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STOP REPORTING MY BLOG ON FACEBOOK! IT IS SOOOOOOOO CHILDISH!

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DJ STEVIE B

5:56 AM SANDOWN, JOHANNESBURG

It is controversial living in ZA to say the least. Everywhere glass buildings are springing up, yet reports of international investor interest is apparently in the negative. Another 51 Billion rand is squandered by the ANC/GUPTA’S/ZUMA. Grace Mugabe flees facing trial for assault, Zuma jnr flees to Dubai, increasingly people are losing their jobs, the Western World argues Trump, Brexit, Putin and we continue to kill eachother physically and emotionally. Even this little blog has been reported and blocked by Facebook. I mean doll can you actually belieeeeeeeeve it. Me a hairdresser that endeavors to lend his voice to love.

I MEAN SERIOUSLY!

The first few times it happened, I thought I was doing something wrong. I am not the most tech savvy guy. When things go wrong I am like, “ Haibo, marrawe, now what, bliksem.” Eventually I understood that a somebody other laid a complaint. Now considering that that I have been respectful in my approach on spiritual matters, never display overtly sexual content, refrain from using foul language, mostly, and don’t incite violence or hate; phenomena is perhaps the word as to why someone might report my blog. The only 2 conclusions I can draw are hairdressing counterparts who are trying to stop me from marketing myself through this medium or political people who hate hearing the truth. Huuuuuuuney, sweetie, daaaaarlin’ bookie, angel, luuuuvie whoever you are grow the $&#! up.

Dear SABC, SAA, ANC< strong>COULD YOU PLEASE JUST ADMIT YOUR FAULTS. Give up and give that guy a chance. I promise you that pride only drags one to do things that make matters worse. Been there, done that, got the T-shirt and certainly washed the floor with said shirt. The crises is not in raising the flag of surrender, it is the continuation of making fools of yourselves by sucking the marrow out of the bone in a country fraying. Your legacy of freedom has and is blood. The emotional blood of those that died for it that you squandered. Throughout history leaders rise and fell. Each had its season. If there is any conscience in you, any love for this country put pride aside and give another the chance to raise the Phoenix out of the ashes that you so eloquently burnt to cinders.

From the mouths of your people…. “Eish, not again!”

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CONVERSATIONS IN A CAB 25

Yes, we all aspire to great wealth, fame, success and influence. The difference is how we get there. Will we be remembered as doing so in a manner that frees others to do the same, or that keeps them captive as slaves to our protocol?

I made this little video, both to market myself as a stylist but also hope that it inspires in you creativity. Creativity enough to think out of the confines of an overcrowded box that suffocated ourselves at large. We all need a bit of fresh air! Don’t be afraid to get some by booking your SLIPTOVER and save a penny too.

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SLIPTOVER VOUCHER

Choose ❤️

Stay your amazing self!

✌🏽

AJB•

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YOUR HIDDEN TREASURE

Slicing the chase; my personal history is comparable to peddled self-doubt.

What does this mean? From the super-spiritual to the interpretations of events, I was sold down the river. It is a long winded tale. Every kind of abuse, self-inflicted and by others has braised my life with crippling consequences. As a follow on from SWEET SUNDAY PERVE, I woke up this morning in my tranquil home, coffee in hand with a pressing question, “What is self-love?”

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SWEET SUNDAY PERVE

n an attempt to create the mood of this blog, as an experiential experiment, please play the following mix off Mixcloud to feel the depth of this blog. This 3 hr collection, truly expresses the journey of self-love. At times we float along, scratch a way forward, trip up and feel like giving up. From experience I have seen and still do that magic happens in each movement. The journey is an authentic one built on the simple fact that we are born to be kings and queens.

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DREAMS IN BLUE 003

(pic I took this AM of bits and pieces to talk about ‘HIDDEN TREASURES’)

I guess the right place to start is…..

You are not the sum of your life, job, money, beauty, body, mind and/or desires.

What I mean is that we are the version of ourselves that is prescribed in the etchings of love. It is in this that our organic preference is untainted. The easiest explanation is found in children. As a stylist I am often amazed by the ideas of my young clients. No matter the age, outspoken children have very definite ideas about their hair. The shy kids take some work to build trust but eventually also become vocal about their preferences. Often I wish parents would back off from being controlling and just observe these little ones express their ideas without judgement. So often parents create unnecessary insecurities by imposing their personal desires onto these little sponges. Some kids authentically love bedhead hair, others tidy, others wants punky colours and some want to fit in. When a friend fell pregnant I had the wonderful experience of watching her son in the first few years of his life. When he could walk my car keys, shoes and everything else ended up in the bin or loo.

I was amazed that he had observed our behaviours and duplicated them.

It remains a tragedy to me that I never had children of my own. By that I mean adopting. At 43 I have made peace with living vicariously through the lives of other parents.

This next story is a deeply disturbing one but a reality for me. The spiritual war on my life has been a distinctive one. Why? I wish that I knew. Please understand it takes a lot to share this weird story, but for context of this blog it is essential. Be kind in your judgement as many have dig the dagger of hate in deeply.

I cannot remember exactly the age I was, but an intelligent estimate, about 1. My mom was sleeping with me in her arms when something started to pull me out of her arms. Switching the light on, fighting this intruder, she realized that it was a spiritual entity. Nothing physical was visible. She often told how she had never been so frightened and prayed like she had never prayed before. Something tried to take the life ahead of me in the most disturbing and bizarre way. It has left a cautionary scar! A spiritual scar that has created a beast in me that must fight for the belief in truth and love. Today 42 years later, I have come to accept that spiritual is so a part of me that I cannot separate myself from it. It pours out of me in everything I do. Good or bad. It has taken mega heartache to get to a point of accepting myself as valid.

Valid like each and every person on this planet, gone, here now and still to come!

(This screenshot, ⬆️, a blog from Huffington post, authored by Elyse Santilli, titled: ‘8 Ways to Increase Your Self-love’)

After my last relationship ended, I took to healing myself through blogging. I went back to basics in every way. I went back to the therapy notes and lessons. I stopped the onslaught of the world by isolating myself from it. I decided that the most valid input would come from my Higher Power. I had gotten to a point where I couldn’t lose myself anymore trying for the approval from other humans. My innocence had been robbed through sexual abuse and my trust of the world broken by emotional and physical abuse from a cruel father. I spent so many years perpetuating that self-hatred through sexual promiscuity, addiction and people-pleasing because I didn’t feel valid. I seriously thought that the world was better off if I was dead. I was of no use, just trouble. And boy did I co-create some spectacular messes!

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Sometimes, irritatingly, like still smoking I still self-harm. The process of getting myself back to a point of self-love is quicker. Miracles happen, daily around me now. I see it in the feedback I get from friends who love me so dearly that they spank me emotionally when I second guess myself. I see it in the tiny growth of my business that I started with R600 in my pocket, the connection I experience with my new relationship, my better use of responsibility, and the love I feel for others as I prompt them to be their authentic selves. Everyday, male, female, straight, not, religious, agnostic and hurt or healing makes a point of hugging or getting a dose of my antics that are crude but affirming it a non-judgemental way. Yip, I am that guy that deliberately deploys shock tactic to cut the wheat from the chaff. It’s naughty and in-your-face. I don’t really care. Time goes by so fast that trying to mollycoddle people to let go of silly restraints is not my idea of fun. My personal mantra: live laugh, be, explains me well.

After years of trying to get people to love me because I didn’t know how, isolation brought me into contact with a love that runs so deep. So deep in fact that I am well aware that I haven’t even begun to scratch below water level yet. But my heart pours out for #❤️🌍🌈, profoundly. We chase power, money, sex, status, validation whilst all the while sacrificing ourselves. We make ourselves slaves. Like myself, we all need a dose of organic and authentic self-love. I hope my little journey will inspire you to stop and discover the star substance in yourself.

SO WHAT HAVE I LEARNT ABOUT SELF-LOVE?

STEP OUT OF DENIAL:

Much like a kid in a toy shop, our eyes are seduced by the colours, shapes and excitement of new things. Separating ourselves from the stimulants that distract us from noticing ourselves is essential. In our private sanctuary, that safe space, we need to to put it out there that we are raising our white flags and acknowledge that our best shot at life yielded some results. We need to accept that perhaps there is more to this life than we think or know. I mean, logically speaking, if we had all the answers wouldn’t we be living perfect lives? Once we are in the toy shop again, rather than being seduced, we notice what we instinctively are drawn to. We ask ourselves, “Why do I like this? Is it drawing me to something else inside of me that needs healing? What is that healing needed and how do I find the answers?”

The answers do come. Sometimes it hurts because we are at fault, other times we gain victory from false perceptions. Each lessons inspires us to search more. The rainbow in us begins to unfold.

BEING GRATEFUL:

This is a tricky part! Being grateful is not just saying thank you for our lives. Grateful is also about allowing ourselves to be moved and changed for the better. It is about not beating others down to achieve our personal goals. It is more about becoming an equal citizen that allows ourselves and others to win through our respective talents. Gratitude is the actioning of the idea that each of us is on this planet and each of us should be granted the tools to thrive. Thriving and striving is the name of the game. We are born to be kings and queens.

GETTING BACK TO BASICS:

As we all know, when we move house we chuck a lot of stuff. We tend to gather things that collect dust in moth eaten boxes in the back-bottom if the attic or garage. From time to time we need to reassess ourselves and see if we have moved away from the process of giving ourselves time to discover our uniqueness and our gifts to be shared in the world.It happens so easily, distraction! One way that I recognize that I am moving towards falseness is if I find myself judging instead of trying to understand. I am not talking about calling out bad behaviours. But when I call it out in a manner that demeans others then chances are I am hurting myself too. When I hurt, my flawed humanity wants to lash out and make others feel my pain. It takes so much learning to adjust this but it is better than ever before. You? It is times of tripping up that we need to acknowledge our humanity, make amends and laugh at our fragility. We all do it so it doesn’t make us bad, just learning.

DAILY:

Every day we need to give ourselves a pat on the back for the good things we did. Why this is important is because our brokenness wants to point us to our failings. Eventually as we practice doing our goodness it becomes a natural flow in our daily lives. It is here however, where deploying wisdom is necessary. In our new state of goodwill we can easily become prey to people who are still captured by predatorial accents. This process of daily, taking stock and recognizing the distractions from our authenticity grows us into a hard and fast foundation of truth. It is in this sharpening of our iron that we begin to stand for goodness as we self-adjust our lives to look like the heart we find inside ourselves.

THE MAGIC:

This is where I am beginning to walk. Over the last few months, blessings have been poured out onto me. I am not talking about fee-rides. I am talking about the rewards of my discipline and choosing to become a connected part of a universal love. Life is still far from my dreams but each moment I am aware that my dreams are near. I cannot wait to have the budget to create an international ad campaign for SLIPT. I dream of creating an uninhibited, emotional art piece that declares war on the status quo. I dream of a global impact that gives greater license to freedom of expression that is outside of hate, anger and man-made restrictions. I dream of SLIPT being a beacon of hope to others to take the journey towards a life lived well for all.

Magic is where we raise others by being the person we are born to be!

CHOOSE ❤️

Stay your amazing self!

✌🏽

AJB•

Withstanding

The above pic of Iceberg Roses really cuts the right mood for this Sunday. In Sandown, Johannesburg, South Africa the overcast weather is moody but comforting. The following Mixcloud mix lends a charming yet ethereal quality to the morning.

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DREAMS IN BLUE

Nibbling on Tiramisu for breakfast, whilst my guest snuggles into the duvet, I occupy my heart with reflections of the timely gifts that are coming to me. For so long, trying to keep my head above water, surviving the calamity’s of my past, has been tough. As many who have messed up a bit will say, it is hard to self-motivate in the face of harsh and often exaggerated criticism. Worse yet are the suedo-friendships, that stab the dagger in just a little deeper. Thankfully at a time like this I can truly say that I am surrounded by a life that is enviable. Enviable because authenticity flows organically and love is deep and intimate. Even my new chapter of a new potential relationship is riddled with connection and care. It is a little scary being in this uncharted waters. It is uncharted for me. Most of my past lovers the connection seemed to stop at a level. This time I am finding myself at depths that leave me breathless and frightened. I don’t know a life without angst. Years gone by my heart fought so hard against itself. I craved this depth but settled for whatever I could get. I guess it is the expected outcome from a heart smashed against rocks by reckless people. Still, i would rather be the hurt guy than being a carbon copy of so many people who invest energy into vandalizing the hearts of others; carelessly. Being in a moment, and I hope with all sincerity that is travels a long distance. The analyst in me is intrigued to discover the difference of mindset due to the fact that his and my life is vastly different. I am ecstatic to learn about this person, who has a depth of live that is startling to be part of. Aaaaaaargh, patience will have to be deployed to draw out the essence of this man’s heart so that it can live its fullness. Reigning from a part of the world where one “sin” is held up over as worse than the “adulterers” who judge it so has taken a toll to this sensitive masculine heart.

It has taken 15 years of working on myself to get to a point of accepting myself as myself. It will take the rest of my life to explore that person I almost destroyed because of the inadequacy of a world I find myself in. We all do! And for what? That another cruel task-master might have a notch on their belt that says they murder humanity.

Our violent unwillingness to judge ourselves and others with a loving mindset destroys the fiber that holds us together…..humanity!

I cannot understand why we hate eachother so much. As the tears pour out of me, unstoppable, I wonder how many people are crying out of terror and pain in the world right now. I feel my energy being shared to the angst of a world. I pray that love heals, realizes dreams, breaks hate, raises lives, smiles onto tears, and upholds care for all equally.

How lucky I am to have a different moment where the depths of the love I have always felt is being carried deeper.

I find my spirit dancing on the history that turned me into a kind, generous, loving, human.

I was fortunate to catch the majesty of this double rainbow, yesterday in Hyde Park, Johannesburg, South Africa. In my 43 years of my humble life, I have never seen each colour of the rainbow so visibly. I wish you could’ve seen it. Each colour cut an exact line of its glory alongside each other glory.

CAN WE JUST NOT LET US HUMANS BE THE SAME….YOUR GLORY, MY GLORY, OUR GLORY?

In ‘Conversations in a Cab 23’, the driver, had some interesting and thought provoking insights into the World Dom his perspective. To listen to it Click ⬇️.

CONVERSATIONS IN A CAB 23

As I nibble on breakfast, enjoying a moment, feeling the joy, accepting my blessings, counting my gratitude, thanking my HIGHER POWER and thinking of the world at large, I hope that peace carries you through every moment of this day.

CHOOSE ❤️

Stay your amazing self!

✌🏽

•AJB•

STRANGE FICTION

I kind of like this pic I took of this diamanté bracelet. It speaks of mystery, leaving me wishing that the night before was accompanied by decadent fabulosity. Dismaying not. Yesterday the world was aflutter with questions and encouragement to walk away from a lovely scenario but lacking enriching character. In a delightful turn of events, I got spellbound to a sensational looking man from Kinshasa. This, if it had yielded desirable results, would have been the great multi-cultural relationship I have yearned for. I have no idea why my preference is of a different skintone to me. It just is! It is strange. The connection is beyond words but the follow through…..uhm nah. It has also left caution in my being. Caution because to find an another who is a contributor, on all levels, that is mutual and reciprocal. But it is eina regardless. Mostly because I am not used to walking away from a love affair. By nature, I am a fighter and I do so until the I usually am the last man standing. Just for once I would love to know what it is like to have the full package deal that travels a distance longer than a Shakespearian death scene.

The world seems to be filled with boys in men’s bodies who have gone off there rocker. Hetrofluid, Trump, Zuma, Gupta, Las Vegas shooter, Isis, North Korea Hydrogen bomb, Putin, Mugabe, Gupta, Wife beaters, mafia syndicates, child sex slavery rising, bisexual or married men on gay dating sites, men who seem to think that general disrespectful life and anything other than the c_c_ is perfectly ok to ignore.

CAN THE REAL MEN PLEASE STAND UP

If we are supposed to be the head of the house can someone please tell me why the house is in ashes and a disgraceful embarrassment to me as a man. Now I know that this is a generalization but I can promise you that as a Hairstylist I here the running commentary that repeats a dreary pattern.

Although an argument can be put forward regarding preferences let’s put that on the back burner as being an experience in life that yields difficult judgement from the mainstream understanding at large.

I have done my fair share of wrongs that I have had to address and actively work on in myself. But when I see men above my status in life carrying on regardless I wonder what the hell is going on in this world. Strange fiction cannot be conjured up by all the going’s on.

In Conversations in a Cab 21 yesterday I dared to relate the story of being put into a situation where I had to foot the bill for a night out. Although we couldn’t delve into it as my trip ended it has opened the door regarding the perception of white ZA having money and the blindedness to the fact that BBBEE has in fact turned the tables in an ‘NEW ORDER APARTHEID’. I am anti-all inequality. But worse yet I am anti-free hand-outs. Not because it is necessary to do so in setting wrongs right but because it creates people who become dependent on a freebie. As a person that has had to claw themselves from an awful childhood and a destructive addiction, a free pass would have kept me feeling sorry for myself and avoiding taking responsibility for my choices.

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CONVERSATIONS IN A CAB 21

I started running a colour discount promo last week that is proving to be grabbing attention of others. Below is a GLAMOVER that I did. I hope that my little video inspires you to express yourself in an authentic way.

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CHARLIE’S GLAMOVER: FREEHAND NAIL ARTIST EXTRAORDINAIRE

As a parting thought to the man in all of us, be we female or male I lend my thoughts to the man in me and ask:

AM I DOING EVERYTHING I CAN TO LOVE OTHERS

CHOOSE ❤️

Stay your amazing self

✌🏽

AJB•

Precarious

Sitting in the back of a cab on my way to a complete strangers environment!

It is exhilarating! After a few weeks of spinning my wheels, for an another, I have had to accept that I may have barked up the wrong tree. I WAS HOPING NOT, AND STILL DO. However, if said another is not setting ALL the cards on the table; done is what must be so. Sadly!

A moment that has caught me by surprise is the reason for my journey into another’s space. It is a while since I was invited, organically and authentically, to another’s environment. So in the cab passing Emmarentia Dam to Melville, Johannesburg, South Africa the view is uplifting and bright green. The rains have blown the green the landscape into full saturation.

Emmarentia dam, Johannesburg

What an experience!

A quick little picture diary, the sequence of events that created a most memorable time!

The restaurant

The wonderful cooks

Fish… it was awesome!

Points of view from the Taxify cab of YEOVILLE, JOHANNESBURG.

THE BLUE SQUARE, IN THE PIC….

THE STORY:

After a pretty spectacular dinner, the fish was fresh and the phenomenal flavoring was gobsmacking, a night of being the only pale skin in a bar ensued. It was daunting. I did my best to gel in but it was hard when one stands out simply based on ones skin. Needless to say, whether stupid, brave or both I needed to represent. I did in the way I know best. The dance floor. It wasn’t long before I had captured the eyes of all and sundry. My friends thoroughly enjoyed the spectacle I showed. Apparently people were amazed that I was sober and had the guts to let it all hang out on the floor. I held nothing back. Besides the fact that I love dancing, I wanted to show that I wasn’t intimidated by others with obviously different skin. It worked and by the end of the evening I had rocked the house to a standstill. It has been a loooong time since I could just let my hair down and be free to enjoy myself. I was protected and felt safe. Dancing created a point of connection and friendliness paved the bridge from the cultural divide. It was an amazing night that I will not forget easily.

Chilling afterwards and discussing the cultural differences of Congolese, Cameroonian, Nigerian and white 🇿🇦 perspective brought a greater level of acceptance and understanding. It was an incredible exchange of life.

In the following video, SWEET SUNDAY PERVE, Tee and I got a little personal regarding our different experiences. To watch our amateur but insightful video click ⬇️.

SWEET SUNDAY PERVE In, ‘ Conversations in a Cab 20’, the Driver opened up about some experiences having grown up in Apartheid South Africa. The story of his cousin, a young teenager, being arrested for 15 years for taking an emergency whizz against a wall is Sad and outrageous. To listen click ⬇️.

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PROMO OFFERINGS

Like Mmusi Maimane said in his Heritage day Speech, “ Integrated suburbs, not white suburbs or black suburbs, etc, but cross-cultural suburbs.’ After my experience of last-night I cannot wait for the vibe, the flavors, the colours and the experiences of cultures different to my own colonial upbringing. A world of wonderful rainbow colored experiences await us. They await our willing hearts to explore beyond our immediate short-sightedness. In a time where so much misunderstanding, unresolved truths, rebellious hate and high suspicions prevail, life must be lived amongst each-other freely to create this he unity we all need to survive.

I FOR ONE AM KEEN!

Taking a pose, and being all coy!

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BUT!

Not that it is a judgement; more like a bit of friendly advice. If one is going to embark on a journey of discovery as South Africans, trying to u it’s our divided nation, keep ones wits about you. The mistake that I have made was to be seduced by the invite into another world. In a time when 55% of 🇿🇦’s are living below the breadline, are mostly dissatisfied with our government corruption and desperate to reach for their dreams, easy targets are devoured. What I mean is this. I allowed the guilt of my countries history to shame me because of my skin colour. I then over-compensated to allow myself to accepted by people outside of my comfort zone. It was expected that I cough up money and carry the financial burden of a great night out. Thankfully it gave me some great insights into the lives of other humans, the financial price small to pay for the authentic experience of being a guy in a different cultural experience. But the next time I go on another outing into the lives of others I will definitely limit what I share, willingly, with others. The reason is not to be frugal but because the needs of others is so great that I would destroy myself in the process of proving that my history is not who I am. The next time I get to have a phenomenal experience, my hope lies in a more evenly spread communal shared responsibility.

This brings me to my point.

It is easy to say this is wrong or right, sometimes it easy so black and white. For the most part, considering various factors, it is going to be a bit of give and take across the board from all people to make the conscious effort to meet each-other 1/2 way. It is the only solution, if we as a nation, citizens on a mutually shared planet have any chance of not killing each-other to achieve our dreams.

To end this blog, for some soothing but uplifting vocals listen to the Mixcloud mix listed below.

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SUBTLE BUT SEXY TUNES

Choose ❤️

Stay your amazing self!

✌🏽

•AJB•

Such is it

Sometimes! Just sometimes I wish that I could choose who I liked or better still, loved!

I am not talking about opportunistic love. I am talking about authentic love.

Every relationship that I have ever had, the love just suddenly happened and I knew it as such. I guess that I have been lucky because my relationships, as hectic as some have been, always grew me as a person. Those people all taught me things about myself. Either by what I didn’t want to be or drew me closer to what I needed to become. My relationships have been a sort of cradle that benefited me by being a safe space for me to experience and explore myself. Granted much devastation was caused by some of those unities but that I think had more to do with brokenness than with the bond.

If you find yourself needing a little TLC then this Ocean Radio, Chilled September, Mixcloud mix will hits the right chords to ease a bit of peace into the start of your weekend.

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CHILLED SEPTEMBER

Yesterday was a really rough day. It saw be having to threaten to expose some people on social platforms. I vented but just couldn’t go so far as to actually name names. It has been an ongoing saga of four months that finally escalated to a rather ridiculous finale. After much screaming,forth and fro, a dismal conclusion was reached. It frustrated me that I had to settle for less than the loss of income.

C’est la Vie!

With my personal mission to integrate myself into a more cross-cultural circle of friends, I invited a Nigerian guy living in ZA, over for dinner. My expected guest had a family drama that involved hospitals, kids and so forth. Rather messy. It was interesting to exchange experiences that him and I had in common. It fascinated me, however, that even though we both were born empathy, had random psychic experiences and some pretty exasperating spiritual encounters, points of view differed. So much that he regaled was fraught with shame for his gift, and fear of it. As much as I tried to explain that love is greater than any force, it fell on disturbed ears. My heart breaks for people when the experiences of things outweigh the energy that pulls us through.

Like in the photograph taken, above, the simple fact remains that each of us has #perf inspired and living within us. My dinner ended and albeit an interesting encounter, a friendly reminder that I am not the only one with a weird gift and feel heavily for our world, dinner was the it moment. The need for a different experience after the #yucky day I had yesterday was met. My hope in goodness was restored as I listened to the stories of life in Nigeria. It saddens me that this beautiful country I call home is quickly being squandered by ruthless wolves. Just yesterday I saw a stat that from April-June, 2017 another 60000 people lost their jobs.

I found a simple easy to read article from American Health to help us not be overwhelmed by our tough stuff. It concisely and neatly goes through a few processes that we can deploy to get a handle on our thoughts.

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DEAL BETTER WITH HARD TIMES

In times like we jointly face, the worst thing that we can do is buy into the frivolity we experience all around us. It is necessary for us as the populace to stand united, much like the civil uprisings throughout history. No, I certainly am not punting violence. Ask yourself, why would I want to put more money into the coffers of the elitist benefactors of war. No, my focus is on the man 2 man, woman 2 woman overcoming their individuality and uniting in singular voice against the atrocities of our mutually shared histories.

The article below is a well researched and written insight explaining some of the civil voices that said enough was enough.

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AGE OF REVOLUTIONS

Dear #❤️🌍🌈

Do we really want this?

More times where dog eats dog?

Lies that are well manicured behind marketed punchlines?

Strife brought on by our selfish inability to share, when we are forever telling our kids to do such, but fail in so doing?

Do we really want to pass the baton onto future generations that is stained with hypocrisy?

Is confusion the honour we uphold for the sake of ill-gotten gains?

THE ONLY TRUE POWER ANY HUMAN HAS IS WHEN ANOTHER, WILLINGLY VOLUNTEERS THEIR TIME AND LIFE FOR A PARTICULAR CAUSE.

If we have to force, manipulated, steal, kill, destroy and cheat others to get what we want; perpetuation of crises is always the same consequence. I know for myself that I cannot live with myself if I have deliberately behaved like this. The shame I feel is so overwhelming that I want the earth to swallow me whole. Fortunately I have my wherewithal about me and for the most part, no longer, fall into the category of ‘humanity betrayer’.

Quickly, as time is flying by and work must be done today, I want to leave this challenge with you.

WHAT CAN WE DO TODAY TO BE KIND TO A PERFECT STRANGER?

Perhaps this little promo might be just the kind of thing to build a bridge with a broken friendship, or disgruntled work colleague and or distant family member.

(Art work designed by Leandra from @bellazarahair…. u can find them on instagram….the most stunning imported lace wigs)

CHOOSE ❤️

Stay your amazing self!

✌🏽

AJB•

A MOST SPECTACULAR HEART

RIGHT OFF THE BAT, AMAZING WAFTS AROUND YOU LIKE THE STARS ADORN THE NIGHT SKY!

To get this fantabulous Thursday off the ground join me as I lift my heart to the universe and draw into myself the goodness called life.

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THURSDAY GROOVE

Playing on my phone, I accidentally saw the backdrop in the pic of our salon ceiling and it is so spectacular that I had to ruin it with my face shoved into the pic.

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The next video was sent to me by a client and although it has quite a bit of profanity the sentiment is exactly the kind of Fire under the butt this world needs. We can go on waiting for the world around us to become our idealistic environment, or we can be it!

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In these lyrics, ‘Nickelback’, ‘What are You Waiting For’ the same message is punted.

What are you waiting for wow oh (oh oh oh)

What are you waiting for wow oh (oh oh oh)

Are you waiting on a lightening strike

Are you waiting for the perfect night

Are you waiting till the time is right?

What are you waiting for wow

Don’t you wanna learn to deal with fear

Don’t you wanna take the wheel and steer

Don’t you wait another minute here

What are you waiting for wow

What are you waiting for wow oh

You gotta go and reach for the top

Believe in every dream that you got

You only living one so tell me?

What are you, what are you waiting for?

You know you gotta give it your all

And don’t you be afraid if you fall

You only living one so tell me?

What are you, what are you waiting for?

Are you waiting for the right excuse?

Are you waiting for a sign to choose

While your waiting it’s the time you lose

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WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR

A STORY:

Kensington, Johannesburg, February 2013

I was finally moving into my own home again! The years of addiction had robbed me of my possessions, career, dignity and self-worth. I had allowed it. Not so much because I wanted to choose that, but the love of the Universe/ God/ Higher Power had been gracious enough to let me choose what I chose. The reality is that we each have a DIVINE path. But because love doesn’t force itself onto one, we are free to choose but the consequences of that choice is out of our control; completely. Which means that we either die from our choices, learn and grow, or stay stuck in a pitiful existence of excuse making. It is not easy being surrendered to life, but each of us is. Whether we believe it or not. I was suddenly offered a chance to practice responsibility again and I took it. I only had a bed but decided that if my Higher Power was bringing me the chance to prove myself then He thought I could do it. A few weeks before the due date to move in, a missionary who was downgrading her home needed to get rid of stuff and offered it to me. Needless to say I couldn’t believe my blessings. There are many stories like this where mercy was shown to me. Truthfully, I am a hard nut to crack. I still struggle to put my full trust in the goodness of Higher Power. Those that read my blog will know why. But in short, coming from a life riddled with anguish and having to claw myself towards success has resulted in my trust/love barometer being out of whack. I have had to do,and still do, a lot of homework on my heart condition. What I do know for certain is that if you/us/me are willing to appreciate our gift of life, extend ourselves towards others and learn to be fair and wiser in our choices; great gifts await us. So often our desires are based on what we want others to think of us. We preen ourselves to win approval. We buy things to look good. We hang out in the ‘cool’ places. We surround ourselves with the ‘right’ people. But seldom do we stop and notice that our spectacular hearts are dying for more. More life. More adventure. More glory. MORE OF US!

Higher Power/ GOD/ Universe whatever you want to call it, is constantly beckoning our attention through the consequences of our lives. Each time we don’t die it is another chance to the full glory of ourselves.

I guess this is why I am so busy fighting for the heart condition in the world. Fighting so that we don’t destroy eachother through our negative impressions of ourselves and others. I get hurt a lot by others. This is partly because I am an empath, but partly because I expect goodness from the world. So when bad things happen it is an assault; an affront. Gone are the days where I damage myself when I hurt. Well at least for the most part. Take it from a guy who is beginning to walk in his dreams.

THE SUM OF YOUR LIFE IS NOT IN YOUR EXPERIENCES! THAT IS JUST THE VEHICLE TO GET US TO FIGHT HARDER TO BE AUTHENTIC. EVERY INCIDENT WILL STRENGTHEN US. YOU ARE BORN TO BE SPECTACULAR. YOUR HEART IS A ROARING LION WAITING TO BE UNLEASHED. YOUR TALENT IS A MUCH NEEDED ONE IN THE WORLD. INSPITE OF THE CHAOS IN THE WORLD, A FUCKED UP HISTORICAL LEGACY, POWER HUNGRY POLITICIANS, GREEDY ELITISTS AND AWKWARD ALL OF US THERE IS A LOVE SO GRAND WAITING TO HELP US FIGHT STRONG. A LIVE WHOSE ONLY DESIRE IS TO TRANSFORM US INTO A LIKENESS OF ITSELF. A LIKENESS THAT CREATES WORLDS. STOP AND THINK ABOUT IT:

EVERY CHILD IS A WORLD WAITING TO TAKE ITS PLACE. EVERY CHOICE THE ABILITY TO DESTROY OR UPLIFT. EVERY DREAM, HEART, ACT OF KINDNESS THE CREATOR OF HOPE.

One of my favourite quotes is the one below:

Marianne Williamson

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CONVERSATIONS IN A CAB 20

To end today’s blog I want to share a piece I call ‘GRUNGE’. It is some of my work that so beautifully depicts the fight in us. It is from a collection I did a few years ago that I revamped into a little marketing video. I tried to capture the famine but masculine. I set grunge against old world glamour to play on the idea of what a skater boy would look like at the opera. The point is that we are all light and dark, cultured and uncultured, civilized and not, and most of all co-creators of our lives. Choose wisely!

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GRUNGE

One of my favourite songs is performed by Lady Gaga, I hope that it gets you in the mood to let your heart be spectacular.

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EDGE OF GLORY

CHOOSE ❤️

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Stay your amazing self!

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AJB•