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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