The orchestrated slavery paradigm.


Photo_ Lebronny: Each sunset comes with different tales, however, one of these rare days, the sun shall fall in the same spot where it set in the past. That’s to say, history shall repeat itself. It’s therefore important to never be reluctant & move to  have a different view of the sunset instead.

This blunt over here be whispering to me if i knew that slavery was orchestrated. I chose to keep calm, listen and it made sense.

The slavemaster didn’t just engage in a temporal activity, which had no guarantee of the future in any sense. He might’ve been so stupid to act on an unplanned mission which will be of longer term benefit. It’s for the latter reason that he is dubbed by most as a wise man. The planning of this slavery ensured that the great grand children benefit from this masterplan. Though many of us are post- feasible slavery, i bet we remain slave in a different paradigm as per the master plan.

Upon it’s inception, the slavery shandis erupted like a fierce volcano. However, the master understood that in order to conquer one gotta change formulae as the rival might endup knowing the tricks of the initial pattern and thus prohibit it’s mission. The master didn’t neglect the fact that at some point the physical slavery process will become stale and it might be detrimental to him if he had no plan B, C, D…etc. He then didn’t keep his eyes off the drawing board, unlike most of the post slaved generation does in many a lot of routines in this life.

To touch base on it, a young black man will long for material things without really focusing on the drawing board to expand the mission of source generating. That’s why demand is always greater than supply among most blacks. We demand more than we can supply the means of envy satisfaction!

Back to the main nectar, the slavemaster made it a point that his mission not only sustain him as the primary insulator, but the great grand offspring. Wait, the manner in which the mission was orchestrated, got me wanting to believe that some ancient generation of the slavemaster invested in the plannery step of the mission. They then passed the plan to the proceeding generation to action on it. This plan is mighty, it’s sure not an overnight plan.

The plan is corrosive unidirectionally; Physically, Socially, Religiously, Personally and most of all Psychologically. I mean it requires no rocket science brain to applaud such a groundbreaking plan that gets a man into looking down on himself by manipulating and luring him out of his culture, originality, ideology and generally his belief. How is it not an excellent plan if it twists a man to praise an alien color, culture, and originality?! Dammit.

The joint brought the following steps of slavery to my attention:

1. Physical Slavery.
Here, the master planned and to some point achived in using the man of a “lesser God” to erect the infrastructure which will be of his (master) benefit into fertilizing the wealth and make things easy for the great grand generation to benefit and continue to generate source out of what the slaves, through the mandate of the master, brought to it’s stand. Yeah we know a few buildings/cities which were bare-handly built. Remember that the master was too focused, he then figured the ways of catalyzing the process of developments. He invented some technological mechains from what & how the slave made means of getting the work done. Think of a train, forklift, rock buster and their history to mention but a few. This lead to step two of slavery;

2. Disguised Slavery
In light with above notion, the slave master built, through slaves’ sweats, cities & mechains which he had planned that his great grand children will smartly continue to generate the wealth. As the slave turn to complain about the hardship of physical slavery, the slavemaster clamly negotiate with the slave & promise to give him a more lighter job and this time on condition that the slave is entitled to compensation. Ok well, the slavemaster deploys the slave to city/building which was initially built at the cost of the slaves effort or life even, to work there but can’t live in it. It was part of the plan thata slave gotta pay transport fare in that the compensation is curbed within a vicious circle. The sophisticated slave serves the master in the building that was erected through Physical slavery and he’s now taught to operate machines that was developed (copied) out of the ancient slave’s duties.

The slavemaster instilled the mentality of focus into the great grand children. They remain focused. Understanding that the slave will then contest and question the location difference, the slave developed a Kasi for the slaves, gave the slave electricity and water…then tarroad. It was part of the plan to overcrowd the slaves in one vicinity so that they start fighting among themselves (partially explained in the next stage). Someone is stabbed almost everyday in Soweto huh!

3. Psychological Slavery.

“When you control a man’s thinking, you need not worry about his actions”- Dr Woodson. It starts on an individual basis, and because it waste no time to manifest, it spreads from an intra- into an interpersonal level thus becomes contagious & and grow into being lethal than it’s physical version.

The slavemaster, through the media, continue to set agenda among the advanced slaves’ mentality. The slave nowadays wanna talk, walk, eat, live and have hair/eyebrows like that of a slavemaster. But the stupid slave is missing the important formula. The formula of eradicating the idea of demand greater than supply. The bloody slave wants to be a consumer of expensive yet nonsensical commodities. He will then oppress his own, because the Agenda Setting theory had him thinking that he’s better drinking the expensive Corona than the Black Label; that he’s better talking like a colonial master than his fellow man who is suffering from the accent.
Ooh the plan was to control his thinking enough that he thinks success is Levi Strauss, little did he know that Strauss & Jobs’ great grand children are reluctantly milking the hell out of his hard earned money which he’s fooled to be working easy for. Shit, the damn slave is longing for pension/retirement funds at 55/60 years. Yerrrrrrrrr!
Proactively, the slavemaster kept his eyes on the board. He understood that soon the slave will contest/afford coming into his quiet clean burbs neighbourhood, which is true. He then went on establishing some expensive plots away from the concrete jungle. Think of beach house, the very dam which was built by the ancient slave, is turned into a private ass whopping estate. His plan is to live the advanced slaves in a battlefield as he enjoy his undisturbed benefits of his forefathers’ masterplan.
The slavemaster’s plan is way too powerful. He understood that soon the slave will be interested in engaging in the business of generating chucks of money. The very buildings/ mechains which were built by the eroded slave are available for the advanced slave, unfortunately not to own entirely but for hire. Think of The Molman buildings, John Deree mechains. Though one can buy them, i still believe that there’s a certain portion of monthly/service rate going to the great grand children of the slavemaster.
Moreover, the masterplan ensured that, with the understanding that the slave will be interested in reading books, that the junior advanced slave & that of master are not on the same level although they hold equal qualifications/requirements.

3. The Unknown Plan
The slaves believe to be free, but shit they lose focus because they don’t learn. Should they’ve learned from their master, there wouldn’t be factions among themselves. There wouldn’t be political vendettas, tender fights, prisons overcrowded by the advanced slaves. There wouldn’t be so much hate of their own, if only they learned as they served the slave. But psssst we continue to see Boko Haram and the escalating death row.

The unknown slavery step, is that he’s not reluctant wherever he is. He’s revisting and coating the plan. Hello Donal Trump. Keep hating each other over ownership of material silly things, produced but not partially consumed by the slavemaster’s generation, and kiss your “freedom” goodbye. Yeah keep voting too, the Slavery shall remain continuous.

Over and above all, slavery is an ongoing activity & the plan is getting sharper on the other unthought edge of the sword. Chances are, should we remain reluctant, we shall find ourselves on the other side of the sword and we’ll suffer the outcomes of the sharp point as history repeats itself.

Be reminded of the “Berlin Conference” and acknowledge this masterplan.


THE SACRED VOYAGE: Lano Ri Cha Rd Cruise


Photo_Lebronny: “Life is really simple, but we insist on making it complicated”- Confucius.

Life is always nice from different viewpoints, otherwise having one view time and time makes life dull and less interesting. In this cruise, our captain came with recommendation of a totally different yet pertinent route to the whole voyage idea. We are diverting a bit from the the winter emotions evoked by the latter captains who ferried us fairly to this platform, living us in the hands of a modernized pilot. This voyage is filled with hardcore emotions, way too personal and attention to detail it what’s required for one to relate.

Though he insisted that the story is clearer narrated tunefully than verbally, we managed to get him to utter a few personal lines to substantiate his voyage:

Our life is functional on a  time-frame. Unless otherwise, we don’t just wake up to sail on a journey without thoughts of considerations. From a young age, we were taught of the importance of preparations. Such is to avoid doing things for the sake of accomplishment, but rather we find reason in doing what we’ve well thought of, and therefore more reasons will transpire in the end result of what we are engaging in. It emerge as a direct or indirect lesson either way.

In light with the above notion, Lano believes that no one can just wake-up to acting on a decision of compiling a presentation (recording a mixtape). I believe that every recorded tape/presentation is based on true inner stories. There has been serious listening and communication between the person in me with the melodies which are entailed in this 57:13 voyage. Such melodies are mostly played behind closed doors when individuals who indulge in the senses of introspection. This music is my best friend; it is the most relevant thing ever available in times of need. Be it happy, bitter, sour or sweeter moments, this melodies are readily there as an companion and never a single day have i found myself being betrayed by this music. Like Lebron would say and i attest, this music is indeed sacred. Music has been part of me to such an extend that i want to believe that i was born with music. Yes born. I cried and that was sound to me, that was music to my parents’ ears and dammit they rejoiced for my music hahahahahah. I have found more of life in this music and that’s why my heart have beats 24/7. So, yeah man we are born with music, it’s only up to us to get extract meaning out of our kind of music in relation with our lifeline. My words can be limited, but through my music there is no limitations to my personal stories.

As you jump into this modern yacht brace yourself for some hop to the hip waves as we sail together. Also remember that: whoever want music instead of noise; joy instead of pleasure; Soul instead of gold; Creative instead of business; Passion instead of foolery, finds home in this trivial world of our. Blunts are on the house, let’s cruise”.

From Lebronnyconcepts, we say lighten up and cruise with us. Nod your head, tap your sole…shake your hips and shoulders but most of all let this voyage come with a lesson to your life. Below is your cruise tag, do enjoy the trip with captain Lano, cheers: 



Photo: Lebronny. As per the protocol policies, it is an insult to have a table standing alone without no centerpiece. In life, this centerpiece portrays the pillars of our strength as the human kingdom. Women are at the epicenter of life, in that without them and their capability of nurturing the bambinos until such time that it’s fully grown, we are non-existing.

On the South African Calendar, August is a dedicated month to celebrate women. The ninth being the official commemoration of women in particular. In its glimpse essence, this annual celebration has seen it’s existence as a result of, what i call She Champion. This is a title impose to the women whom are celebrated in that against all odds, they championed their mission or rather the march to petition against the then government (Apartheid) policies or laws that required the South Africans whom were referred to as “blacks” to carry an internal pass popularly known as dom-pass.

Like the 1956 era,Women are championing many a lot adversities in aiming to change situations from better to worse. Those who grew up in absentia of the father figure, will sure attest to the power in women. The likes of Notorious, Tupac, Lebron among other individuals, have a story to tell about the power of women. Our Women are champions, and it’s no doubt that they have their stories to tell to the ears willing to listen.

The Africa’s Che-Guevera, Honorable Thomas Isidore Noël Sankara noted the potential in women thus giving them opportunities in what was believed to be male pools, and they managed to swim across that pool.

The celebration and embracing of women should not be limited to the allocated since they form an integral part of the society’s everyday life cycle. Without women we are nothing. We are non-existed, we are unorganized without women.

To wrap the official commemoration of women, we have soldier reciting her inner sense. She is a sister, a daughter, a heroin in making, a mentor who is well mentored, she is content and she never camouflage her character; She is a Champion too:

With the ignominy by cruel males to women which was a burning issue among South Africans and probably the world,  Nelly Tefu paid tribute, and it goes something like:

“Like a pregnant female I am pregnant with

Emotions, worries and turmoil.

As I try to rest, thoughts keep desolating my spirit, as I crave a plate of freedom garnished with a touch of wise leaders and a law-abiding government for dessert.

 In the early hours of the morning in this dusty, noisy town.

 I keep tossing and turning trying to appease the little voice in the back of my head wailing for freedom.

Because when I say I am troubled I am shushed for in their eyes I am juvenile and a little rascal that is too young to feel the way that I feel, truth is age does not decree emotions. But I am troubled

I am troubled by the day…

I am troubled by the…

Turbulent water flow that…

Often leaves meander scars…

I am troubled by the racism that…

Lays heavily on my tongue,

Surely if words could kill I would be sentenced life in prison.

One race thinking they are superior to the other because of their skin color…

I am troubled by my own people that…

Seek to destroy what took many lives to achieve just for money.

 Because the freedom that was fought is now being tarnished like a dirty cloth that is now useless, give them guns and they will kill each other instead of the enemy.

 I have never seen lions of…

The same pride attack one another…

Tearing the necks of the ineffectual,

 Suddenly it’s a dog eat dog world, every man for himself, what happened to the vision of a democratic country?…

 Or was it a tactic to get more votes?…

 Free from corruption and nepotism?…

What will it take to restore peace in this country because certainly “THE RESHUFFLING” is not effective?

 Guns and knives are dictating the lives of our youth,

Not to mention drugs and alcohol.

I am troubled by my soul, will…

It ever find peace in this world of the…

Morally tainted.

 Back in the day it was a taboo for the young to die before their elders but of late…

Cemeteries feast on young blood. I am bullied by the by the world…

Troubled by Christians that judge one another…

Each disrespecting the other because they worship differently…

I am troubled by the fake smiles that make…

Dove feathered ravens look angelic…

Smiles full of words left unsaid…

I am troubled by my voice that fails to say more for there is a lot to say and share with the world, sadly…

I am troubled by things I cannot change, things that are grueling, things that slowly but surely degrading and killing the nation. We need a sober leader, a wise leader who will not conform to the patterns of pleasing the society but who will do what is right for the nation. I am troubled by drug, alcohol, teenage pregnancy, unemployment, nepotism, bribes, will they ever come to an end? They somehow feel like Braxton Hicks contractions this are the…

Things that grind my spirit to pieces with no mercy, as I try to surpass time I wonder if the world is really unbalanced or is my occipital lobe really damaged for I am a troubled soul.”


Aluta Continua bafazi!



Photo_Emmanuel Mphago: From the ground standpoint, the world looks narrow, but from the floating stand point, the world is broader than imagined. The serendipity rare view of the world is breath taking than what we see and feel on the ground.

Life is beautiful as we progress through different point, it’s sure becomes monotonous if we get stagnant. It’s a discovery journey which every mistake counts for the better if it is perceived as a lesson upon the encoding process. It however get to a point where we ultimately want to stick to certain discoveries for they are somewhat a perfect match to our life, and we shall nurture revelations in a way that we become too curios and dig deeper into the findings matching our life. Such commitments with the discoveries are a result of happiness. The likelihood of dissatisfaction is running amok searching and googling for the missing happiness piece of puzzle. Musically, we shall meet our destination, and we shall dwell on our musical discoveries. We shall therefore seek more of what makes us happy.

Here is our Voyager’s musical memoir:

“It’s ok; every situation is just okay as it presents itself” alluded the Emmanuel Mphago bynamed Paxdee. I have been sailing through life hunting for a spot at which i can settle and settle for no mediocre as per my personal needs- self-satisfaction. I have tested and tasted various situations of this life, but nothing compares to what i share on Lebronnyconcepts. This piece entails a lot of personal hidden emotions, which my words alone are not enough to express. Despite the coincidence that it’s been recorded on my birth month (July), this piece says a lot about me; A lot that many people are familiar with. This is the content Pax.

I have been so many places, i’ve seen so many things, above all i have heard so many things and it was never an easy voyage, as my friend (Lebron) would say, of discoveries a place where i find EVERYTHING TO BE OK. To me, this music interpret the situations in a deserving manner. This symphonies comes as we age up to a point where we stop complaining and adapting to how things are instead. This music i select is heavenly and i am of the belief that it bring to one state the ability to hear the spirits from within. I mean i’d find myself sitting in the dark introspecting and appreciating everything i have without comparing to what i do not have. As i floating tuning to the similar pieces conveyed on this cruise, i understood that i have nothing to complain about, all these times i had such precious music signaling to me kuthi dintho si si’ame but i couldn’t get it.

So EVERYTHING IS OK, i interpret. There’s a piece somewhere in this cruise that corroborate and inspire my “Everything is just ok” motto. This music a hoped giver, a friend, and it disciplines. From me to as the captain of this yacht, am saying do not buckle-up, rather sit back loose and allow the music to take you where the inner man wants to connect with the spirits” .

It’s what it is, i need not say me. The yacht shall lead us to a sacred space. The captain had his world conceptualized and it is indeed sacred. As we take off, one of South Africa’s greatest pianist, Nduduzo Makhathini, who i have unreserved respect for once said: “The music we play should reflect the people we are, the time we are in and the environment we live in…”.

From Lebronnyconcepts we say let’s allow Captain Mphago’s to voyage us through his reflections, grab a cruise tag and sail into The Sacred Voyage, cheers:




Photo: Lebronnyconcepts: “Hope is like the sun, which, as we journey toward it, casts the shadow of our burden behind us”- Samuel Smiley.

For there is the sky and the earth; It’s inevitable that there shall be cultivation and harvest season. But someone gotta do the dirty ground work for the waters of the sky to be effective when the flood gates of heaven open up. Someone gotta prepare the potential farming plot for productive future sake. Hence the plants bear us different quality and quantity of fruits. The effort, patient, passion and determination of each and every farmer (the individual being) serves as the soil type and what has been done to fertilize the soil during the dry season.

  • For there is the moon & the sun; There is the dawn as well as the dusk, there’s ought to be the beginning and the epilogue in the allocated period on earth.

It might seem as though we are chasing the mirage and we will never get there. Truth is, one of the good days the mirage shall disappear out of our sight. Although the winter dusk may feel long, but it is an inescapable fact that there has to be a new dawn. It will be a New day, a New dawn and you might feel good and better than the previous dusk. You might sing along with understanding to Mme. Nina Simone’s

It’s a new dawn, it’s a new day, it’s a new life for me.
Yeah, it’s a new dawn, it’s a new day, it’s a new life for me, ooooooooh…
And I’m feelin’ good“.

  • For the existence of the darkness & sunlight; There shall be rejoicing as the light beams through and fades the darkness out.

Just as the sunflower becomes lively to the sun, when the bee buzz with joy over a colorful flower nectar. Our sorrow of dark days shall be buried when the smiley sunny day kicks in. Summon in mind that some days are not as bright as others, they’re might instead be misty and cloudy, therefore do not let your expectation lead you through your journey. Instead, lead your expectation considering that if they’re in the forefront, expectations might turn inimically to the primary imagination thus resulting in draining setback. The emotional blacklist will threaten us, hopefully as a visitor. The latter state is not the promise land. Through persistent and endurance, we shall make it to the brighter days, we shall gaze to the blue skies where hangs the sun and we shall rejoice in the sunny days.  There is the promise land for us if we don’t hold ourselves back in the dark days or feed the darkness to expand. The promise land requires us to continue sailing and we shall see the beams at the end of the loops. Rest in peace Mr Martin Luther King Jr. your lesson has opened minds and surely instilled hope in every aspect of life and it’s challenges.

  • For there is rain & the ultimately rainbow; Beauty shall be the ultimate experience after an unjustifiable stormy period.

Bare in mind that the rainbow is not guaranteed after every showers. Therefore don’t allow your expectations be as programmed, allow them to be flexible enough leave you in awe surprise you when you least expect them. When the rainbow don’t show-up, it doesn’t mean it will never show-up. Just be reminded of the rare days when it popped out and you knew the rain has come to an end. Let those memories to remind you, as they paint an image of peace and harmony, of the better days. Don’t get me wrong, thinking of the better days and drawing of expectations are totally different things. Thinking of the better days is being optimistic and positive that the rain will one unknown day cease. That’s recognizing, acknowledging and being hopeful of the ongoing deeds. Conceiving the idea of a better tomorrow, is being hopeful. Commanding the notion of how the unforeseen situation is expecting too damn much and it might turnout disappointing when the future don’t comply to your standards.

  • For the worm is born, a butterfly will certainly emerge.

We are have to undergo metamorphosis process. We shall hatch and crawl like the helpless worm, but eventually we’ll fly in colors like that butterfly in the spring colorful days. We can’t be flying on the onset. Just like a butterfly, it might seem ugly as a crawling worm, but when it makes it out of the crawling stage, it’s a wowing species. Yes the re will be crawling days in our destination. They are not defaulted to permanently reign upon us. We had what it takes to break out of the shell but that was not the end of it as we also had to toddle. For we are dynamic and not stagnant beings, we will phase-out of this creeping state and turn like a butterfly. Our current efforts will determine the colorant of the butterfly that we will turn into. We might be crawling dusty and in dull colors, but it doesn’t really matter for it is not permanent on us as caterpillars. It might only start to matter if and when we chose to sustain the dusty dull color and it becomes perpetual on us as butterflies.

In a nutshell, life is operates like a see-saw. One minute we are down then the next minute we’re floating. We however float temporarily and inconsistently in both situation. The tears will flow down sometime in our life; but they are bound to dry up. For every hardship there is an alternative opposite feel. However, on the one hand, the smooth feel doesn’t last long if not watered like domestic plants. While on the other hand, one decision might keep the rough patch being lengthy and itching.

The SACRED VOYAGE: God Blue Cruise


Photo_Lebronny: In layman terms, winter is regarded as a mating season among the human kingdom. Every normal human-being needs some warmth. We got a brother warming our winter in a harmonious sacred voyage.

It is through these music that some of us get to embrace love, peace and happiness as we acknowledge sadness and the coldness of this bittersweet world. We appreciate the sunlight yet brace ourselves for the inevitable darkness. For winter warmer, we feature some tunes with a touch of warmth and spikes of love nyana so. The voyager is taking us on a chosen route which will sure see us reaching a warmer destination.

Here is our Voyager’s anecdotes relating to his music journey:

“Mlungisi Mlambo, (aka God Blue), born in Pietermaritzburg, lawyer by profession, but captured by music and all other interesting form of art. I have always had soft spot for music other than one usually played by commercial radios. Even during the times of compilations, I would pick songs that never received easy attention of masses. This led to me wanting to collect single tracks, as compilation did not meet my expectations.

The above is not a new habit cos when I grew up, I was exposed to less likened music (non-commercial) as I had an uncle who used to collect lovely records, Mxolisi who has since passed, may his soul rest in peace. It was never the end of a story as also at times when visiting relatives, in particular Bab Radebe, a conductor of PMB Choral Society, at Imbali Location where my nephews and nieces used to jam to what is termed now Old Skool my interest in music got to a greater heights.

Then above all there is my older brother Webster has highly influenced my taste of music, as he is one of my respected collectors, he managed to introduce me to music which I have grown up to collect.

Then some of my crazy friends I have met in music family, and have been part of my shaping in this form of art, Nsizwa, Mtoffy, Jiks, Timon Pumba, June, Trev the Japanese, Sphe, Gazie  etc.  just to mention the few as the list is endless.

So I did not choose to play this sound but it chose me, cos that is how I have been living. I am used to collecting and play the music varying from House, Soul, RnB, Neosoul, Trip Hop, Old Skool, Jazz, Nujazz, lounge and probably everything that flirt with my ear.

I got drawn to music art when my late friend, brother and a partner Mdu realised the love of music we had and we looked at what can we do differently as opposed to masses clubbing then, and we identified deephouse as an under explored music scene, so we started doing picnic events focused at this but when we were not doing events, my love for other kinds of good music got me interested to collect and relax with.

IT is the same sound that introduced me to some of like-minded friends, they started referring to me as collector, until I met Trev the Japanese, who then encouraged me to play in gigs as a collector, I have played in Avant Garde, Global Select and some highly respected events. I have also played along Rich Medina, Jazz & Milk, Jazzinsoul as an opening collector

I do believe that I was born with taste of music I like in me, and every music journey I take I just get to cloud nine. Music heals me when I feel down, or I am overwhelmed.

When I go to events, I like the opening features of that gig provided it’s something that I like.

I never used to make tapes until recently when Jazzinsoul insisted that I make a mix for Ol’Tymers and the rest is history.

I used to like playing for my few friends when we have something or we are chilling but then some of people that have met me through music have asked that I me to record some mixes for them, something I didn’t take seriously until recently when Jazzinsoul insisted on doing a mix for Ol’Tymers Session.

Now we are here, but at times it is difficult to keep up with this hobby due to demanding needs of my work and life, but I haven’t abandoned or have such intentions in the near future

Let the music talk….”

Let’s indulge our listening senses into the warmth melodies which will probably, if the trick is well applied by individual listeners, soothe away the winter conditions.

From Lebronnyconcepts, we say cuddle-up aaaaaand Let’s ride on. Below is your cruise tag, do enjoy the trip, cheers:

My music story and the importance of music I chose.


There’s a point where the music starts speaking and the soul feels like the supernatural spirits are talking to the inner man. The self engage with the subconscious man inside and the conscious self is concealed and are such hazy phase of the exterior self that we see and value the gift of life. The stage where you find normal in strangeness and you see abnormal in what’s deemed usual to the majority.

The fear of the unknown has escaped it’s temporary spot within the self. You become one with what was the divided self; the self of the world & the natural persona. We fail to unbare pretendance of pleasing the external world at the cost of the inner authentic guy. Yeah…the “fok it phase” has kicked down through the bloody door of: fear, fitting in, what if, I can’t achieve it, I don’t deserve it, am not worth it…kinder lifestyle. The door of self doubtness.

The fall of such a door opened what seems like an a loophole of paralysis & isolation nature from the circle of your people. You’re ready to loose whatever that can’t bare the real self. You don’t give a damn any more. Ukuthi bathini doesn’t affect your life and It’s mission any more. You’re doing you; you realised, after a long time, matters of the heart, and took seroous components and elements that are of tantamount value to the self peace and happiness. You no longer seek unauthorized approvals and permission from an external party in order to engage in an activity that is self driven and adds joy to your inner little man inside! No; never again! You no longer belittle yourself. The self is intra-dependant. It’s the X axis of the graph which is life. While the world is the Y axis of the graph. Life is dependant of the self which is the X axis.

You’re in control of life. You’re genuinely free than the partial South African freedom lol hahaha. This is when you ofcourse realise that this world is made up of ALL THESE THINGS the light & dark and all the breeze. Ola Kuni. A phase in life where you are unapologetic about being you for you’ve seen serious power in that of the nature than that of the visible material world. You’re in charge and you shall be happily ever after finding this part of the self. The self that plays what the self needs without thinking fearfully about what the external party will perceive and draw of such end product.

A self where you don’t feel the need to be paid for playing because you’re doing it for happiness sake; it’s your heart desire. Where you play publicly what you play in your bedroom. You are not even scares of the criticism, hence you still sticked by that particular genre sounds even after you’ve been criticized for choosing it. Wait! Those melodies chose you and they’re one element of your life cycle and them escaping you is detrimental to the survival of the self. It’s compromising matters of the heart. It’s biological affiliation!

I am Lebron and I play what I like; I play what aligns to my life. I play what I call a chosen soundtrack of my life as I protaginize this life series. The music that adds a sense of interest to my life if it were to be a book. The sounds which caters and redefine sadness; the harmonious sound that outlines that joy wouldn’t feel so good if it wasn’t for pain, peace wouldn’t feel so peaceful if it wasn’t for struggle. That sound that makes you appreciate the little things you have and work with what you have to be what you aspire to be. Improvise is the word. That sound that makes you find joy and fun in the quietness and darkness such that when light and sound comes, they’re just complementary to your life it’s self.