutes left in this day?

What is this adaptation when I still walk up straight like the so called prime-mates from way back then, when and where time was not so much of an important factor?

Is adaptation different from evolution?

When we evolve, we become better, and we make do with what we have the best way we can under whatever circumstances…

What about adaptation?

Does it mean I can  be the same person I was yesterday and claim to have grown or changed if there isn’t any substantial change or growth to show or boast about but bar-time stories and references of good times, days and hardship i've been through?

We are a backward generation moving forward in a high paced rate with no definite or concrete assurance of any desirable destination.

We speak of destiny as if we’ve seen our tomorrows….if that were the case, why haven’t we jumped all the sad aspects, moments, circumstances, trials and tribulations and fast forwarded to happier times and moments or to our “destinies”?

Adaptation…are we living in an imaginary world or does it really exist?

Learn to let go……See the forest for the trees!

Those Times.......long gone and still to come

There were times….

When I thought at a certain age, I’d have had a lot to boast about

(but then I  was reminded I am not the boastful type)

When I thought having a mansion took turning 30years old

When I thought having a wife was a matter of saving up and buying cows

When I thought a career was a thing for the most educated, the rest do jobs and work their backs and fingers to the bones and ultimately to the grave…

There were times….

When the imagination was a thing left for dreamers who’s dreams we imagine ourselves living

When trust was as simple and honest as a child’s smile.

Then came those times….

Where panic, grief and turmoil ruled supreme

Clouding and plunging everything into darkness

Where anger and scorn saw one cursing and wishing dreadful things upon those deemed worthless….

There were…

Those other times at time…where

A simple “hello, how’re you doing” brought a smile upon your face,

made you giggle, laugh and smile better than a roasted sheep skull…

Times where thoughts of he, thoughts of she brought memories of days gone by…

Times, where the rain pounded in a  Unisom beat and rate as your heart, her heart, your hearts raced each other towards a single climax after an anticlimax of a day…

Times where all seemed like a line or scene from a movie long deemed classical by hopeless romantics

There were indeed times….all in the past, for tomorrow is a constant present forever unfolding, draped in an illusion we call life.

Only the circumstances make the feeling/moment hurt more, enjoyable more or prolonged for longer than necessary……!

Let go....and let it flow

Broken dreams

Broken Dreams……

Like broken records, they play themselves over and over in my head. Reminding me of greater things that could have been.

Broken dreams, like broken wings of a bee who’s gust and will to work hard and collect more pollen still drives and encourages it to try and fly….only to be smacked in the face by reality: life without wings is hard for a busy b.e.e.

Broken dreams…….similar to a treasured crystal cup chipped all around the brim, stripping it of its value and use, useless yet hard to throw away because of the sentiments and ways it was acquired.

Were they really dreams or psychological denial of temporally let downs perceived as the end of the world??

Were they ever attainable or was I over optimistic….?

Was it all a dream come true, the straight A’s I got, the Diploma he got or the degree she holds….was it all a dream come true if I’m still held bondage by the thorn in my heart from dreams that never saw the light of day due to A, B and C….?

Who is to blame, the dreamer or the crusher of dreams……?

A, B and C being mere obstacles I heard others encountered and couldn’t surpass? Was I not led to believe that all that is feared hinders everyone who has ever headed and is heading down the same road to success…?

What is success if not dreams for a better tomorrow?

And what are dreams without a few hiccups and scratches?

Like broken records, playing themselves over and over and over again in my head, reminding me of greater things that could have been….yet I fail to try again and follow my dreams.

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Don't ever give up on your dreams, don't ever watch the sun set on you and your hopes! Regret and self pity might win you the hearts and sympathy of many, but it will never take you anywhere except further down the drain if you do not snap out of it and try again! A house is never a home without a bit loving, compassion and trials and tribulations.

My name is Sthembile Ngcobo, and this is part of my work.

Do i still know the person I once knew

The person I use to be wasn’t what I see in the mirror today.

The person I use to be wasn’t so lazy or pitiful of himself, he wasn’t so less focused on what he once wanted, let alone easily dismayed by failed first attempts.

The person I once knew had the same name as the one I currently see in the mirror, had pride just like the next fool boasting about his meager temporally achievements to a blind man who’s understanding of the financial world is as big and popular as sand to an Eskimo and grazing land to a Hottentot.

The person I once knew, lost himself on his way from home to a world unknown, full of promises and bright lights, beautiful women and fiery intoxicating water.

The person I once knew was no different from the person I once was, all humble and respectful, dedicated and motivated but never introduced to opportunity nor ever bumped onto understanding.

The person I once knew thought OPPORTUNITY was reserved only for those with Degrees, Diplomas and Doctorates, forgetting he has hands, strong shoulders and a dream.

The person I once knew deprived himself of one too many an opportunity and a shot at making his dreams a reality that he  now can’t tell the difference between being optimistic and living in a fantasy world.

The person I once knew, had dreams, ambitions and wishes, and he gave up on all of them.....just like the person I have become.

Having a dream is a good thing, following your dream is even better, but understanding the fundamentals and basics of how your idea/dream or vision works is the key to a living your dream.

Sithembile Cleaopas Ngcobo

Born in Pietermaritzburg to Linda Mbelu and Sipho Ngcobo

Aspirering Photographer

What am I protecting

What am I protecting…….a lot comes to mind whenever I ask myself this and other similar questions. A lot remains unanswered, shoved back to the metronome of my mind. A lot gets obscured and tainted by the immediate satisfaction of the mind and the physical.

Less tend to argue with their subconscious self, let alone reason before acting.  One a many of us have regrets we choose not to amend, let alone learn from.

I ask again, what is it that I am protecting, with all the spikes, barbed wire, high rising fences and barricades of concrete around my house, heart and mind.

If all I see be materialistic, why protect it if it’ll be lost with each new trend? If a house is only made a home by what is within my chest, why entertain thoughts more than feelings.

What am I protecting if I fail to realize that the fears I got can be used as fuel to further my goals and dreams? A friend wrote: “There is certainly an improvement in the quality of life once you’re aware of things that really matter to you”…….Is pride one of those things, is constant comparison one of those things, is regret suppose to be in that list?

What is it that I am protecting with all these defensive systems I fail to utilize to further or improve my life?

Am I in staying because of my kids, reputation, financial security or protecting those older or younger than me? What exactly am I protecting with all these efforts I make which never seem to bring me any comfort or peace of mind?

There is a lot to life than what meets the eye…….protect that which advances you and alters and brings  your life towards realizing your dreams.

It's all up to you.....I have made up my mind!

In a war between good and bad, none seem to win except death……!

In a war of words between hatred and justifying one’s thoughts, actions or motives, none seem to win except grief, defeat and inflated egos.

In a war of life….death isn’t the end but a beginning of a journey into the unknown!

Love your heart.....above all, love the hearts of those you love the most and make the one you loving understand the importance of loving the ones you love more than loving you alone…Before her/him, there were those you called family and friends which are still there for you.

Before he rocked up and swept you off your feet, there were those with lesser of a figure than yours at this point compared to when he met you….Before she rocked up and got your attention and made you do things you hardly knew you could, there were those with the same “gentlemen stances” you show cased back then that made her want to be by your side.....is it still the case or are you still searching for more "germs" to spoil your ego with and prance like a horse before a race on a circular circuit that has no start nor finish line.....?

Know what you are loving and who you are loving…know your heart!

Allow yourself to be eluded by vengeance, anger and mediocre…allow yourself to channel energies bubbling under into perfecting your ambitions or increasing the little wealth you’ve accumulated, allow yourself to be distanced from temptations to whisper this and that about this person and that person and the other person who seems to be carefree of your chit chats about everyone else.

Distance yourself from those who give you props in your face and turn around and say: “ Mbukeni, ucabanga ukuthi ungubani yena?” Distance yourself NOT from those with a gentle heart, a warm hand, a broad shoulder to cry on, a stern tongue every now and then yet have the ability to build you up, stand by you and offer you more than just a helping hand…..!

We all have dreams, no one else’s dream will ever be bigger than the next person’s dream if we stopped comparing them. We are individuals, we stand together in unity as individuals. We shout out against felony in a Unisom , we succeed as individuals but we do not do all that without any support from the next person. Each one teach one to live better, save wisely, invest more time on worthy causes: family, children, work and talents.

Inject some fun into life,not only your life but lives of those you want to share your fun filled life with!

If your financial worth could be taken away, would you still be worth a lot to those whom you think value you?

Wake up call.......

 

Wake up calls come or hit us when we’re least expecting them. We go through life wondering how the next day, hour, minute or second will bring.

Unlike plants and other objects that can be replaced, we only have a single shot at making things work for ourselves, families and those we care about.

When or where do we draw the line though when things get a bit too much or when the going gets too tough? How much can we take from those we love, those we deem “blood brothers” or relatives?

 

Who do we turn to when things take an unexpected turn? What does one do when choices are made for her/him, without any consultation or discussions?

What does one do when he/she finds himself/herself in a compromising situation, where the heart and its abilities to love, accept and forgive is pushed into dangerous terrains?

How do we end up hurting each other to a point where we forget who we fell in love with or the reason why we fell in love? How do we go from being adorable lovers, husbands, wives or family members to being vicious, cold, and inconsiderate beings driven by a yearning to satisfy our wants and egos at other’s expenses?

If tables were turned, would you enjoy the taste of the medicine you dish out?

There is a lot we can do for one other; there is a lot we can achieve by substituting selfishness with selflessness. Without a doubt, we all have been victims of circumstances at some point or so in life, we all have been in compromising situations, got out of them by sacrificing a certain percentage of our freedom, love or individualism.We react differently to certain situations, at times; the help we seek doesn’t come instantly or doesn’t come from those we most expect it from. That doesn’t mean the world would pack up and swallow you whole. Fight for what you believe in, stand for what is right, do not compromise your freedom or your happiness for something less than your worth.

 

I have come to realise and accept that I am not in control of certain things that happen in my life, that some things happen for a reason and that I might never know what the reason is till certain things have happened.

I will no longer fight for what I do not have control over. I have a greater understanding on how most young people turn to drugs, sex, alcohol abuse or end up in the streets with nothing to look forward to. I can say I understand the frustrations of being rejected by family, of relatives turning against you, of grudges from when you were a child being raised and used against you. I can say I have been through most of it, seen and felt the pain and saw deceit staring down at me with a huge smile and poisonous words seeping from a tongue so smooth. I can say I witnessed family distance itself from me, I can tell you about confessions from someone who is supposed to be a father figure and words voiced from anger coming from the one person he should be calling his wife....all that would be visiting and staying in a world with no hope of escaping from. That would be building a house in the past and calling it home. That would be rekindling the flames of hatred and agony that have been burning me alive al these years.

What I can do though is to share the very few bits of happiness I find in taking images, what I can do is share my hopes and dreams with you, help you realise having a positive outlook in life helps with eradicating bad thoughts and negative energies. I can tell you to focus on what makes you happy and use that to keep your sanity.

I can tell you I could be of assistant and avail myself even though we have never met. I can be the stranger God could have sent to give you a helping hand. I can be everything I dream of becoming....only if I allow myself to let go of:

1. Pride
2. Pain
3. Prejudice
4. Procrastination
5. Fear

I urge you to do likewise, invest in yourself, invest in retaining and preserving the good nature you were born with.

The first emotion we ever knew before everything else was that of love. The first act we got exposed to from childhood was that of protection. Remind yourself how life was before life happened and try work towards building similar conditions and share them.

Never give up on yourself, don't let temporal setbacks kill your love for life.

When I'm all grey and wrinkled

The day I grow old…..when my head’s all grey and eyes blurry...

will I be remembered for the good I did, the humanity I showed or the pride I showed with each step I took, prancing like a horse on show,parading my ego and self importance?

The day I grow old, what memories of self would I have, all the blunders I made, will they come back to haunt me?

All the chances I lost out on, will they come back to taunt my mind with “what if’s” and “I wonder where I would’ve been if I had went along and took that risk”.

The day I grow old……would my grand children watch me wither in solitude like a fallen leaf blown into a slow flowing stream?

Will my own flesh and blood resent me for the anger, harshness and negligence?

The day I grow old, what would I have left in this world apart from memories of times we partied till the sun came up, drank till we passed out, only to remember less of the drinking spree or the people we drank with…..?

What legacy am I suppose to leave behind if I have never been introduced to one?

What moral values am I suppose to pass on, do I even know what those are when I am still content with pointing out defects on those I call friends and family?

The day I grow old….,and find myself empty and shallow would,be the day I acknowledge I have lived one too many hours without realizing my worth and potential.

wangishaya kwazwela ngikwethembile

Life and love lost

Time and time again, we hold on to that that evokes emotions we want to hold on to unnecessarily

Time and time again we act in ways aimed to evoke emotions that we thrive upon in order to belong and have an impact.

Love and life lost, lost to guilt, lost to pride, lost to misguided conclusions driven by hearsays and presumptions.

Brothers fight over petty squabbles influenced and fuelled by favoritism, negative perceptions, rumors and selfishness.

Love lost over a life never lived.

Years pass, frictions and cracks surfaces yet moments and emotions linger on, like a defiant mist on a summer’s morning.

Although it might be conquered by the scorching sun, the coolness brought about by dusk and dawn makes it possible for the mist to return once more come the early hours of the day.

Although conquered by the brightness of the day, the stars lose not their beauty for their time to shine always comes…..

Even through cloudy days, the moon’s beauty renders the clouds a silver lining, giving hope to lovers for clearer nights to bask in its beauty as they exchange matters of the heart in a loud silence.

Life and love lost…impossible if there was none to lose in the first place.

Differences will forever be there, faction and fiction will forever have an impact on lives loved and cherished.

Breathing was never meant to be made impossible by the limitations of the brain, why make life hard to manage when we once lived in Unisom?

Fortune favors those unfortunate enough to live through their misfortune and make efforts to turn things around and make do with what they have.

The last hour before dawn is said to be the darkest, could it be as dark as it has been all along inside of me?

Is there an hour darker than the pit my heart has been held captive by its owner?

Is there a void denser in darkness than what my soul has been through?

Where does the light you see radiating in me comes from?

What Faith has guided me to where I am today?

What has been holding me back from spreading my wings and venturing out there?

What has been blinding me all along from seeing you for who you are or who you have been all this time!

Questions asked daily by many with no answers coming forth for part of what we ask about is a spit image of what we have become and have been all along.

Take care of self first before the many…..define your destiny if you dare, live as you wish to be without having to evoke emotions taxing on others in order for you to feel important!

U.N.I.T.Y….what would it take for us to unify….why ask that when unifying with self seems a daunting task….?

Life and love lost over pride, misguided conclusions spurring from hush words whispered in ones ears

Sweeter than honey they are, as bitter as gall are they results…!

Love and life lost….over petty issues affecting us not should we not allow them…!

Love lost……Wangishaya kwazwela ngaphakathi......!

Voices unheard

Song of the voiceless…sung by the deaf to a guitar fine tuned by the blind.

Such can be life…

At first…when things were sweet, joy, love and happiness filled the air everytime your voice sounded.

At first, when all the wild flowers bloomed & blossomed, butterflies and bees hopped and skipped from one flower to the next, spreading your love and affection wherever they went.

At first, your words filled my heart with warmth just like the sun does on a summer’s morning.

At first, the rainbow rejoiced at your sight, your presence brought about all the colors of the world with each smile you shared.

I was your thorn-less rose, perfect in many ways.

Such was life, listening to a song

sung to the deaf over a guitar fine tuned by the blind sung by a mute.

Things changed…..conductors andexpects from all walks of life found fault with each string of my guitar.

Imperfections and shot comings brought about by the many who knew not the song of my heart, gave birth to a change in you.

Questions and misguided assumptions became the end of me

Redemption versus constant scrutiny

Irrelevant questions versus an unchanging change of  heart ring through my head

Such can be life, listening to a song sung by the deaf

Deaf to what the world says; warn and hint about…..leaving one feeling worthless in all degrees.

Eyes wide shut to what the heart sees

Ears glued on the ground; as words spread through the grapevine fly and multiply, evolving ever so sadistically with each interpretation and advice from those who have mastered the art of fine tuning other’s guitars while turning a blind eye to their own music they blatantly ignore to face and dance spread acts of folly long erased from the mind.

Such is a song only your heart and mine understood better than any music conductor could have ever understood

This, being no ordinary orchestral work by any of the world’s greatest, was a song from my deaf soul, sung by my voiceless heart fallen into ears of a world with many a blind guitar perfectionist.

Like a jester in a king’s court, I danced, juggled, fell and crashed…..tryin to dance to a song, sung by the deaf to a guitar fine tuned by the blind who’s keys gave not the note my heart’s song sang in agony of it’s silence.

Like a jester, all made no sense to common perfectionist, imperfections was all they saw.

Like a jester, I look forward to an end of each day full of fools pointing and jeering, rolling back with laughter with each blunder I make.

At the end of each day, wiping off the mask I wear daily, seeing the muffled smile of my heart through a reflection of a soul I have long forgotten kills me a thousand times more than death suffered by a coward who sold his fathers soul for a measly inheritance.

When it is all said and done, prospect of a brighter day urges me on to look forward to yet another day.

When all is said and done…when I finally find my footing and stand tall, revealing the greatness in me, I to shall smile from within and walk tall.

When all is said and done, pride and an dilated ego will not be the end of the humble me I’d have long yearned to be recognized for.

When all is said and done, reaching out to lend you a helping hand won’t come from an attempt or urge to spite you, look down on your shot comings like you did mine, it won’t be coming from an urge to prove a point nor gloat on my new found source of joy and happiness…

It be from sheer beauty of what I call life, humility and compassion.

When all is said and done, the only memories of you that would cloud my head would be those of beautiful moments we had.

When all is said and done, you too will realize we are all humans and no where close to perfection.

Such goes the song for the voiceless

Sung by a blind man to a mute with a guitar fine tuned by the deaf….

Small Town Mentality......

Slavery to life,

a life dictated by the blind tryin to show the deaf how to play a guitar which they find hard to fine tune.

Slavery to self,

as full of possibilities as life can be, taking them requires one to want more from life other than blindly following on the footsteps of those who had the same visions, same limitations and same fears as you, yet did nothing to overcome them.

Small town mentality,

where everything one hears seems to be an exaggeration of a fabricated truth.

enslaving it’s residents in hype, fictitious ways and subjection to a way of life heading nowhere fast…going round and round in circles like a dog chasing it’s tail or like a girl who’s body is known through cliques of friends, without any remorse in her stride nor shame in their faces for using and violating her.

Small town mentality,

where gossip, assumptions and slander rule supreme.

Small town mentality

While we chase our tails in circles, while we chase gossip and the latest scandals, life beyond our little ponds slowly flourishes and gradually passes us by.

While stuck in our stagnant and dormant ways of life, time tics-tocks by steadily, evolutions and revolutions sweep through us like a breeze, yet we refuse to sway from our meaningless grudges we hold against one another, no give up our simple complicated lives we seem sure about their values being worth more than all the gold and silver we yearn to have.

Where a sense of individualism is a distant dream to most, where procrastination has seen a lot claiming to be moving forward by taking 2 steps forward only to take 8 more backward each weekend.

Where all believe making it in life requires more of being popular than being successful or having something to show for at the end of the day.

Where showing off is a norm and social standards are raised with each dance move fabricated through talks less mentally challenging and more degrading than anything and full of repetitive talks of victorious acts in the sack and the number of dames one has had, without any form of protection or responsibility or care in the world for what tomorrow might be like should his/her actions have been more calculated.
Small town mentality

Driven by self pity, sustained by lack of confidence and playing the blame game;

Spread easily by peer pressure and submissive/toxic friendships and relationships.

Demeaning and damning to all who’s aspirations lie beyond the clutches of greed and small mindedness of everyone else.

Bound by similar mentalities and notions about life,

they find each other, group up and gang up against any who might seek to think beyond their reasoning capacities or introduce change that might affect their comfort in living out of pettiness.

Fact is it doesn’t take much to stand out or stick out like a sore thumb for what you believe in and if change is what one wants.

It doesn’t take much as reaching out and asking for a way out or help or guidance, all it takes is a nudge towards the right direction every now and then. That can only be possible if one believes in his or her own potential and has a yearning to be counted amongst the many who stood at the edge of the nest and took flight towards the bright horizon, never to return but left a mark and showed others it is possible if one believes.

Don’t be caught in the same vicious circle, break free from the clutches of fear, guilt, stagnation, dictatorship, abuse,(be it physical, emotional, financial or drug related)….life doesn’t end at 30 nor does it begin at 20….Life begins when you choose to let go and try/make an effort towards living!

There is more to life than what meets the eye,there is a solution to every challenge one encounters,there is always a helping hand willing to offer support,there is a shoulder to cry on whenever all seems to be lost.

There is always a tomorrow to look forward to.......

Trouble finding peace.....trapped in a stagnant pool of Self pity.

For years, we restrict our growth through self pity, remorse and holding on to the past as if feeling down and sorry for one will make amends for what has been said and done.

For years we live in hope of acceptance, affection and a sense of belonging when we know we aren’t remotely alike the people we try to get approval from.

Who said life should be given a stamp of approval by cynic critics, or those who have failed in their own rights to make something worthy of their lives when they were given a chance to do so?

So what if you do not belong to a certain clan, so what if you were born out of wedlock or if you do not come from a wealthy family.

Do you even know your worth to sell yourself short all the time?

Do you know what you can be if you’d stop whining and moaning about what people say about you, feel about you or think about you, what you do not have, endless financial woes you avert by a whisk of a hair every month end?

What will it take for you to wake up and realize that you owe it to yourself to be happy and live life without any limitations or restrictions from people who’ve infested your mind with the same mentality and way of thinking everythin in life is IMPOSSIBLE?

You got the ability to turn everythin you touch into gold, you have an eye for detail, you give sound advice yet you are restricted by pity and grief.

You are gifted beyond your own belief, beyond your family’s acceptance, beyond your colleague’s doubts yet you tell yourself you do not have what it takes to crack it in life….!!

What more would you want, what more signs do you need in order for you to trust in yourself and shine?

How long will it take you before you can believe that you’re more capable of doing greater things only if you could take the first step towards realizing your own potential?

It took harsh words to make me realize I do not stand a chance at undoing the hands of time or changing history.

It cost me a great deal of pain and time to realize I should always put myself first in life.

It took my father years of living with shame for allowing his only son to suffer shamelessly in the hands of his sisters.

The people we call family could be the ones that hurts us the most, the only ones who can plant that seed of doubt, which will not only unsettles us but also gives us a false impression of others we might need in future who might display similar traits or characteristics as them, yet have different motives and intentions.

The most important thing in life is family right; at what price are you willing to belong to one?

How much suffering are you prepared to endure all in the name of keeping your surname alive?

“Blood is thicker than water” they say, but blood was never meant to be shed in the first place and water is one vital source of sustaining your blood flow…..pollute any of the two and you will find yourself living in vile conditions, full of contaminated hearts, minds, intentions and motives.

Allow yourself to be subdued and made to believe it’ll be better one day, and you will find yourself stuck fishing for fish in a pond infested with tadpoles…once they’ve evolved an turned into fully grown frogs, it’d be too late for you to turn back the hands of time and get your fat worm/bait you used feeding them.

We invest our time tryin to make things work while some concentrate on reminding us our efforts are futile to what they have set their minds on labeling you as.

We invest our time tryin to keep it together, hiding our parent’s shame and guilt, fighting their shrewd battles for them and look beyond their greedy ways, only to be let down at the end, by then, turning back the hands of time is impossible.

We invest our efforts and make sacrifices, all in the name of keeping it together, only to realize our selfless act do not par to the selfishness of those we want approval of even though we do not need it.

Such can be an example of how a good soul can be restricted from blossoming into an icon of admiration.

Such is how someone’s life can remain stagnant for years, losing it’s value and purpose while tryin to satisfy everybody’s selfish needs.

Such is another example of how one can be led to believe he/she can only be as good as what others say he/she can be, forgetting his/her abilities go beyond the next person’s ones.

Invest more in yourself

Listen more to your friends who have been there for you in times of hardships.

Take time to redefine yourself, your goals and your tomorrow.

Learn to let go of dead weight, it will only weigh you down and drag you under long before your time has come.

Learn to be harsh to those you love, words spoken from the heart aren’t meant to be destructive, no matter how bitter they sound, they are more constructive than destructive,

(Only if your mind is not stuck in a stagnant state of shallowness, bitterness, self pity or regret.)

You can only do so much for those you love, it’s up to them to live their lives, not through you, and you can not live their lives for them.

Put yourself first at all times, don’t’ be selfish with your love to those who need it more than they “want” or demand it.

Don’t be selfish with your sound advices to those you see heading for a dead end.

Do not feel sorry for being harsh to those you hold dear in your life whom you see embarking on a journey of self destruction.

Do not apologize for doing the right thing, if the next person doesn’t like it and if his/her ways will cost you your happiness and tax your pocket and emotions, why do it?

Why please those who can’t please themselves or who can not be satisfied with any good you exude?

Why allow yourself to be used as a door mat everytime when you know you are worth more than that and you deserve more than to be left out in the cold after serving your job as a mat, wiping mud off their shoes…?

You only live once, this is no dress rehearsal; you reap what you saw only if you can recognize what you have to saw in the first place.

Know your worth and share your worth with those who share the same sentiments with you and have similar ambitions as yourself.

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Suffer the children for the sins of thy fathers........

Suffer the Children for the sins of thy fathers………..

Life can be full of fun, joy, laughter and happiness…..similes/synonyms used to express all that is good and wonderful (more similes)
Life can be taken as an adventure with no set or predictable ending…there are many ways it can end…so are there many ways it starts!
Where does it all begin…..in your mother’s womb, your father’s testicles……in the stars above…..or dictated by faith….?
You tell me…!
How does it all begin……through curve balls life throws at you…..through sad experiences you find yourself in…….through an upbringing less desired by many and shunned by the wealthy…..?
You tell me…..
There are many endings in this journey of life, so are the starting points.

Girl meets boy, boy meets girl…things get heated up….
but the flame dies not before long….…>!
In the spare of the moment, while the flame was high, he bakes dough and plants it in her oven….
The flame dies…..the electricity goes….!
Yet the bun bakes and grows….
Excuses are made…harsh words are exchanged, phone numbers discontinued….
Yet the bun continues to grow…well nourished by nature’s own insulation and protective system
Cells dividing with each breath she takes…..and a link’s created between two souls missing one.
Thoughts of back door bush doctors fill her head…..her friends call him names, forgetting she was the one who said it wasn’t his…!
Harsh words, said in the spare of the moment, cut him deep, tore him apart, left her with a sense of revenge dished out for leaving her for the better looking dark girl from the other street who’s dedication to life circulates not around the next party or club or Friday night out drinking like men….
Life can be full of fun, joy, laughter and happiness….right….!
As there are many beginnings, so are there many endings……yet, suffers the child for the sins of thy fathers…..!
A child grows without really knowing his/her father….a man wonders through life wondering if it really is his child……a mother rests her head on a wet pillow, heavy heart pounding against her frail body as guilt consumes her……Another man kisses her/him good night after reading a bed time story…not knowing his blood runs not in that soul’s innocent body…..!
Such can be life right……..Such can be what we go through on a daily basis..!
Does one tell, does one wait till her last breath to come out clean…does one ever think keeping it within will make it go away…??
Are you your mother’s child……what makes you think such…is it the writing on that precious piece of paper that gives you your identity and grants you access to this world’s spoils….?
What makes you your father’s child…his last name……Aren’t you going to lose that when you finally say “I do” at the altar….?


Life can be full of fun, joy, laughter and happiness….
Trapped in a relationship one knows will never go any further than where it is, unless if it’s the opposite direction of progression one has in mind……
All for what…..for the sake of the child, lobola paid (dowry), time invested in it…..hope for a better tomorrow when you aren’t even sure of today…?
She calls, only when she feels like it, she laments about not having any money for your son, yet the first thing she asks for when you see her is a dress or money for a new hair do….!
She calls asking for financial help and all he ever thinks of is the money he’s going to lose should he give her some….fun times with the boys wont be the same if he is a thousand rands shot from the five he wastes every month on worthlessness….!
Yet again……
A child grows without really knowing his/her father….a man wonders through life wondering if it really is his child……a mother rests her head on a wet pillow, heavy heart pounding against her frail body as guilt consumes her……Another man kisses her/him good night after reading a bed time story…not knowing his blood runs not in that soul’s innocent body…..!
Such can be life right……..Such can be what we go through on a daily basis..!

Suffer the Children for the sins of thy fathers……
Innocent souls turned vile by words whispered from hurting hearts who’s motives are to destroy all that they once loved because of differences that could have been worked on…!
Suffer the Children for the sins of thy fathers…
Innocent souls never to know their roots, thanks to aunt’s who’s rotten hearts corrupt all that they set their fingers gnarled from all the years of holding on to a cold past they never really got around accepting…!
Suffer the Children for the sins of thy fathers…..
Innocent souls corrupted by grandmother’s who’s lives have longed passed expiry dates, yet their hearts remain vile, living their fantasies through their offspring’s lives…controlling who comes and goes in it…!
Suffer the Children for the sins of thy fathers……
Innocent souls deprived of ever knowing their fathers due to their mother’s pride and agony brought about by circumstances that could have been prevented should each agreed on a compromise….!


Suffer the Children for the sins of thy fathers……for the cycle of life never ends till the last breath’s taken…..!

Life can be full of fun, joy, laughter and happiness….
Only, if we allow ourselves to accept what we have lost….
Only, if we accept what we can make do with and compromise where we can and should….
Only, if we stop tryin to punish those we hate through acts of selfishness…….
Only, if we allow ourselves to live and move on…make amends and patch ourselves up……!
Only, and only, if we man up and take responsibilities for out actions and consequences thereafter….!

Suffer the children NOT for our pride and selfish ways……!
Suffer the Children for the sins of thy fathers………..

Life can be full of fun, joy, laughter and happiness…..similes/synonyms used to express all that is good and wonderful (more similes)
Life can be taken as an adventure with no set or predictable ending…there are many ways it can end…so are there many ways it starts!
Where does it all begin…..in your mother’s womb, your father’s testicles……in the stars above…..or dictated by faith….?
You tell me…!
How does it all begin……through curve balls life throws at you…..through sad experiences you find yourself in…….through an upbringing less desired by many and shunned by the wealthy…..?
You tell me…..
There are many endings in this journey of life, so are the starting points.....!


Don't be caught in the same web of deception,lies,hate,secretes and pressures emancipating from parents who weren't there in the first place when you met her/him....or friend's who think they run the world,including your life...!
Take charge of your life.......


(End of the First part of what is promising to be a 3 part blog)

Learning to let go........

Learning to let go…….Habits are said to be the driving force behind the reason why we find it hard to let go. Fearing to lose what one never had in the first place is harder than fooling around with a burning match stick while waddling in a pond of gasoline!

The very same spark that lit your first romance can be as destructive as an open flame to a moth.

The very same principles you try to adhere to can lead you to live a life lived only to wade off critics who take plight in seeing you try to go through life without faltering.

Imperfections are merely perfections defined by beings not looking for what you can offer or what you want to offer…

Why regret when you can learn from what you couldn’t achieve…

Why cry when you can laugh it off and thank her/him for tutoring you in life’s ever changing syllabus of love, hurt, pain and reconciliation, backstabbing, trust and loyalty?

Who said we get only a single shot at life when you are able to take more than a million breaths in a year…?

We live, we love, we lose out….holding on is never an option we choose to take…it is in our genes, we can not cut holding on out of lives, hearts and minds…..we can not deny pain to play it’s role, we can not deny another being to find what she/he didn’t find in you or me…..we can not stop living after being crushed.

Facing and accepting reality shouldn’t be hard or painful right?

Life is as simple as you make it to be right…..tell me then, what is simplicity when the driving forces behind sustaining life are as complicated as a jigsaw puzzle to a 1 year old child or  ?

How simple is it to forget how to forget and move on….?

How simple is simplicity when each and everyday becomes harder than the previous one…?

Expectations………we all have them, we al fear them……we all wish everything could be as what we expect it to be……?

Would life be what it is without them…….would you love as much as you do if you were never expected to act or carry yourself in a certain or particular way….?

What’s life without stumbling every now and then….?

What is life without mishaps and downfalls….?

What is life without doubt…….?

What is life without belief………?

I believe in Christ, I believe in God…I believe in forgiveness and a new start……....!