Month: March 2017

My kinder woman


My kinder woman is my day one. She’s a friend best in the world. She’s a lover; above all she’s a caregiver.

My kinder woman is the woman whom wishes to see the infinite smile on my face; not through spoiling me. But through reprimanding me against the negative acts that I engage in.

My kinder woman is a teacher, nurse, safety officer, social worker, pastor all wrapped in a box with a ribbon on; she’s just never a judge perhaps she’s a righteous advocate.

My kinder woman has unreserved faith in me; she knows eternal agape love. This woman aims at leading me to greener pastures. This phenomenon never give-up on me no matter how tempting my misconducts will lead her into throwing the towel, damn she holds on it.

My kinder woman foresee the the wrong things that am blinded against; my kinder woman will always have words of consolation and encouragement for my depressed soul. That’s the woman of my calibre. The woman who, despite all, monitor me into the positive direction of life. This woman will wish and hope for the best in my life, not because she wants a share of it; but because she wants me to live a better life. This is a woman who believes in investing in me and ensures I don’t place the investments at jeopardy. She believes she can and has to build the strongest pyramid out of me.

My kinder women always had and continue to have time for my stories; she is a true forgiver – she never hold grudges even though I piss her off the worst direction. This woman doesn’t owe me nothing; I owe her everything. My kinder woman feels like giving me life is not enough, hence she mentors me through it.

My kinder woman wants what’s best for me. She’s honest when it comes to what I should stop doing; although i might Take her for granted, but she never hesitate to be frank about the kinder people i should associate myself with.

My kinder woman sacrifice alot in her life to make me happy; in hard times she tries by all means to cover it up for my eyes and she will say: “…gotlo loka ngwanaka, Modimo ona le rena…”.

Mosadi mosadi; mosadi. She taught me that I can be what I am destined to be. Among other things, she taught me respect, discipline and choice making. She taught me to independency and to maintain focus.

Sade sang about my kinder woman in the heartbreaking track “Pearls”. Tupac titled my kinder woman a “dear mama”. My dear mama is well spoken off by Judith Sephuma when she artistically narrated “Mme mostwadi”. The woman who shed some tears and believe that Notorious B.I.G is still her little boy, is my kinder woman.

My kinder woman is a fighter; a fighter for the freedom in me; she is a human freedom fighter; she is your Lillian Ngoyi -Albertina Sisulu kinder woman. That’s my woman! This woman wants me out of apartheid lifestyle.

My kinder woman whooped the demon out of my bum; she understood that am old but found an alternative way of casting the devil out of me- my kinder woman spoke the thorny truth to my ears.

I never saw it coming; but I am what I am because of my kinder woman. I stand firm and influence some life decisions because my kinder woman played her role. She raised me high so i can stand the mountains; the true woman of virtue. My heart got no divided doubts for this woman!


My kinder woman believes she can still kiss me in public no matter how old I get & still all good.

My kinder woman is the woman whom was disliked by my ex friends; she made me realise that am nothing without the but everything without them. I was only young when I’d say she’s a pain in the but because I wanna please my ex friends. She fought the most challenging stage of my life which is future shaping to most of us; my kinder woman battled peer pressure.


My kinder women: Their ululations made feel king when I walked down the aisle of success; they get out of their way to see me achieving.

Cutting it doesn’t mean am done talking about my kinder woman. I have whole lot more to say about my kinder woman.

I know the difference between a blue and white lie because she’d lie to me for the right reasons; God forgave my kinder woman for her white lies, but they sit well with me coz I felt better as a kid and it’s still all good.

I have much respect; love and all sorts of noble feelings for these kinder woman in the world. They’re just… words can express what I mean. They’re everything Heaven man!




Photo: Lebronny. “If you believe; then you’re halfway there”

Although we are somewhat obligated to embark on the journey of life, it is however never easy route to embark on. We have battles to fight along the way, burning and dry pressure of discomfort to withstand for us to reach the set destination point(s) ahead of us.

Miscellaneously, albeit their different nature, we are on this planet to fulfill a certain purpose. We often come across people uttering “We’ve come a long way…”, but at some point we seldom realize that individually we indeed come a long way. Thus missing the point to credit ourselves. The niche group who practice it are self motivated and ultimately such a behavior will amount to thriving the missions set. The self deserves credit, it deserves internal motivation and i believe it will easily comprehend the external impulse encountered. We definitely need to learn from such people. The distinction is not that they are perfect; but it is that they understand the worth of their craft after a sweaty attempt with some threatening downfalls in between the craft-ship! I applaud such human-being; this are human being who are never intimidated and driven by fear of the unknown into boosting their craft at a cost of settling for mediocre or compromising their capacitated integrity in order to cross bridges. These are not people who slaughter cows to tendentiously  chair the parliament!

These are bold men and women. These are people who fear themselves as they get to understand that they’re At The Verge of getting things in motion. Like one of my inspirational writer stated; As a people, we are excelling in remembering dates and names but never the lesson, the people whose view are as clear recall the lesson not only the names. Christopher George Latore Wallace famously known as B.I.G, my favorite i know, in one of his songs remembers back to his one room shack while birthdays were the worst days, but it is likely that his fans will remember his riches and material things acquired and never the acquiring process! We indeed fail to learn the core thing- this is evident when the audience’s breath is paused when what they see as fine speaker utter that “I had to sleep under a bridge some days of my life before i achieved what you see”.

We shall continue to be blinded towards the view of being at that edge of life, if we do not reflect on how far we’ve come to get to where we are. And we shall ultimately experience the world of defeatists. The danger part of missing this sight point is that we will end-up having people who are not so proud of their destinations simply because they settled for mediocre through cutting corners. I can bet that there is nothing worth to pride oneself to a student who acquired a distinction through cheating. It might not be known and visible to the external world, but deep down in them they are not so proud. Why? because the damn grades were not worked for but smuggled. The latter can not compare to the feeling of a grateful student who studied hard for that 60%.

The torch will be held high up with no doubts if it was earned. These are people who understood that they made it to the verge. They are people who are scared by their tenacious outcomes. These are people who couldn’t compromise their worth by abiding to silly tempting proposals. I guess it is always a story of hope to tell by that brother/sister who failed several times through the legal procedure, than the embarrassing secrete of those who earned the post at firsthand because some undies had to go down their feet! These people are in most cases someone’s “yes man”, the likelihood is that they are uncertain about their worth, since they are caged into what they fell for. Parents’ who sold tomatoes may shed some tears when their children are conferred that degree, but i doubt a drug mule parent will shed the same tear! Think about it.

Scare yourself and you shall respect yourself. It’s because some people’s views were blurred enough that they can’t see their verge of life hence they graduate> work> start buying STI medications all their lives! If our view is clear we would be as careful just so we understand that we are about to reap the benefits of a worthy journey long traveled!

My dear readers, situations may be tough and never promising but should we clear our viewpoint in the back of our powerful minds, we will understand that the grey area is temporary. That is when we will put our foot down and say NO to sleeping our way up; NO to being bribed with material things in return of engaging in disgracing acts; NO to settling to mediocre. NO to abusive bosses and relationship, because we were impatient to do things legally and lawfully to earn our throne. Simply because we know are our worth, value and what we are destined to be. Simply because we believe and have faith that we’ve come way too long to be at this Verge!

Go-on be a geek who works their way up; rather than skhothane who get sodomized to look game. At the end of the day, someone might remain controlled pet while the other is savor the moment which is there to stay if well sustained and maintained!

Know your worth>> broaden up your thinking>> See your verge of life>> Scare and respect yourself>> Be patient and value yourself; You’re almost there mfethu. Take vigilant care and pride yourself later when you get there!