THE DAYS THE PRESIDENT RESIGNED

14 February 2018

11:00pm (roughly)

I had woken up with a renewed vigor on Valentine’s Day. A struggling but threatening-to-bloom-situationship can do that. I guess. More so, a kindling spiritual moment, requiring mutual reciprocal exploration, can set dead things alit. The ‘thing’ was something entirely different. If I am to be brazenly honest. The romantic in me hoped to share a Valentine’s made potentially historic if JZ resigned. Wow, things would really be looking up. Again. For a change. Spiritual+bromance+resignation= “Yeah, things gonna be jus’ fine!”

By 18:00pm all seemed lost. After nail-bitingly awful days life seemed set to play out it’s ‘Tom&Jerry’ saga to the max. JZ seemed set to stay.

Eventually I chose to go to ‘Shakers, Maboneng’. Avoiding the horror of an emotionally flaccid Valentine, 10 days away from a ‘BOOM’ closing down my hopes of being entirely responsible for myself & shutting down business, and the dread of having to attend another online/march/politically motivated moment on the same flipping subject, a ‘supposedly human JZ’, Shakers seemed a better option. It turned out gloriously. Comedy night. Sexually charged….it was V-day afterall. Filthy. Rude. And outright entertaining!

If you want a live stream post to catch a glimpse, just click on the link.

COMEDY:SHAKERS, MABONENG

Maboneng is this Art culture/entrepreneur district in Johannesburg. Super cool. If I had the money and the client base I would open a seriously kick-ass ‘Boho-chic multi-racial Hair/Lounge/Bar/Arty thing. Oh and how! As is ‘Arion’ form I kinda lit the dance floor with some others. I thoroughly enjoy watching the ‘Amajive’ or ‘Pantsula’ dance moves. The night the president resigned I was letting it all hang out. Safely. I had had enough. I blew out much stale steam. I don’t afford myself much risky fun because I have a pitch fork staring at me. Finance/Relapse/Failure pricks at my jugular. But in my ‘letting off/down/out steam’ I was brought blissfully unaware through the moment it happened. The resignation speech. In the Taxify I realized the ‘resignation’ news and my Valentine had been, in the end, one of my favorite. My dream of an Africa free from megalomaniac greed was a step closer. I struggled to sleep from sheer excitement and the dead fish next to me could care less. Slapping on some anti-itch cream, taking antihistamines and a proud SA air-punch I eventually nodded off.

15 February

MY ACTUAL VALENTINE

I flew off to do my favorite politically minded client at 7am. The rain came down in buckets and the morning flared with JZ ripoffs. I knew that the rain would be a deterrent to business. ‘Stand-by’, sounded great and I am grateful I did. That moment when the floor of vulnerability opens and the ‘situationship’ begins to take shape. That is the cherry that landed. The day was spent chatting for hours. Cooking together was effortless. ‘Being’ totally cool. It takes a lot of courage to engage a mixed-race intimate relationship. I seriously am a bit of a social ‘awkward’. If I am not behind my chair I don’t really know how to be around people well. I either blurb something chronic or sit mum looking a real invalid. Unless there is a dance floor. Great music too. Naturally.

The mix below, ‘DJ Stevie B’, on Mixcloud is a great ‘leisurely Sunday drive’ vibe.

DJ STEVIE B: DREAMING OF NEXT SUMMER

By the end of the 15th it truly seemed that a spring in my step and the SA step seemed lilting it’s way gleefully.

HOW FLEETING MOMENTS PASS.

The premier of ‘Black Panther’ set the electricity in the air with the same propensity as ‘that’ rugby World Cup. Needless to say my last minute dash for hopeful tickets were trashed. I even tried pulling a ‘fast one’ at a ‘Strictly Reserved’ viewing. I had to try. My love interest’s disappointment was hard to accept. Besides, I needed something interesting to write about for my Sunday: Sweet & Sexy piece. ‘Black Panther’ is it. Looking at the predominantly black VIP list, 14 million Rand Rolls Royce, high-end fashion & style to match, the penny dropped. I am a white person living in Africa. It should be the most normal thing to see more black skin than white. {If any of you stunning ladies at the ‘VIP CHECK IN’ read this, you guys were amazing.} I pulled the race card. Lol. The ‘Black Panther’ movie is such politically charged activism. My half-arsed stunt didn’t work. Thankfully! I was totally under-dressed. I liked seeing the narrative. The fashion interpretations of a ‘Black Panther’ premier. I got to see the movie on Saturday afternoon. I loved the undercurrent ‘Pro-Black’ messaging throughout the movie. It was sexy. I cannot say that it was the best delivered Superhero film though. I loved the message of emancipation. Loved the anti-colonialism. Loved the propaganda that the white man is the disease and the black man the savior. Historical supremacy would certainly point to us whiteys being a callous bunch.

SUNDAY: SWEET & SEXY: ‘BLACK PANTHER’

How gorgeous is this Afro-centric style!

The thing that brings my blog together is the events after the movie and the parallels it potentially echoes in the current South African landscape.

THE PARALLEL

In a turnaround turn of events it is Saturday night and I am alone. A family emergency has suddenly popped up for my ‘other’. There is no way to prove the case either way. Time will reveal the truth. It always does. The politically charged movie, SA and our new President, myself have this concept in common. ‘The Reverse Back-Handed Play’. You think the play is what is being fed to you. In fact the game is actually some where else. The play is to distract, to bewilder and set in motion the actual play.

WHAT AM I GETTING AT?

As my ‘situationship’ put a family affair that really should have been the actual people’s involvement own mess to fix, especially considering they are both adult men; I learnt a valuable lesson. No matter how kind I am in helping another their personal priorities will always over rule the need for reciprocal kindness. In President Ramaphosa’s speech where he quoted Bra Hugh’s words of not turning our backs on any human, my immediate thoughts were plagued by ‘what if’s’. If Ramaphosa wasn’t pushing a Pro-Black agenda he might have quoted the words of other heroes like Ghandi & Mother Theresa as well. My next thought was: “Does that mean that the biased BBBEE practice will be brought to an end along with land reappropriation being an inevitable way to go. God; if I had land to give I would have given it in a show of leadership and respect for a ‘as-of-yet-undone-historical-injustice’. In the ‘Black Panther’ movie the ‘shots taken’ at a perceived ‘white colonizer disease’ openly suggests the continuation of a society that judges by generalizations.

THE POTENTIAL PLAY:

Integrated society with the revenge agenda of making the Imperialist pay for its vast crimes.

As essential as it is for Imperial and Supremacist society to acknowledge its many failed promises, my fear is that ‘Pro-Black’ is simply an exchange of power. As Oprah stated: “A new day is on the horizon,” surely the litmus test is whether that dawning horizon is emancipated in forgiveness or a repetition of historical hate crimes. Hate crimes are usually filled with enraged and unresolved bitterness brought on by equally enraged and bitter people with power to inflict control on others. The foundation remains the same: HATE DESTROYS.

In this Cliff Central podcast/blog, a pearl of wisdom to putting hatred behind us is called upon.

GARETH CLIFF: NEW BEGINNINGS

Time will tell whether my mixed-race situationship, Ramaphosa’s Presidency and ANC, and the tradition steeped culture of Africa will prove disingenuous or otherwise. My hope lies in the closing scenes of ‘Black Panther’. The cousin of T’Challa tries to overthrow Wakanda. Goodness prevails in the heart of the young king and defeats the unresolved historical hatred in his cousin. The glorious sunset of Wakanda is revealed to Erik Killmonger (cousin) and the offer of life declined. The kindness of offering life is quickly slanted as the movie closes with an empowerment program slanted at a disadvantaged black community. Rightly so. But not all other race groups subscribe to privilege, so I found the absence of another person of colour in the end scenes a little slanted.

‘Stimela’, Hugh Masakela is the perfect heart-wrenching reality check for the history of greed driven egomaniacal supremacy. Please watch the You-Tube video below before reading on.

STIMELA: HUGH MASAKELA

HOWEVER…

As I walked out of ‘Black Panther’ I realised that as free as I am in my love of people equally outside of race, gender, religion, (except Satanism), class and education is as imprisoned as I by a societal nature that leaves me in the unique position of being a rebel. Most people will gravitate back to their own tribes before placing individual kindness in its rightful place. Afterall ‘Blood is thicker than water’. Then I hope that the fact that all our blood is red will be the deciding factor. It is for me!

KINDNESS BEFORE SOCIETY.

As I count the days that will decide whether I too need to resign myself to the fact that I will not be able to explore my freedoms as a self-employed entity and face potential homelessness, I hope that this new season in my situationship withstands the difficulty of getting to know eachother. So too do I hope that SA can and will prosper beyond the borders of historical wounds that perpetuate hate. Even more so if Ramaphosa really means equal and fair opportunity for all South Africans or if it is just another agenda hiding speech where colour is again a deciding factor. Have we not had enough of the skin colour thing. Aaaaaargh I have.

CHOOSE ❤️

Stay your amazing self!

#❤️🇿🇦🌈

✌🏽

•AJB•

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Sunday, 14:22

Since taking a frustrated leave of absence from attending or serving in church late last year, things have been so-so. I have said it before, one more time for good measure. Spirituality and I are an inseparable paradigm. I run from it sometimes but invariably the pull to realign myself with something profound draws me back in untold mystical ways.

Recently the nag to flip through my faith book, the need to pray, and attend church found me 5 rows from the front. Center. Stage left. It was kind of surreal. Words that plagued my thoughts all week kept popping up in the songs, sermon and news broadcasts. The most overwhelming of the lot, the statement, “No-one should be discarded or written off as helpless.” This valid but seemingly ordinary statement comes on the back of a random quiz I took on Facebook the day before. The results, correctly, showed that my success blocking negative talk centered around my sense of unworthiness. I was stunned that the quiz nailed my default setting exactly. Even more alarming is the same above statement following a discussion in the salon about my faulty faith practice. I have, once again, gotten stuck on trying to be better for my Higher Power instead of allowing myself to simply receive grace, love and blessings because I am loved. None of us can be perfect. It is in our imperfections that we can find the ability to love other imperfect people like ourselves. Those that have read my blog, ‘Mighty You’, will understand the difficulty for me to receive help, compliments or goodness. Like many of us, I am living wounded. Wounds that often cloud my abilities to create a life that my talents certainly warrant. Never mind the mere fact that I am alive. Simply alive.

It is with this single authority that I want to write this blog. Or rather feel instructed to write this blog. That authority is this, ‘At 43 lots of stuff has happened. Some my fault. Some not. But from the perspective of living hurt and fighting to overcome I can say I am as authoritative as the next. Even in my failings.’ Afterall I am, like you, still here.

The heated race factions, avoidance political landscape, corruption, seemingly endless lists of poor leaders and deplorable self-greed has South Africa and our globe in a kind of deadlock situation. Doomed if we do and doomed if we don’t!

What I mean is this:

With every side arguing it’s rights as more important than others, we all seem to have forgotten for a moment, as I have lately, that the log in our eyes must be addressed before the splinters in others can be removed.

SO HOW?

Rather than pretending that things are not out of kilter and growing that yucky guilty feeling inside, perhaps the answer is to accept that each of us is to blame, directly or indirectly. Let’s all be honest our nations are tense. We need to know eachother better. Don’t you think? In the Gentleman’s Gazette article, ’53 Questions to Get to Know Someone’, by Sven Raphael Schneider interesting and useful insights are shared if we follow through with our claims of being an inclusive society, legitimately.

Click the link below.

HOW TO GET TO KNOW SOMEONE

SO WHAT IS INCLUSIVE?

By sheer definition the implication of inclusivity suggests that compromise may be a necessary and a valuable tool to reach a more inclusive, equal opportunities and more civilized and just society. This is not to say that we put up with second-best but that we first learn to love and let HIGHER POWER be HIGHER POWER.

SO THE BIG QUESTION IS, ‘WHY DON’T WE WANT TO INTEGRATE, COMPROMISE AND RE-EVALUATE OUR THINKING, COMFORT ZONE AND PREJUDICES?

I found this above quote and I think it speaks volumes to myself and the world we all are living in. This present moment. Crazy. Hectic. Frustrated. Right?

Laying in bed this arvie, I wondered to myself, how could I a simple citizen on this planet try make a difference in the my life and the lives of many others. The 12 Steps of Recovery seems like a great place to start. I have seen incredible changes in my own life through the 12 Step Program. Although I am far away from being, 💯%, my authentic self, as most of us are, I certainly am not who I was 6 years ago. I love the fact that I have had the freedom to experience the consequences of my choices. No human, government or religion has been able to stop me from facing the results of my choices. I am learning on the job, like all of us.

A QUICK STORY:

I was asked to write an essay in rehab describing whom I thought God was. Instead of writing the answers I knew were expected of me, God is Just, God is I Am, etc, I wrote it from the point of view that many would write. God is dictatorial, contradictory and cruel, etc. Yes, you guessed it. I got rapped on the knuckles, and instructed to look through my faith book to all the places my HIGHER POWER described themself. I didn’t get so far. Actually my whole perception about myself changed from the 5th word in the Bible. Created. Weird right? Let me explain. Up until that moment, 37, I had been living under the guilt of being gay and creative. Years of bullying, violence and abuse had me feeling ashamed about being creative. The crazy part is that everything I am is creative. So I was living a kind of psychological hell because the very thing I am is the very thing I hated. It somehow meant that I was sub-human because I am a creative guy. This translated into my sexual-preference. For years I was a flapper, sister, queen whatever you want to call it. I tried to hide the hatred of my creative being by overdoing my identity as a gay guy. Anyhow. 37, rewriting an essay, stumbling onto the first 5 words in the Bible, things began to change. I am still gay but my identity has less do with my orientation but rather myself as myself. Creative.

“(IN THE BEGINNING) [GOD] {CREATED}….

What I realized, at 37, is that only 2 things exist outside of creativity…..Time (in the beginning) & …… God. I realized that everything else after that is creative. The way we make money, make money. The explanations of scientific reason. The way we breathe, think, move…and love. In that moment I started to learn to love and accept that not only did I deserve to be alive, because I am alive, but that it is ok to be creative and love it.

6 YEARS ON:

My relapses are getting further and further apart and less damaging, I am calling my own shots, learning to be responsible for myself, even though I am on the verge of losing everything. I wouldn’t give this last year back for all the money in the world. I have learnt to endure for longer and fight harder for myself. This is pretty miraculous for a guy who until only 6 years ago thought that his best offering to the world was in a coffin. 6 feet under. I have a blog, as an untrained writer, that is read somewhere across the globe daily and I am still here fighting to grow as a human, to love better and do my bit to leave our world better than much of the love I received. Do I fail? Uhm, are you reading this?

All I do know are these 2 things:

Spiritual matters are real!

The 12 Step Recovery Program is worth our world taking a shot with because it is both universally applicable and personal in it’s philosophy. It may very well be the only tool that transcends our thinking, brings us back to human and creates a methodology to heal ours ourselves and others around us!

STEP 1 STARTS WITH ADMIT.

So I will go first and trust that many more will follow suit. I have already started by stating my character defect on Facebook.

See for yourself.

MY POST

I AM A RECOVERING HUMAN & SELF HATER.

For years I have hidden behind inferiority, believing that others were better than me. As of this moment I am asking my HIGHER POWER to help me to change that in me and to do it miraculously. I need a miracle because I am tired of living in the world that reaffirms my negative belief of humans and myself. We are not only capable of hate. In fact most of what we have these days started with an idea to make things better. Yes, like me, things get a bit twisted but we can change it.

ALL I ASK THAT YOU HELP ME MAKE THIS BLOG GO VIRAL INTERNATIONALLY BY SHARING IT. HOPEFULLY WE CAN PRAGMATICALLY BEGIN TO HEAL THE HATRED WE FACE EVERYDAY. IT STARTS WITH EACH OF US ADMITTING!

I guess if it is true that ‘I need to be the change in the world I want to see, it begins with me.’ So I guess that from now on like the particular sentence in a random sermon, 5 rows back, center, stage left: “No one should be discarded or written off as helpless,” rings true for me and I know rings true for most us.

We all know what rejection feels like. IT DAMN WELL HURTS LIKE A ……..! I am believing that a miracle will turn my little rent-a-chair business, broken reputation, self-loathing and human despising will change.

Click the link below to be reminded of another call to fight for life.

WE ARE THE WORLD

CHOOSE ❤️

Stay your amazing self!

✌🏽

•AJB•

HOLLA

SANDOWN, JOHANNESBURG, ZA 12:04pm

(reminded of the fun from my new year celebration with friends who cared for me that I would not stray, I smile that a little fun can cure an overwhelmed heart)

KICKING RIGHT OFF!

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TONY FUENTES from Barcelona <<
is the first hours of what each of us hope will be a better year but since waking today and wracking my brain as to what I can do to turn a ripple effect event into a positive. Not to bring the past baggage into 2018, but for the sake of context, a scam months ago has almost crushed my independence as a baby entrepreneur. Rightly or wrongly I reached out on social-media out of sheer desperation. Although some kindness was extended which got me through the December slump, thank God, much more still needs to be done to pull my independence from the quicksand.

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watching the Koi from the dinner table on the deck at a friends house, I realized how much beauty I have missed out on beating myself up for being scammed and near destroyed…. time to swim and get on with it!)

So I flipped my despondency onto itself and after much ongoing continuous prayer, frustrated wallowing and introspection I have put a mental game plan into action.

1) Extending a call to mentorship to a more experienced businessperson in my field, which I hope will be positively received, I accepted that I genuinely need guidance to improve my business game plan.

2) As much as I hate it, I am missioning myself to make sober friends at NA. I hate big groups but I guess for the sake of not being lonely and limited funds this free and like-minded group is a must for my mental wellness.

3) Doing some form of exercise: I can walk and do push-ups and sit-ups etc at home that won't cost money.

With this very basic proactive list the lease of life seems a little brighter. Years ago when I first moved into my own home again after a long long time, there were days that the only thing I could do to distract myself from going nuts was to clean my home. I would constantly repeat to myself: "God thinks that I am worth it."

So as I get my home back into order after a long period of depressing frustration I get back onto my little pony and try to fight my way back to a more hopeful future. Each of us may have for different reasons been bullied by circumstances from 2017, but I commit to get into the bloodied ring and try again.

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In the uber…. the metaphor is a simple but startling one… eyes forward)

Will you?

Watching the Anna Nicole Smith story yesterday I was struck with the fighter she was when she was young and how circumstances lead her to a place where choosing a destructive path seemed to be her only option. I don't want to be another stat.

CHOOSE ❤️

Stay your amazing self!

✌🏽

•AJB•

LOBOLA

Deep House Cat Show on Mixcloud adds a much needed groovy and uplifting mood to this thought provoking, ‘tongue-in-cheek’ and somewhat humorously bitchy blog. Funnily enough the mix is called ‘ Bitcoin Mix’. You can draw the connection…. 🤣🤣!

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BITCOIN MIX

An interesting chat about an homogeneous African traditional perspective coupled to religiosity has my little brain jumping through hoops. The informative discussion explained how one of the interesting things about Africans claiming heritage rights regarding Church explains some interesting religious practices that shockingly disrupt media timorously and may reflect some light onto our ZA government. Apparently if a person holds a prestigious position in Church and dies, the expected handing over of the position is to go to a family heir/ess. In other words whether the person inheriting the position is qualified, willing and or interested or not pressures to keep the ‘family business’ within the family is a must. It sheds light, well for me anyway, why Doom spritzing Pastors, or R25000 dinner seats can create such exploitative distortions in religious practices. Not that this is exclusive to Africa mind you. Catholicism in years gone by sold Purgatory to the uneducated populace.

The point is that any form of nepotistic practice can force people into positions that they may not want to be in; much like arranged marriages and the practice of LOBOLA. Marriage or relationships, in my opinion have less to do with money (although essential in today’s age) as they should be about a willingness to learn about another and practicing loving them authentically. Just saying!

In the same conversation I was teased saying that my LOBOLA price/ bride wealth would be 2 avocados, a naartjie and pawpaw from Limpopo. We cackled at idea of seeing the ‘AmaGogo’s’ walking for miles with the basket on the head and offering the payment to the family. Can you imagine the reaction? My informant had an interesting take on LOBOLA. That both parties should pay each family and to meet eachother halfway regarding the various prices. This was proposed as a possible deterrent to couples walking out of commitments so easily when rough terrain hits.

In ‘Anthropology of Southern Africa’, pages 257-266 written by Julia Pauli and Rijk van Dijk, interesting points are posed, “Bridewealth or lobola remains important and is supplemented by a plethora of new rituals and expenditures.” Hylton White also states, “It is generally agreed that rates of marriage are declining in Southern Africa. It is also clear that for people who are wealthy enough to marry, the long-standing constitution of marriage as process is increasingly replaced by a making of marriage as event.”

Just a thought?

Now how does my brain assimilate this to our corrupt government? Well if it considered shameful in a family that a heritage is passed over to a deserving other, in or out of a family, perhaps the desperate attempts to grapple for power, theft of funds, and plausible leaders negated for tradition may be explained.

Zooming out to the AIDS scandal both in Mbeki and Zumas Presidency a flicker of insight of the superstitious nature of more traditional cultural practices might reflect some onto the nature of voters voting for a party whether disastrous or not. Mbeki negated anti-retroviral medication for patients claiming fruit and vegetables could cure this supposedly foreign created disease and Zuma suggested a shower.

My Venda guest blamed HIV increasing on foreign black African men. He stated, “Because GWM prefer non-South African black men, these foreigners are making money out of sex and spreading the disease.” Although there is some truth in this statement, a lot of black prostitutes in ZA are foreign, I think the envy of racial counterparts has clouded an otherwise, perhaps, jealous based perspective. This answer came out of a question I ask a lot of skin tones different to me, “Why do GBM not like GWM?” The other prevalent answer is that a lot of young GBM feel used as sex objects and feel in-considered as potential relationship material.

What this is all pointing to regarding our racist government and it’s marginalized view of other race groups is this…

If a superstition based culture keeps one from negating authentic leadership in favour of defunct traditional perspectives that sooner hold onto ill-informed versions of responsibility to a country; how the fuck can that country emerge honorably where authentic efforts are not applauded over nepotistic guidelines? How in the name of ‘reaching-for-your-dreams’ can one not become despondent when an idiotic over-weight nephew who cannot even get out of a mega-expensive sport car even be given it , if perhaps a sport car racing-Driver dream may be overlooked because misappropriated funds are fucked by inappropriate people in governance?

And as the ANC continues to avoid accounting for mega billions spent on miscellaneous events, another thought for them to consider might be……

WILL THE REAL LEADERS STAND UP! AND NO ZA IS NOT GOING TO PAY YOUR LOBOLA…. WE ARE BROKE AND TOO BUSY USING OUR FRUITS TO CURE STUFF!

(Although I write this blog, the point of view is a question to ponder more than a decisive conclusion)

CHOOSE ❤️

Stay your amazing self!

#❤️🇿🇦🌈

✌🏽

•AJB•

Connect an’ cronies

An older but distinctive flavour, Cafe Del Mar intrinsically sets the mood for tonight. Taking a moment to honor life for being amazing by soaking in a bath laden with oils, salts and rose petals I kind of, in my own small way, act gratefully for a moment that has spun my darkness into forgiveness and blazoned motivation. The fight for better goes on.

Plug in your earphones and enjoy reading this blog…..well, at least I hope so. Enjoy the mix at least!

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CAFE DEL MAR

In what has been a rather startling experience over the course of the last week, today catapulted my self-esteem/ worth to near dangerous heights. I can almost smell and taste the scorched feathered wings. I must confess that I am not great at receiving kindness. Gosh, for most of my life the inferiority complex that has been handed over by cruel circumstances has oft left me feeling like kindness needs to be paid back in sort. If I can be bluntly honest, in my sub-culture categorization, it usually means naked and well we will leave the rest up to the 50 shades of your imagination. But people have taken my breathe away, overwhelmingly and simply beyond words….says the wannabe blogger….lol. Sometimes we all need a little care to remind us that the world isn’t only a hard place. Sometimes a little energy that is beyond the predictable can add just enough light to press another onto greater heights when all seems lost. To each of you, whom I guess would prefer to remain nameless, AB/AB, JM/SM, JS/ES, BC, MZ/RE and the countless others that have fought when there has been little fight left, I cannot applaud you enough for being shining examples of a humanity that can break chains. This is a humanitarian wannabe’s purest delight. THANK YOU!

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In my tumultuous numbness over the last period many questions have blank spaces. The ‘Do I/ Don’t I’ can be so scary if it means that lines in the sand must be drawn and others may get hurt, by default. As weird as it might sound bunking work, although plausible behavior under the circumstances, hurts people, seldom in my life have I consciously aimed choices directly so. Sometimes it has happened, the guilt is crushing, more than not I slink back into my bewildered, ‘What the heck, why me?’

I guess many South Africans, too, are asking themselves of late, “Why us? Couldn’t the ZUPTA clan have defrauded, racially divided and corrupted Dubai for crying out loud? Why the magnificence of Fugard, Bosman, Uys, Fassie, Theron, Bra Hugh and the lists of enormous talent, that can go on endlessly,spat on by a legacy tarnished by the ANC FATCATS of late?”

On that note I took a rather hardly difficult to find magnifying glass to the ‘TOP 6’. With the self-proclaiming racist, ‘I won’t employ whites in my fast-food chains,’ and recent sex scandal embroiled newly appointed President heading an even more dubious Gupta affiliated compadre, the question is, “Is all of this mere showboating and more cloak-n’-dagger bullshit?” Look I am no saint myself and am ashamedly but honestly facing my authenticity daily and demons too. But are they? Surely if the taxpayer pays these public servants then our job is to see if we are paying the right folk? Surely? At least, as in my case, a close eye cast to keep accountability open and South Africans honored in the manner of authentic African custom. So I formed a simple list that explains why, the shuffle is much more like a ‘2 left legged dancer’ than a Prima Ballerina.

DAVID MABUZA/ FRAUDSTER AND CORRUPT

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GWEDE MANTASHE/ COMMUNIST AND GOD KNOWS WHAT ELSE

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ACE MAGASHULA/ CORRUPT AND TAX MONEY SPENDTHRIFT AND ALREADY EMBROILED IN VOTER SCANDALS

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JESSE DUARTE/ NOT SO GREAT AT INTERNATIONAL RELATIONS OR MUCH ELSE IF THE PAPERS ARE TO BE CONSIDERED ACCURATE

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PAUL MASHATILE/ ZUMA CRONY WHO HELPED OUST OUR BETTER PRESIDENT TO GET RAPIST ZUMA IN

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Now I am not a learned man but somehow the physics, math and creative hustle of power configuration seems STILL AWFULLY SADDLED TO ANOTHER ZUPTA OR WILL IT BE CALLED RUPTA ONSLAUGHT.

Dear ZA

Let’s not pop our corks too hastily because I think our fight is NOT YET OVER.

Just a thought?

AND PERHAPS SOME MORE DOORS NEED TO SLAMMED SHUT ON A DISGRACEFUL ANC IF OUR CONSTITUTIONAL RIGHTS AND CITIZENS APLOMB NOT REAFFIRMED IN A REAL MANNER OF UPLIFTMENT!

THE AMAJIVE LOOKS POISED FOR POLITICAL UPHEAVAL IF VEEEEEERRRY RECENT PAST BEHAVIOURS ARE ACCOUNTED FOR, OR IS THAT MEGA BILLIONS UNACCOUNTED FOR…..MMMMM? NEVERMIND THE LACK OF ETHNICITY BEING REPRESENTED ACROSS THE NEC AS DECLARED AND INSTITUTED ACROSS OTHER SECTORS SUCH AS NATIONAL SPORT.

The continuation of the marginalization of born-and-bred non racist race groups must come to an end!!!!!!

CHOOSE ❤️

Stay your amazing self!

#❤️🇿🇦🌈, #❤️🌍🌈

✌🏽

•AJB•

FASHIONING

In years gone by, fashioning crafted swords out of blooms of steel, tin and alloy, was a prized skill of the metalsmith. Today although crafted swords are still being manufactured, a lesser weapon in comparison to the nuclear weapons of the modern age. I always ask myself whether this makes us less civilized than we think we are. What do you think? Surely a more civilized society is a more enlightened one? Comparably, the single combat non-contact sport might arguably be a more civilized fight. That’s if the only resolution is combat. And yes I do think that sometimes defense is a necessary evil when innocent lives are being threatened. Gangsterism is in my opinion the most cowardly method of violent resolution.

But what am I rambling on about?

Recently I have been going through an incredibly tough time. The level of stress is taking its toll. The exacting discipline to overcome the difficult circumstances has been exhausting to say the least. It has not been easy to fight my way back from my recent experience but today everything has begun changing.

In an incredible turn of events I was gifted with 2 extraordinary gifts of kindness today. A friend gave a R1000 tip and another that I had borrowed from that was stolen by my scam artist has agreed to do a service exchange for monies owed. As I write this blog the tears just weep uncontrollably. Sometimes, just sometimes goodness comes back to us in the most unexpected ways. But, and there is a but, we need to stay in the fight.

So often in this world we tend to crumble at the signs of difficulty. Although I have been plagued with lower back pain in my attempt to cope with my demands and stress related flu has hit hard, get up and go I have had to do. Agreed I needed time off for a few days to regain the will to fight but done it I have. Not pretty but done. What are you facing that is fashioning you towards greatness? As most entrepreneurs know the hurdles one crosses to achieve ones visions is not a road paved with party lights and decorations. It is tough. But the self-appreciation of goals accomplished is unlike being employed could ever give one. I think this is attributed to the fact that live or die entrepreneurs are their business. The deciding factor, however, is are you the kind of metalsmith that hardens a sword or weakens it? What I mean by this is…. are we the kinds of people that use our gifts to enhance the world, in love, or do we destroy lives by enhancing only our own?

One of the flaws of our consciousness is when we think with small-mindedness.

Part of the responsibility of our particular gifting/s is to share with others as is their responsibility to share with us. No one man has the exclusive right of being uninvolved in life. We are all equally here, right here, right now. Thus the responsibility of being a citizen of the planet that ambassadors the champion cause of making the world a more free and equal place than we inherited it is a must.

Recently a quick read on LinkedIn caught my eye.

It struck me that Africa is starting to ask some valid questions and it makes me proud to witness it. I wrote about this very topic, in a loose manner, in a blog called ‘FAIRY-DUST’.

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FAIRY-DUST

It is time that Africa rises from its spell of thinking the rest of the world is better. Enough global news has clearly indicated that the world is taking strain under egotistical power mongers. It is time for the citizens of this one planet, Earth, to stand and fight for its rightful place to equality. We are Africa and we are amongst the richest continents, if not the richest. It is time for us to put aside our ‘in-house’ fighting and take our brothers by the hand and be united with the cause of raising the failing status of our magnificent continent.

But I am not the only one saying or thinking it!

Zooming back to ZA, Democratic Alliance leader Mmusi Maimane is up’ing the reign on corruption by stepping up anti-corruption units, sending police on training camps for a year to provide better efficiency and service delivery. In a time where the baddie won the match for a while, opposition alliance parties to the ZUPTA ANC are banding together to fight for the Madiba Africa that saw us shine beacons of gold-glazed hope onto the world at large.

The nobility of this non-contact combat against oppression and elitist supremacy is the highest order for which our mutual gain will create more eager to participate integrated societies and willing to share than our current system that enslaves people to capitalist greed. I am not saying that ambition is a bad thing, not at all. However, when ambition is applied to a universal mindset we quickly see that a greater good will yield a standard that gives way to speedier growth and hope. Think about it!

As we head into the holiday season in ZA, I hope that enlightened consciousness fills each of us up. I hope and pray that universality draws us to a brighter better future for all. Let’s make 2018 the breakout year that yields awesomeness and a restored faith in humanity and its dream of a better future. Nothing matters more than treating others as we want to be treated. I am fighting myself, daily, to be a good, kind and productive human. Are you?

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LIVING LOVE LIFE

CHOOSE ❤️

Stay your amazing self!

✌🏽

•AJB•

#standforsomething

IT IS NO SECRET, I STAND FOR AUTHENTIC LOVE ABOVE ALL ELSE.

My favorite international DJ, DJ Stevie B on Mixcloud has dealt another loin-grinding body-shaking mix. I bust a move, alone, in my living room. I simply adore this man’s transitions and vocal choices.

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DJ STEVIE B

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My empatheticheart has been tossed like a sailing boat against volatile seas this week, rudderless and torn sails lost to the battle of violent and invasive onslaughts. From being lectured by a complete stranger as to whom, when and how I may be entitled to use terms of endearment, my Mayoral hero Herman Mashaba facing a vote of no confidence by a revolting ANC ZUPTA corrupt gang, our Miss SA/ Miss Universe’s reputation being called out by racist attackers, my personal favorite Miss SA contestant finally being crowned Miss SA and not to mention the Libyan Slave/Torture trade fillingthe news. Never mind the continuous harassment of my own scammers repeatedlytrying to get more money out of me, which I don’thave, with some or other cockamamie story. I am fighting the urge to just give up on life. I don’t want to live in a world like this.

Thankfullythe failed votes of no confidence will dig a deep guttural hole into the failing and corrupt ANC grip.

Thankfully Naomi Campbell is organizing a march in the UK to march to the Libyan Consulate to prostest this disgusting practice. THE WHOLE WIRLD MUST DO THE SAME!!!!

I woke up this morning in my little but beautiful home in Sandown, Johannesburg, ZA and had a deep sense of spiritual connection to my HIGHER POWER. The message to myself , and all of humanity is a stark reminder that nothing under the sun is a secret.

Recently I started an online dating profile. I eventually deleted it because I found myself meeting people who were either judgmental,dabbling in things I don’t want to be part of, or looking to make a quick buck. Being scammed once this year and my heart shattered with little regard is enough thank you. I guess I am just an old-fashioned guy that does not fit into this modern world. A world of opportunists that seem to be riddled by narcissism and nepotistic instincts; mostly.

It’s true….. I do struggle to know authentic from self-serving manipulation.

Look life is better for me than most. As I listened to the emblazoned speeches of Mayor Mashaba and Presidential hopeful Mmusi Maimane I couldn’t help but weep. Our world system as it stands isso unjust. It favoursthe few at the expense of the many.

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MMUSI MAIMANE SPEECH

When will enough be enough?

Yesterday at the Democratic Alliance March seeing the mothers with kids in tow, whom had traveled from afar made me want to quit my life. I was so close to writing a letter to the Mayor asking if I could be sponsored a small wage and work the rest of my life for free to help with the JHB regeneration project. I still might, so torn and conflicted I am.

With increasing measure I cannot reconcile myself to a world where the name of the game is money. The stirring in my soul is for more than minuscule glory. Something that aligns itself to the purpose of using my life to count for the benefit of lives so vandalized by racism, elitism, sexism and classism. I mean what the $@&* is wrong with us?

Slavery still?

So as I grapple with my own disturbances of purpose versus indulgence I leave you, us and myself with this question, “Are we really going to continue to turn a blind eye to the desperation of the world around us, for a bit more stuff we cannot take to the grave?”

CHOOSE ❤️

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SWEET DREAMS

Stay your amazing self!

✌🏽 •AJB•