Man vs Lion

Just after I watched this video I knew I had to share it with the fearful...

...it's not about the fearless but strategy. Success is only about strategy...

DEATH BE NOT PROUD

As we approaching Christmas day & going deep into the festive season, most of us look back to the beginning of the year on the new years' resolutions we had then. And some of us also look back to the previous years and what they had brought to our Christmas Lunch tables, gifts we received & people we'll definitely miss because they couldn't make it to this point. Today I am writing this Blog post just to express respects to those who made it and those who couldn't, the likes of utata Nelson Mandela, Muammar Gaddafi, Senzo Meyiwa, Reeva Steenkamp, Mbulayeni Mulaudzi, Lebo Mathosa, Brenda Fassie and e.t.c

Today I want to pay my respect to the infamous friends & family we lost along the way, people who lived a positive life to the day they took their last breath. This coming Saturday is one of those Soldiers to our everyday struggle in this time & era, Rest In Peace Tshepo "Loopy" Molopa. Here I am writing this message and remembering all the friends I lost along the way till today, I look up to the sky with amazement & inquisitive thoughts. When is my time? Will anybody ever write anything like this just to show their respect or express how they feel? Will it be to glorify the life I lived or to embrace my presence in their lives?

I know most of those who'll read this will driving over a 100 of kilometres to go to different destination to pay their last respects to their loved ones, to all of those who passed on to another world...RIP - Rest In Peace. These Blog post was inspired by my old time favourite poem or should I say the first poem to ever got me to love Poetry, Death Be Not Proud by John Donne . And for all that death had taken from us, I have little to say but the words from that poem...

"One short sleep past, wee wake eternally,
And death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die"

Death Be Not Proud...for we shall meet again with those who passed on, I would love to see the frown on Death's face as we move on to greater heights.

PAINTING BY GOD

A perfect little thing...
...all I ever I wanted for me
Face of the season spring...
...like it's flowers, you bring out the best in me
So Da Vinci's Mona Lisa...
...just a million times bigger
More clearer
As I get nearer
Its my pleasure to say...
"Picasso did paint"
But your beauty is the best art ever
That declares God the best artist ever
There-fore you are the best Painting By God

Framed with love & respect...
...nothing these world could expect
Signed by God himself...
...his signature in your eyes
Placed in his Gallery...
...it has no price tag
It's worth no money...
...God is a scientist
His paintings can move...
...he's a perfectionist
I've seen it & that's proof
Its my pleasure to say...
"Picasso did paint"
God is the best, better than the rest
There-fore you are the best Painting By God

CORRUPT & SELF-ENRICHING...?

It's only a matter of time before the people unite again, the same way they did in the previous years against apartheid government in this country(South Africa). I don't want to point fingers when it comes to corruption hence I believe it has to come to an end, maybe not by us or our generation & knowing Africa and its history I predict brother on brother war that will affect wrong people. When I saw the above picture I was not sure where I fall, the poor or the rich?

I know one thing though, when people choose anything to eat they prefer more quantity. Like for instance if we were to go buy a sheep for a weekend braai(barbecue), you'll chose the bigger/fat one right? "One-day The Poor Will Have Nothing Left To Eat But The Rich" is the funniest statement that to me because I can't imagine being part of that cuisine or meal to anyone as skinny as I am. Who would be first in the line among the rich people you know? I don't even want to attempt to choose anyone because we live in a crazy country, it might happen that particular person dies in the hands of poor carnivals looking for that last meal or even nyeope(man-drugs).

We need to unite & fight this poverty, a hungry man is an angry man & that does no good for our society. Yes I agree that corruption is killing economical growth of our country hence we're not helping at all when we keep drifting away from each other as a nation, didn't we learn from our history that unity is the power? Or maybe we're patiently waiting for another Steve Biko/Robert Mangaliso Sobukwe/Nelson Mandela to free us? Or maybe we have accepted the situation & working individually to improve our households? Still that doesn't guarantee you that you won't be part of the rich to be eaten by the poor when they nothing left to eat.

CONTINUOUS IMPROVEMENT...

Growth...

Ownership

Affirming

Leading yourself in the better direction than that of yesterday or yesteryear!!!

THERE ARE ONLY 2 TYPES OF CARS IN THE WORLD, MERCEDES BENZ & THE REST...

When you have the love for a woman or brand nothing can really shake it. I still remember my first crush like it was yesterday even though it has been decades since then, I know that very person is now not what my heart desires or admire. I have grown to understand more than what the eye can see, like the first time I saw a Mercedes Benz. I saw an elegant car that was competing with likes of AUDI, BMW,Volkswagen(VW), Opel and few other brands I knew at that time. I fell in love with Mercedes Benz since the very first time I laid my eyes on it and even more when I took the first ride, then later that love developed into obsession that gave birth to the passion that is helping to write this.

Yes I know a lot of people will be against this hence I need not to go into details or even technicalities on this one, I'm not writing this blog post for Mercedes Benz and neither are they paying me to write this. I don't want to know much about what other cars' lovers feel about me or what I write about my love for the car(Mercedes Benz), I don't know much about its history hence the little I heard & read. Mr Karl Benz created the first one & named it after his daughter Mercedes, surely there was no ways that he could have made anything named after his Princess look ugly or perform with defects. Their slogan "Das Beste oder nichts" which translate "The best or nothing" really defines the way they have approached innovation & inventions in their own company & its history. Not so long ago I read the article "The Mercedes-Benz Future Truck drives itself" and that really confirmed the very same statement I make every time when an argument about cars arises, "There are only 2 types of cars in the world and that is Mercedes Benz & The rest.

I don't want spoil anything said or written about the Future Truck, all left for me is to salute the Slogan "Das Beste oder nichts" because it applies to me & it's the very reason I choose Mercedes Benz over any other car. In fact these technology of a Truck driving itself will be used in cars soon, hence it is expected to be in use from 2020 on normal cars & 2022 on trucks'. If the car is not a Mercedes Benz then it is their Competition off which I have to repeat my own slogan "THERE ARE ONLY 2 TYPES OF CARS IN THE WORLD, MERCEDES BENZ & THE REST..."

Yes I am well aware of the other top German technologies in the world of automobiles, from "Vorsprung durch Technik(Advancement through Technology)"/"Wahrheit in der Technik(Truth in Engineering)" to The Ultimate Driving Machine/Sheer Driving Pleasure "Freude am Fahren". What more can I say? Even the slogans speak for themselves...when everybody is trying to give us the pleasures of driving technology or advancing to the truth in technology, Mercedes Benz is committed to giving you the BEST better than the REST.

Das Beste Oder Nichts/Best Or Nothing defines Mercedes Benz & they define my interest in Automobiles...it is Mercedes Benz or Nothing!!!

MISSED ME...

Floating in the sky with humble clouds

I sang my song like I was singing for the crowds

Like I was killing notes for the crown

Yet I was doing it for the sound

For the Love of the rhythm in my head

For the lyrics from my tongue were never heard

Lost in music,...

...for no genre I ever cared

Always cried in my poems when shit occurred

Yeah!!! I'm just another writer...

...incarcerated by my pen in rhyme-book pages

Hell yeah!!! To be where I am one has to be fighter

I prayed one-day to write a poem like this

Nothing about women & their bliss, or even world peace

Something simple & honest, something about me

From the first poem I wrote after the 1st ass whipping

They were all about happiness & pain in this life journey

All the time, I missed me...

Found drowning in spiritual wild waters

Religiously disguised as holy water

Non-believer like me, I gotta get my life in order

Make sure the food my son eats is proper

My crime as I write gotta be man-slaughter

This is the last of the scripts that killed sons who became daughters

Its about time I met salvation & write about the author

What life had to offer...

...to life, what had I to offer?

An answer to a common writer, I missed me...

Looking for world and all the good in it, I missed me

I prayed one-day to write a poem like this

Nothing about women & their bliss, or even world peace

Something simple & honest, something about me

From the first poem I wrote after the 1st ass whipping

They were all about happiness & pain in this life journey

All the time, I missed me...

Creepy as it is I gotta soldier-on

Struggle continues as life goes on

Looking deep in me seems a bit strange

From the inside looking in, it's still long-range

With moods worst than a woman's PMS

Life got me on check-mate in this game of chess

My last name can't just be shared like a piece of bread

Not with the innocent, I'd rather drop dead

Issue me the signs & I shall sleep in peace

For the last days of my life, may all Rest In Peace

I prayed one-day to write a poem like this

Nothing about women & their bliss, or even world peace

Something simple & honest, something about me

From the first poem I wrote after the 1st ass whipping

They were all about happiness & pain in this life journey

All the time, I missed me...

Long-nose, 45 special was very heavy & cold

Only 6 years old, I guess I was bold...

...hands got burned & left permanent marks to help me hold

Most of his memories were over-ruled

His last name is "Magnum" & he belonged to my nation

My only armor through trial & tribulations

That best pal of mine that left 5-drowning in blood

It all made me cry for my son, my blood...

...my nation, he deserve not my bitter misery in history

Not even its smell or taste...

...I got shot & realized that all along, "I missed ME!!!

I prayed one-day to write a poem like this

Nothing about women & their bliss, or even world peace

Something simple & honest, something about me

From the first poem I wrote after the 1st ass whipping

They were all about happiness & pain in this life journey

All the time, I missed ME...!!!