Author: Lebronny

A combination of Lebogang and Ronny= Lebronny. Lebronny is a young enthusiast and a vibrant team player. I am a determined person who likes learning on daily basis and stand for corrections and resist human judgement. To me life is life because of the attributes and definition we impose in it. I am an Adventurous and exploring being. To me music is a daily need, just like motivation/inspiration. As a aspiring Dj/Event Co-coordinator Lebronny is more into GoodInterestingMusic

A STORY BEHIND EVERY GRADUATE: Ramokone Matlou Maleka’s Graudation Memoir



Photo_Supplied (Potchner): “I went there as a girl and I am coming out as a warrior, an Imbokodo, I have been through a lot in that school to know that there is no challenge I cannot defeat”.

In this piece, Lebronnyconcepts got the opportunity to interact with a sister, a survivor, a dreamer, a mother to her daughter and daughter to her parents. Being a social, i have met this sister during the academic period, i have since known her to be strong and a survivor of life, with special reference to tertiary life which is not for the faint hearted. This sister of mine is nowhere closer to being faint-hearted!

The 23 year Ramokone Matlou Maleka, told has unleashed without limits, her raw undisguised memoir based on no fiction but personal experience. Are such stories that we find more motivating and inspiring than just celebrating accolades without understanding the hardships that people undergo for such achievements. I deeply believe, that there is a story, similar to Ramokone’s behind every conferred and capped head. Moreover, are such true stories that will do more inspirational job than the picture in social media. Such are stories of faith, hope, patience, believe, determination, focus and many other aspects that need to be invested in the accomplishment of any mission set for human development!

Ushering us into this this profound personal life treatise, it was Mike Gafka who said: “To be successful you must accept all challenges that come your way. You can’t just accept the ones you like”.


This is dedicated to all the female students who are struggling with their degrees/diplomas, whom are finding it very difficult to see themselves completing their levels of study, all I can say to you ladies is hold on, there’s always light at the end of the tunnel and every dark cloud has its silver lining, just hold on.

” 2009 an innocent girl doing her grade 9, full of life, full of hope, looking forward to the bright future, anything and everything was possible,  I had a killer sense of humor, well come to think of it I still do, I was well known for my vibrant personality, I was still unsure about what exactly I wanted to be in the future, all I knew was that I wanted to be rich, I wanted a big family, I wanted everything good that life had to offer and at that time I knew nothing about love and boys

There was this other cute couple I knew, the boy was in grade 11 and the girl in grade 10, they were goals, I adored them, the girl was an inch or two taller than the guy, she was drop dead gorgeous, the guy was yummy, he had this bad boy thing going and I literally stared at them whenever I came across them. But then one day they broke up, I didn’t really care what they did, until the boy came on to me, I was overwhelmed, super excited and couldn’t understand why a cool boy like him could like an ordinary girl like me, especially considering how goals his ex was, I felt I didn’t stand a chance, but then something in me just felt the need to explore, all my friends were dating at that time, they knew what sex was, and they loved telling me their relationship stories I had other boys come up to me before, but I just felt that this one was the one for me, although I felt he was out of my league, I was willing to take a chance, and so we started dating, he loved me, he loved me fiercely and I loved him twice as much, he was the center of my world, he was my everything, we were in love,  i trusted him enough to let him break my virginity and so he did. 2011 he completed his matric and had to move to a higher institution, I was doing my grade 11, our relationship was now a long distance relationship, we spent more time apart, we were now living separate lives, the only thing that binded us together was our love for each other, I stayed in our old world, he built a new  life in a new world, he met a girl, he and I lost touch with each other, he called less, stopped texting and he stopped coming home to see me, I knew in my heart that I had lost him. He came home one day, he called me so that we can meet up to talk (normally that meant have sex) but this time he really wanted to talk,  it was the beginning of the end for us, my heart was shattered into small little pieces, I couldn’t believe my eyes, my world was over, I had lost my everything, I cried myself to sleep that night, I couldn’t imagine life without this guy, I spent so much time of my high school life with him, what was I going to do now, who was I gonna date now, no guy compares to him, I can’t date anyone, and so I made a decision, it was either I mope around, feel sorry for myself and throw pity parties for myself, or take school seriously, pass my matric with flying colors and get the hell out of that place so that I can go to a place where I can get the necessary tools to build myself a hardcore foundation of life that didn’t involve me depending on a man and so I did, I studied hard, day in and out, i worked my ass off and I  passed my matric in 2012 with a bachelor,  I got accepted in the university of Limpopo I finally had the key out of my father’s house and the chance to get away from the man who broke my heart.


2013: I was doing my first year, I found myself in a new environment, adrenaline rushed straight to my head. I came and went as I pleased I met new people from different provinces, people with different principles than mine. I made new friends, to my surprise my friends in 2013 were two boys. I met one of them during registrations and met the other through the one I met during registrations, they were also my study mates as we studied the same degree. I also made friends with a girl, she was like my other half, I loved her, we walked the same walk and talked the same talk, she was more experienced because she was repeating her first level in varsity. She knew the corners of the varsity and she and I were inseparable,  she and I lived in the same place, so we spent  a lot of time together. Academically, I was struggling,  I couldn’t find my feet at this degree, it was so hard, I didn’t understand anything. I mean here I was studying a computer science degree and I knew nothing about computers, we didn’t have a computer at home and computers were only introduced in my high school when I was in my last few months of my matric. I was so frustrated I gave up so many times that year, that had it not been for my two boys I  would’ve failed all my modules completely. My girl friend was more into fashion than into books, so she and I slayed ourselves out of 2013. During the first semester of my freshman I met a guy, he was my statistics tutor, he and I started flirting with each other and eventually had intercourse. Our thing didn’t have a title, was it a relationship, a fling, a one night stand and I didn’t have it in me to ask, one day I used his phone to Whats-App, he flipped so much that he blocked me on social media and stopped communicating with me. I was hurt, I hated him and everything associated with him and hence I hated statistics, I stopped attending tutorials and eventually failed that module. He then realized the damage he had caused and tried to make contact with me again, he reached out through my friends, through social media and eventually came to me to apologize. I didn’t care much whether he apologized or not, the damage was already done, so whether he apologized or not, it didn’t make much difference, so I dismissed him immediately and cut contact with him. I got the taste of the bitter side of varsity, I didn’t know that people could play with other’s emotions until varsity. I failed most of my first semester modules that year. I decided to dedicate myself to my books during second semester. I was so focused on my books that I didn’t have any time for boys, one day I decided to pay my boys a visit, we had a study appointment as I wanted one of them to help me with a module that gave me a hard time (applied 102). During our study a boy came, he was nothing like the guy I ever imagined but I fell hard for him, he was a friend to one of the boys. During this time I made a promise to myself that I wouldn’t date until I was completely ready, but I fell so hard for this one that I broke the promise I made to myself hahaha it happens. I dated him, our love was so different from my first love back at home. This one was more of a friend to me than a lover. I  was so free around him, he was my ying and I was his yang, he was that person who knew exactly what was on my mind without me telling him about it He made me feel like a queen, but one day he told me something that shocked me for ages. He told me he had a girlfriend and that they had a son together.  I couldn’t understand how, I mean, I spent so much time with this man, how on earth did he manage to keep that away from me. He then gave me a choice, he told me he loved me and that he didn’t want to lose me but he also told me that  he loved his girlfriend she was the mother of his son. He couldn’t break up with her because, he’d say  “I don’t want my son to grow up without a father”.  I was so madly in love with him that I felt I had nothing to lose but him, so I took a chance and stayed in that relationship. I was now officially a side chick!. I spent most my time wondering how did I get here rather than enjoying my love with the man I loved (I was so delusional jerrrr), two years later we broke, your probably asking yourself if I had the chance to go back to him and be his side chick again would I do it, the answer is no I wouldn’t , but I am grateful for what he and I shared with each other,  it cleansed my heart from all the pain of my first love and of the statistics guy.

2014: My year academically, I  was repeating my first year first semester modules, I was excelling, normally students say “you’re doing it with experience”. I failed once, I made mistakes once. I wasn’t going to repeat them again, plus my parents were so disappointed because they didn’t expect a fail, so I wanted to prove to them that I was capable of excellence and so I did, passed all my modules with two distinctions one for Mathematics and one for Statistics, hahaaa yesssssss I said STATISTICS!! It wasn’t easy but I was so proud of myself. I did something I never thought was possible, pass 100% of the computer science degree’s modules, a rural girl like me, who grew up without a computer, and that made me realize that yazin I got this Yes it wasn’t easy, but if I could do it once, then I can certainly do it again, and again, until I finish my degree

2015: This was the year that changed my life completely. I was still excelling academically, doing good and pushing hard to complete my degree. I was in my second level now, already doing my majors, Statistics and Operations Research, each level of study came with a new challenge Normally at the beginning of each semester it seems impossible, but the pride that came with persisting and working hard each day to get that pass at the end was just too good of a feeling to miss, and so I worked hard, focused my thoughts on the pass, and the graduations, I laid the first semester to rest 100%

Second semester was now here, I normally call my second semester the hell semester, because all my energy has been drained by the first semester and my mind is just exhausted. From being optimistic and persistent, but even though that was the case I still didn’t give in, because I promised myself that giving up was not an option, especially when my future of independence was on the line. I made friends with a girl who was studying a completely different degree from mine,  she studied BSc Agricultural sciences and majored with pasture sciences, she was hilarious, the funniest I had ever met. We spent a lot of our free time together, one day one of her male friends knocked on my door looking for her, I opened the door, I looked at him and he looked at me, we had a small talk about food, because he just bought some takeaways and I was cooking, I then showed him his friend’s room. The following day, my friend came to my room telling me that he (guy from last night) was asking for my number, I felt so attracted to him that I told her to give it to him and so she did,  he was possessive, he was so different from the guys that I have ever been with. Something in me kept on telling me to stay away from him, but I didn’t listen, I felt something strong inside for him, and so I just couldn’t stay away from him, it wasn’t love, it wasn’t like, but I don’t know what it was, he didn’t treat me the way I knew I deserved, in actual fact it was the exact opposite of how I knew I deserved, I think he was only with me for the sex, and the boys status. One day I made a decision to stay away from him completely, and that’s when he decided to come on to me heavily, we slept together that night and it was that night that I fell pregnant. In the morning he woke up, looked at me in the eyes and said “we made a baby last night, you are pregnant”, I laughed and told him that was impossible he replied “OKAY” and walked out.  I thought about it for a minute, but immediately dismissed the thought, because a baby was just not an option! I didn’t have money for a morning after pill and I didn’t even bother asking him because I knew he was the most stingiest guy on earth, a broke ass, three weeks later I missed my period,  I decided to go to the doctor to check what was the problem. The doctor did some tests and took my blood, he then decided to take a pregnancy test, it came back positive!! I was scared to death the first thing that clicked in my mind was: I am going to be a single mother, what are my parents going to say, what was he going to say?! I quickly went to his place to tell him, he didn’t seem to have much problem with it, in fact he told me to not consider an abortion as he said “you must never think of aborting that child, think of ways to tell your parents, I will do the same”. He was doing his final level of study, and I was doing my second, few weeks later, he stopped talking to me, he actually started acting like I didn’t exist, he ignored me when he saw me, until I sent him a text telling him to man up to his responsibilities. He came around, checked up on me every day, the last time I saw him I was two months pregnant, in December 2015

2016: I was doing my final level of study, I was pregnant and alone, but then I made a promise to myself, to always keep my books a priority, because every man I have ever been with let me down, including the one who impregnated me. So depending on a man in the future was just not an option, and so I carried my pregnancy, the best way that any woman without the support of a baby daddy would. I was strong, I had courage, and focused my mind on the positive.  I cried myself to sleep every night,  I spent my days socializing and laughing with classmates and friends, and I spent my nights sobbing and wetting my pillow. I attempted to commit suicide once, my friend at the time stopped me, and convinced me it wasn’t worth it,  she made me realize that what I was carrying was a blessing from the Almighty himself, a lot of woman wish they could  get at least a day of that but unfortunately can’t. She made me realize that being a single mother wasn’t the worst thing that could happen to me, but losing my baby over an irresponsible guy who refused to man up to his actions was. One day I decided to confront my baby daddy, I sent him a text on Whats-App. I faked getting a miscarriage, I wanted to see what his reaction to that would be,  he was so relieved that he dismissed me with so much joy that night, haaa! The following morning I sent him a text telling him that I didn’t get a miscarriage I just wanted to show him how absent he was in the pregnancy and this was his response: “look I know that I haven’t been supportive to you and the baby and I am sorry for that, but you know that the day that our baby was conceived I was drunk and not in my right state of mind, I am not saying that getting pregnant is your fault nor am I saying that it is mine, this pregnancy is the biggest mistake of my life, and I hate you for it,  this baby is ruining my life and interrupting my future plans for myself, I don’t love you in fact you disgust me and I curse the day I ever met you, you are using this baby to trap me to be yours forever and that will never happen because I love somebody else and I will not leave the woman I love simply because I happened to impregnate some random chick, i cannot be there for you and the baby, tell me when the baby is born and I promise to take care of it financially until it is old enough to visit, stop telling people that I am your children’s father, erase every picture you have of me in your phone and delete my number, you don’t worth my attention”. He then continued to block my number on social media, I was six months pregnant when all this happened. I couldn’t feel anything. I couldn’t cry. I couldn’t be sad!! I just forwarded the message to people I considered my pillars, they were shocked and asked me several times f I was OK, and my response to them was: “ yes I am fine”. I have been pregnant for six months and i last saw the guy when I was two months pregnant, so yes I was fine. I granted him his wish and stayed the hell away from him. I prayed every day and night to God to please give me strength, as I couldn’t go through all that by myself. I asked God what is it that I had done so wrong to deserve to be treated like that, why me? I hated myself, I hated my pregnancy, I prayed for a miscarriage every day because I didn’t want to be the reason my baby daddy’s life was ruined. I didn’t eat, I didn’t drink water, I had no appetite for food, I just wanted to die. I remember one day after bathing I was naked looking at myself standing in front of the mirror, LOL. I didn’t recognize myself, busy starring at myself in front of the mirror I could hear his voice telling me all those words, his voice full of hate and disgust. I looked away, it was too much for me, I was ashamed, I felt guilty, and I saw what he saw, a disgusting person who’s pregnancy was from the devil himself, how could I let this happen to myself. I had plans for my future, all I wanted was to get married first and have kids later. This was not part of the plan, but then life happens while we are busy planning and so life happened.

Months went by and on the 16th of May 2016 I gave birth to my beautiful daughter, I didn’t know what I was feeling for the child until she opened her eyes for the first time and looked into mine. Heee Modimo! I knew right there that God had done me justice by releasing one of his most precious jewels, his angel to come to earth to invade my world and make it a better place to live in. I couldn’t stop thanking him for that, I felt blessed, I felt favored, I felt his presence in that room, and I felt him smiling at me. I was so proud of myself, like woman you really went through nine months all by yourself and came back with a healthy beautiful baby?! like wow. I’m proud of you. I made a call to my baby daddy to tell him I gave birth, he was graduating on the 18th of May 2016. He asked what gender was the baby, what was the baby’s names and so I told him, at that time he was appointed for an internship, silly me, I thought he would start taking care of the baby financially like he said he would, he didn’t, months went by, he was posting this other girl on social media, yes I was stalking him, I needed closure, one day I decided to go through this girl’s page, I came to realize that she was pregnant, and it was her last trimester. My jaw dropped on the ground, and I fumed with rage. I called the bastard and gave him a piece of my mind. All this time he made me feel guilty for being pregnant meanwhile he was the baby making machine, with a weak ass pull out game and an allergy to wearing a condom, he had some nerve, busy acting like he was holier than thou meanwhile he’s just an irresponsible bastard whom is skilled in insulting women, some women out there really know how to raise bastards with itching d**s and heads full of petrol, thinking about that son of a #@*! still boils my blood, but hey that was the bed I made for myself, I ignored all the signs that told me he was a bastard, and now I am a single mother.

Fortunately, by God’s grace I completed all my first semester modules for my final level with flying colors. I went through what I went through but I never let it get in the way of my studies. I was determined to excel and so I did, then came the “hell semester”. I was tired from all the drama from the first semester. Being away from my daughter drained me and so I gave in. I failed two of my modules that semester and had to go back to complete them in 2017 second semester, this wasn’t much of a hell semester because I stayed home for six months doing nothing .  I then wrapped up my three year degree after a very long five year period

In 2014 April I lost my brother, my parent’s first son, after being sick for a while, his body couldn’t take the pain anymore and eventually gave in, during the course of that year. I couldn’t cope with losing him, he was my brother, he was my future children’s big uncle, the world didn’t make sense without him in it, but I guess it was God’s will, two days before my brother passed away in hospital, he called me with our mother’s phone. He couldn’t talk properly, he was in pure pain, but he had something to tell me, and so he pushed through the pain to say it, he said “ I want you to do me a favor, go to school, read your books and complete your degree, make our parents proud, wipe the shame away from our family and put a stop to our family’s enemies laughing at our parents, go to school Majos”. I promised him that I would, even if it’s the last thing I do, I will do it, two days later I was summoned home by our dad and that’s when I was told he had passed away, brother may your beautiful soul rest in eternal harmonic peace.

I have received two messages from the university of Limpopo inviting me to come graduate on the 13th of April 2018. It wasn’t easy but it was worth it, the journey was long, the institution groomed me as an academic and also as a woman. I went there as a girl and I am coming out as a warrior, an Imbokodo, I have been through a lot in that school to know that there is no challenge I cannot defeat. People ask me, now that you have completed your degree, when are you getting married. Because normally after a degree comes a wedding, did u meet your husband in university of Limpopo? And my response is always no, I am not getting married to anyone, in actual fact, I am yet to meet the man who will marry me, that’s if he exists, but I didn’t come back with just a degree, a came back with a daughter, whom my mom calls a “degree of life” hahahha. So I came back with two degrees. I basically killed two birds with one stone, I am a learned woman whom is a single mother and as life goes on, I will continue to learn, this is just the beginning.

To all the girls out there who feel the need to give up because circumstances are against them, it may be the same challenges as mine, or may be financial problems back at home, or you may be the bread winner of your family, I don’t know what your going through but whatever it is, hear me when I say, persist until you succeed, nothing ever lasts forever, today might seem like the pain and the tears will never wear off but believe me when I say they will, don’t let it stress you out, give it to GOD and let it go. As black women we don’t always do what we want to do, but we always do what we have to do, you have the strength. GOD gave us women to survive, never under estimate what you can go through, you have the strength of Goliath in you and the courage of mama Winnie Madikizela-Mandela, never under estimate yourself, go out there black child, and fight, fight for you’re spot in the world, fight for your seat, you don’t need a man to validate you, you don’t need a man to define you. GOD gave you all the tools you need to make it in this world without a man’s help, get that money girl its yours, get that house, that car, that degree, get those children and raise them, hold your chin up black child, because YOU GOT THIS!”.

“Keep your head high and let the climate conditions of life remind you that cold weathers do not last forever yet they contribute to better developments. Every human-being is made up of capabilities, abilities and strength to suave throughout this life journey. Therefore, every human-being has a potential to can defeat the adversities as part and parcel of life”– Lebronnyconcepts!



Don’t oversleep on yourself: You’re potential; You’re Capable.


Photo: Emmanuel Nakedi Mphao (Lebronnyconcepts): We all have what it takes to set ourselves free. We all have the potential to blossom through the thorns. We equally have power vested in us to hold ourselves hostage. We imprison ourselves thence denying ourselves that opportunity to shine through the thorns of life.

We’re not there to stay forever; We shouldn’t overstay our welcome. It will keep us prisoners of exploring and enjoy our being. We are not here to forever be dependent. We grow into being independent & have others depend on us.

Because we are waiting for a moment of perfection, a moment wherein we are not certain will ever come. It’s in such a state of wait that we find comfort. Comfort to/in delay. We await the days where and when we will possess the best equipment; the well crafted skills to execute our action the perfect way.

Well, the wait of such days translate to procrastinating the mission. Never will we leave the start line if we await to be the world’s fastest runner before de hit the track. Instead, we gotta hit the track & discover ourselves as and when we running. It is being active between the two points- Start & Finish points, that we get to discover our capabilities of the long conceived ambitions. Otherwise, ambitions will remain raw and perfect in the mind of a man who, because of being afraid of imperfections, procrastinate acting on the burning concepts.

I mean afterall, a garden remains ideally beautiful without any foreseen wheat of contamination. It’s until such time that it’s brought to life that the beauty of it is being tempered with. The unimagined challenges start growing, invading the beauty of what was a beautiful thought. However, it is in a gardener-a passionate one for that matter, to see to it that the invading plants are dealt with & can’t stop the existence of beauty coming to life.

Not that people don’t have an ideal garden in mind. But that people think too much of the wheat that are inevitable will temporarily invade the garden, than the measures to eradicating the thought wheat. It’s because we await days of perfection, days where the unforethought plants will be extinct, that we sleep on our ambitions thus clouding & limiting our abilities let alone capabilities. We’re oversleeping on ourselves that we forget of the fact that, like a garden our ambitions will need watering and frequent maintainance of doing keeping it afresh. Moreover, it’s because of our sentenced ambitions that we’re never braced that perfection is non existence. For instance, because of the perfect ideally of the garden, we only think of the alien crops that hinders with our garden, in so doing we’re neglecting the thought that even the beautiful butterflies & bees has what it takes to fest off our ideal eden.

There are a lot of people who just couldn’t sleep on their ambitions. An idea remains meaningless until it’s manifested into being. To process the idea out of it’s raw state comes with unforeseen alien crops & unthought butterflies. Giving birth to the long conceived thought, doesn’t come as easy. It comes with challenges of invading. But like a passionate gardener, it’s not the tools and chemicals we should possess that should hold us back. It is instead the determination in us that get us cultivating the grounds. Like the fastest runner, it is only by getting on the track, that we will realize our capabilities.

Not all footballers owned a perfect kit before pursuing a career in footballing. Not all sportsmen concived stamina before shaping up. Not all DJs owned a DJ set before being popular. Not all of the drivers grew up to the priviledges of a car before being ready to drive in the intersects of Jo’burg. Not all author attended a writing class for them to be what they are today. NO! NO!

But because of ambitions and determination, most of the footballers, sportsmen, DJs, artists, authors, drivers etc. didn’t oversleep on their abilities. And it always came with challenges that empowered the capabilities leading to what they are now. It came with mistakes. Spelling and grammertical errors. It was a plan actioned and discoveries were made. Had it remained a dream with phobia of mistakes, no discoveries could’ve been made, no growth could’ve came. It could’ve remained raw and meaningless as an idea.

Let’s not oversleep on our abilities. Let’s get them rolling. Let’s not await for days of perfection for they will never come. Let’s get on the track for it’s only between the two points that we can discover our capabilities. An idea is self inspiring when it has been given birth to than conceived. More ideas of growth come with an actioned idea. Put it to life, water & maintain it’s ground as frequent and watch it blossom.

Just don’t oversleep on that ability, for oversleeping is equally unhealthy & detrimental ti excellency!

SUCCESS: It’s Internal; Its just a feeling; It’s immaterial.


Picture_Juleve: No amount of materials can ever replace a man’s happiness.

The measure of success is known and understood best by the achiever than the bystanders who await to gauge it by visible tangible material things. While actually success is an internal thing to those who’ve achieved.

Measuring it using tangible items makes success sound like a mirage that none of us will never reach. To me, these measures of success are absolutely insultung success for they’re Infinite. We will never exhaust the materials of this world; niether can we get enough of them. Because we are confused as to what success is, we develop within ourselves jealous; greediness and all things evil. Those are ought to be the branches internally because we living in a lane chasing endless things which are mistaken for a phenomenon which is the total the contrast.

Think of the manufacturer & the end user. We (the end user) are likely to feel successful after a purchase. But some time later, because greed is never safistied, we turn to loose interest in what se once felt as the ultimate ornament of success. We then shift our focus, losing the consistency element within ourselves, on other materials. Mind the advertising technique “New product”. That’s simply because it’s been noted that we’re easily enticed by newly found things. & because we feel the sense of success in ownership we become victimized thence because of the added features on the new product, we find start to dub what se had as “old & not user friendly”.

I am of the belief that, the guy who invented a Yatchet is more actually successful than the end user. Not because he can one as many Yatchets as he wants, nie! But becaause he’s what was was an idea is alive; Because the mission of bringing a concept to live has been accomplished. That’s to say, for a mere fact that each one of us who embarks on a mission and accomplish it is successful. Just by doing that.

I mean if success was really about material things, would we then classify Blue Ivy and many other hiers who are entitled to inheritance of this material from their seniors as Successful? I doubt. That’s why in most cases, the question of ‘what challenges did you overcome as you pursue your journey to success’ always features & its answer actually carries fertile motivation than most of the questions.

Success is a feeling. It’s an internal thing. Such a feeling is too scared that it deserve to be curbed deep within, rather than expressing it the vanity way. That’s why those who try to externally show it, are the most greedy and bragging human-beings ever. These are the same individuals who’d swing car keys & gate remote on their finger for no any other reason of small pockets, but to khotha roff. Some will go as far as thinking kuthi feasting a sushi on naked women is an indicator of success.

This success thing is an internal thing; it’s a feeling. For that reason, feelings of oneself result in unbearable emotional state when bridged. We can cheat & deceive on others and enjoy the feeling; But it’s abnormal to cheat on oneself and enjoy the state. Hence some things regretion.

In conclusion, because success is inmaterial that’s why almost all the material such as vehicle, designer clothes, gadgets etc and many more items that we own get phased out. And when they do we expirience stress. The insurance guy was too smart to ensure that most things that matters as success elements gets insured such that we secure what se fear to loose.

Because success is internal, that’s why life on it’s own is perceived as “the most precious thing”. Therefore, it’s important not to be attached to all these material things that are forever changing!

We own our feelings, therefore we own our success which you may translate it to Happiness if you like.



Photo_Lebronny: “When i thought of something that’ll present to The Sacred Voyage, it came in mind to search for something that makes one close his/her eyes and enjoy the cruise”– ThiznoTazz

Dubbed, by captain ThiznoTazz FS,  “A secret to The Sacred Voyage”, it took me time to come to terms with the reality of the message entailed entailed in this letter. This Voyage got me carried away into space. With it, the emotions and spirits are evoked to the core. It really sways the mind into the wilderness of life. It has been a soundtrack to the seasonal days of floating past this year.

The voyage couldn’t be in active with the captain having to convey a message to the sailors. Here is what captain Tazz had to say:

“…the music that i chose here is what touched my soul (Deeply), and the person who made me fall in love with such melodies is none other than Uni Dgeoff himself. I once asked him of what was/is his Magic, and he just smiled and said: “First you have to enjoy the Music and everything else will come after”. So…here i selected few pieces from Deep Rumba, Jaimie Branch, Wynton Marsails Septet, Tumi Mogorosi and more (wanted to name a few njee).  Talking about what this Voyage means to him, he FS further pointed that, it means more than a lot to me because it connects with me and it is a healing element to my being.

To my life, listening or following such music makes me wanna know explore deeper into this life, not just musically but every piece that contributes to life as a whole. This music relates in such a manner that it keeps me alone at most times, i love such music and in order to be free, i have to be alone and it does describe the person that i am.

Finally, i chose this route (genre) because i fell in love with it, i gave it a chance and the results are satisfying. I also do listen to other genres but there’s THAT one your heart always choose…i think you, the Voyagers, get on this one. As the cruise take off, kindly note that your pilot today is no longer a typical person”.

The waiting period is over. I have been holding unto this cruise tag for the long long enough now. Like Mehmet Murat said: “Sometimes there is no time to wait for the sea to calm down! If you have to reach your target, let your voyage start and let the storm be your path!”, we shall wait no longer for Thizno Cruise has to take it off!

Here is the ticket/message to The Sacred Voyage, there’s no universal interpretation to it, just let it be. Cheers, enjoy your voyage:

Every Sunset. Different Story


Photo_Lebronny: It’s okay to be different.

Every Sunset is unique. Each and every Sunset has it’s story. Both personally & generally. Some are shadey, some are brighter, some are gold, some are dusty etc., but they all present themselves their original way. Hence they’re so beautiful. They all serve their daily purpose.

Each of them tells a story to the world at large. A different story with every dawn and dusk allocated in a day. Their are unequal in their powers, yet that doesn’t alter each one of them to render their presentation. Some are hotter than the other while some are brighter than the other and some are longer than the other. But their status doesn’t prohibit others to appear and present itself.

They tell their own story at the world gotta adapt to it. They are always relevant. They know when you rise, when and where to sad; when should their hottest brother appear or when is it relevant for the shortest sister. They know their community too. I mean, when the sun rise, some species sleep and sunflowers shine to life.

Like each and every dawn & dusk, why can’t we not try to outshine each other. Like each sunset, every human-being has a unique presentation to render. Can’t such a presentation get articulated without judgements? In as much as the outcomes of each day differs from human-to-human, why can’t we as well allow every person to be themselves, it’s okay. We are different.

Can’t we learn from the Sunset and be at peace with the fact that sometimes it’s not the time to emerge. Actually, now us the moment to delegate my brother for such a length; or perhaps a sister of mine for such a shotter presentation.?! That way, like a sun, we’ll always be relevant and the world shall pay attention.

Why do we flipping race to dominate one another while we can get our allocated chance to express ourselves?! Are such conduct among the human kingdom that illuminates the level of brightness within fellow brothers and sisters; never shall we be as bright as the star; never shall we be soo golden; if we continue to compare one to the other. By comparing we are surprising light in one another, thus darkness of misery reigns upon us!

We are blown by the storm, that’s to say abducted by the status quo simply because we are not as firm and relevant as the sun. Instead, we strive to be relevant at a very wrong season.

Well, it’s a given fact that seasons varies. Some are colder, hotter, windy and all those other conditions, but the doesn’t giveup on presenting itself. It always emerges and in a different version. You know why? Because, the sun is resistant and most of all it endures the condition. Why can’t we learn endurance; why can’t we persist with every dawn and dusk like the hopeful sun?!

Do we lack self believe, unlike the sun, that it shall never cease to present itself no matter the condition?! Are we skeptical to believe tha we can endure, cherish and handle each condition that we wake-up to?

My woman, named DSLR, said to me: “papa, if you wanna see the beauty of life don’t fabricate it. Don’t fake it. Don’t fake it. Allow it to be as raw & unedited!” And i listened, and understood with no regrets.

I am Lebron, and i believe🌍

Background track Bra Hugh Masekela- Stimela (original version).

Make Your Contribution!


Photo_Lebronny: The environment contribute fairly to human life, and to some further extend, human-beings as part of animals, are dependent upon the ecological contribution made into their being by the bio-environment.

Ultimately people are keen to making a mark along the lifeline; Many are reluctant to making a contribution as they slide along the lines of life. Life is a give-and-take cycle, what is our role in towards the transaction? Let’s find out the importance of Contributing perhaps we can be active instead of passive role players in this give-and-take game.

“Make Your Contribution”, writes Moffat Sebola.

Ours is a generation threatened by a slow, sure and cruel death of great minds. Ours is a generation that cheers for the termination and extinction of great ideas. We are a generation that is obsessed with political correctness than the truth. We build our identity on the opinions of others. These others who certainly have no idea who they are themselves. We live on a diet of stale ideologies that have long lost their relevance and significance. We clap jubilantly when our leaders repeatedly read to us speeches they have been reading for decades. We have lived for decades on decayed diets of unmet promises and expectations. Ours is a disillusioned generation. It is a generation where our sages, mentors and heroes throw morsels of wisdom at us only when they are drunk and high. Ours is a generation whose thinking tanks are empty. We let others do the thinking for us, making us believe that we have nothing worthwhile to say. We are buried with our books unopened, our ideas unheard and untested, our songs unsung, our poems un-recited, our voices and opinions censored by the fear of mockery and rejection.

Ours is a generation suffering from the devastating poverty of leadership.  Our leaders follow us. Ours is a generation that is best at insulting one another rather than engaging in intellectually stimulating debates with each other. Ours is a generation whose music is silenced by gunshots and bombs. Ours is a generation whose brains are drained by drugs. This is a generation that celebrates certification than education. This is a generation that has long lost the desire to seek and maintain the authenticity of their identity. This is a generation that enjoys accumulating liabilities than building trans-generational legacies. Our generation refuses to tread the unchartered paths. This is a generation whose minds are chained by inferiority complexities and self-doubt. This is a generation that fears to invent and innovate. This is a generation that is always busy but never productive. We live in a time where the cemeteries are the busiest places. Our prisons outnumber our schools. We have more liquor stores than libraries. We have more guns and bullets than books and pens. We have more funerals than weddings. Only a handful live in palaces while the majority are gathered around each other like flies on a heap of dung. The majority sweats blood in mines and earn peanuts. When they finally cough out tuberculosis or asthma, they are sent home to die, with no remuneration or retirement fund. It is our mineworkers who dig for the gold they will never hold. It is their piks and shovels which dig into the rocky ground like fleas, drilling the bloodless skin of a mangy dog.

It is in this generation, in this time, that you and I can make a meaningful contribution. It is here where you can play your heart out. You can play your music long after the audience has stopped dancing. You can still teach your subject even when the students are indifferent. When the publisher dumps your manuscript into the dustbin, you still go back and write another one. Even when they refuse to give you the microphone, you still sing your song. Even if they take you away from the pulpit, you still keep the sermon. When they have no room for your art, keep your heart in your art. When they shred your poems into shameful pieces, keep the muscles of your imagination flexed.

My dear friend, the whole point of me rambling from the beginning until now has been to let you know that you are a unique being. We are privileged to have you in our generation. We wish you could unleash what you carry before you bow out of the stage. I genuinely don’t believe that any of us is in this world to merely inhale oxygen and exhale C02. I believe each one of us, as unique as we are, we each have a unique and meaningful contribution to make in our lifetime. In whatever sphere of giftedness and operation, be it politics, entertainment, arts, economy, education, religion, etc., we are the right people to cause meaningful transformation. So, let us distribute our passion into whatever we set your heart and mind on. Wherever we see the need, we take the lead. Wherever we see the problem, we provide or seek the solution. Associate yourself with the people who will do their best to call out the best out of you. Whatever you do, give it your best. Live your best! Go on, be great and do great!

Fermented Dreams


Photo_Lebronny: Just like mellow water of life, Legends are fermented, i believe.

Dreams can seem to be delayed for those who grind ofcourse. Otherwise they’re indeed delayed  to those of us who procrastinate on them. They are sure suspended to those who have inhabitance driven doubts in their dreams.

If it wasn’t for impatience that we have, our dreams would, in their deep capacity, scare us. We’d be boosting our dreams if we become ourselves and allow them to be. We’d know where to rightfully invest in the fertile interests of the self if we weren’t holding ourselves hostage by changing with every event of our life. The 08h00-16h00 would be our routine until age 65. We’d be at liberty for we have allowed our dreams to manifest in us the natural way. But the stigma of 65 continues to be the case because we hinder the process to which our hidden potential; our invisible dreams were meant to be channeled via.

I am of the belief that dreams are fermenting instead getting delayed. Otherwise, they can as well be pre-mature when & if acted on through the application of cutting corners. The fermenting process goes hand-in-glove with patience and consistent burning passion. I compare such dreams to what my friend calls “premium usquebaugh”.

Fermented dreams never get to drop in value. They’re not a depreciating commodity. Such dreams bare constructive lessons with them instead of disruptive blames. They’re classic let alone consistent. In an unlikely situation dominated by impulsive acts instead of patience, the catalysed actions of the pre-mature dreams might turn out ugly thence impacting most of the life aspects. Reasons behind the contrary line is simple- because they took time and conditioning period stored patiently in a cask. They were never rushed for no stupid reason of commission. Remeber to avoid quick cash, as it may be dirty- Shabir Shaike kinder shandis.

Let’s learn to have faith and patience in our dreams. Let’s not become impatience over things tha are beyond our control. For they might lead us into acting irrationally and rapidly just to fulfil the adopted desire. Let us give our dreams time, so that they can be sustainable and appreciating as they continue to be premium valuable commodity as they mature into existence.

Through conceptualizing our world, we are permitting our dreams to be. We allow our potential time to ensue as we do not behave like kites in this countless season (situations) of life. Our dreams will patiently take their smooth path without having cutting corners.

Let’s not shelve our dreams let’s allow the lessons to inspire our dreams insteas of redirecting the whole dream. I want to believe that if we’ve profoundly conceived an idea, then there’s no moving object that would hinder with the practicality of such a mindset.

The setbacks are temporary, but thier lessons entailed therein are a lifetime deal. It’s freedom to one being. With fermenting our dreams will obviously comes the challenge to the courier, of the dream, which is the barrel. The internal volume of the ‘water life’ will not be prohibited from manifesting.

Yes they will sometimes seem ti be stagnant and hopeless, only to find that its a test meant to remind the dream about certain ingredient which adds to the dream’s sustain consistent originality.

Good luck with your exams/projects/applications/businesses/practice etc. Unga pheli umoya, the route is long yet worth it.