<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254059247677353095</id><updated>2011-11-28T01:51:45.168+02:00</updated><category term='mugabe'/><category term='religion'/><category term='social'/><category term='myself'/><category term='chilling'/><category term='bin laden'/><category term='spiritual'/><category term='personal'/><category term='law'/><category term='politics'/><category term='morality'/><category term='culture'/><title type='text'>Word Portal</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Word Portal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954514760296839254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>84</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254059247677353095.post-3326429893898501814</id><published>2011-11-12T20:25:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T20:27:15.399+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Keeping up with Julius Malema</title><content type='html'>Politics is probably the easiest platform that you can use to develop a public profile without having to do anything significant. The global media love politicians and everything that they do. Whether politicians are playing golf or having a party the media will always be there to cover the story. Politicians are also quite amazing people and they also know how to generate the media interest in everything that they do with very little effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t hate the tweet but maybe the follower who is having issues with the tweet. Most of the time we complain about the quality of the kind of stories that our media prefers to publish but we still keep on buying those newspapers. I believe that newspapers are only interested in stories that sells so the fact that the story about Minister Fikile Mbalula getting physical with the model was published a couple of times in local newspapers can only mean that the stories was fulfilling the newspapers main objective which is to sell newspapers. And that can only mean that’s the kind of stories the South African public likes to read so stop complaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In politics we complain about the quality of leaders that we have but those are the same leaders that we have voted for or the people who won the leadership positions because we were not there to contest for the same position. The majority of South African youths who criticize Julius Malema are not members of any political party but they still expect to see better leadership running the ANCYL. Not everybody think like you do and if you are not there to represent your interest nobody will do it on your behalf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most people talk of Julius Malema as a very stupid leader but it amazes to see the amount of interest they have in his idiocy. They tweet about him and they publish newspapers stories about him every single day of their lives. Julius Malema is one of the famous people in South Africa and that is because they country is very much interested in everything that he does. If he is famous because of his stupidity then I question the sanity of South Africans. What happened to the famous quote that says don’t argue with a fool?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than 3 million people watches Keeping Up with the Kardashians and that is quite an amazing number of people I must say. I tried watching it myself but I didn’t like it. First it doesn’t make me laugh and second I didn’t find it educating so I decided not to watch it anymore. I don’t think I can watch it and also claim to hate it like you guys do with Julius Malema.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Julius Malema can clock more viewers than the Kardashians if he takes it upon himself to do a show called Keeping up with Julius Malema. South Africans have so much interest in him so the show is guaranteed to be a success. People seem to love a lot of things that they claim to hate. Or maybe we just don’t have anything else better to do so that’s the reason why everybody is busy keeping up with Julius Malema.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254059247677353095-3326429893898501814?l=makungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/feeds/3326429893898501814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2011/11/keeping-up-with-julius-malema.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/3326429893898501814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/3326429893898501814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2011/11/keeping-up-with-julius-malema.html' title='Keeping up with Julius Malema'/><author><name>Word Portal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954514760296839254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254059247677353095.post-4456062197082728586</id><published>2011-08-03T17:54:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T19:36:30.835+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ferial Haffajee must sit down</title><content type='html'>After hearing about the unfair dismissal of Eric Miyeni by Sowetan Newspaper, I had to look for the Sowetan of Monday the 1st of August 2011 so I could read the column that cost him a job. After reading it I realized that the story was not far off what I would have also written about Ferial Haffajee if I had to write a column about her publishing of the Julius Malema corruption story, hence I am calling it an unfair dismissal. Instead of getting fired, I thought first and foremost Eric deserved a bonus for increasing the sales of Sowetan newspaper. I also felt that maybe me and Eric should open our own newspaper that would look after media since nobody is there to look how they are doing. And we would hire David Bullard because he is that reckless too when it comes to his writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway after reading Eric’s column, I decided to read Julius Malema’s story again just so I could have a clear understandng on what was going on. All I can say is that City Press didn’t have any facts to prove Julius Malema of any wrong doing. It was all about a certain businessman who got a tender after depositing money into Ratanang Trust Fund but the story doesn’t tell us who the businessman is and who approved his tender. The only perpetrator name that appeared in the newspaper was of Julius Malema but the rest of suspects were all mythical. That’s more like saying Zuma raped a certain without telling us the name of the victim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So such kind of story is bound to make you question the intention behind it, and Eric Miyeni was fired for questioning the validity of the corruption speculations and the intentions of the story. The story had no value to the public but only benefited City Press through increase in sales but on the other side damaging Malema’s profile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we also need to understand is that Ferial is a journalist and Eric Miyeni is a columnist. Journalists are meant to do thorough investigation of their story before publishing and also have facts to back up their stories but columnist usually voices their own personal opinions on any matter with very little investigation if not none. So Eric Miyeni was fired for excelling in his job and Ferial did very horrible in her job. And if the language used by Eric Miyeni was not appropriate then the Sowetan editor who fired Eric Miyeni is the right man to get fired for publishing the story.&lt;br /&gt;And how is it fine for Ferial to write rubbish about Julius Malema but it’s not for Eric Miyeni do the same about Ferial?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this not so bright lady has decided that she will just sue Eric Miyeni. She never ceases to amaze me because she is now prepared to pay money suing the wrong guy instead of suing Sowetan Newspaper for selling her to world by publishing the story and then pretended to be on her side by firing Eric Miyeni. The story was not read from Eric’s blog but on Sowetan Newspaper. I would advise her to invest her money for the lawyer in Ratanang Trust Fund instead of suing Eric Miyeni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess Ferial is another paid slave who makes a living out of bringing down people like Julius Malema,and Eric is the victim of the system. Any how I think Ferail Haffajee must sit down because she sounds very tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254059247677353095-4456062197082728586?l=makungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/feeds/4456062197082728586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2011/08/ferial-haffajee-must-sit-down.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/4456062197082728586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/4456062197082728586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2011/08/ferial-haffajee-must-sit-down.html' title='Ferial Haffajee must sit down'/><author><name>Word Portal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954514760296839254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254059247677353095.post-9004984408457514993</id><published>2011-07-26T11:05:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T11:11:24.195+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in the dungeon</title><content type='html'>There is something called Striking Season. They say is a period of time when employees unions take to the streets demanding better wages for their members. I heard one economist saying that regular striking by employees negatively impacts in the development of the country because it chases away international investors. What I don’t get is that large number of those strikes is caused by the same investors who have already arrived due to them not paying decent enough salaries. So if regular striking by employees keeps away international investors from coming to our country, I guess that’s what we need because those same investors are part of the reason why people strike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you sit down and think about yesterday, today, and tomorrow; you are bound to get confused in terms where would you rather be. Yesterday it’s a history, today its reality, and tomorrow it’s a mystery. Large part of our history as we know it is only worth for sharing in order for it not to be repeated. Our presence is not exactly as it was promised yesterday. All we can do is to wish for a better tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me pick a seed or two out of these sack full of seeds. First you don’t buy a car so that a car can benefit out of you but you buy it for your own personal convenience at the car expense.&lt;br /&gt;It doesn’t take a genius to notice that soon and very Vodacom will be no more but Vodafone. It doesn’t require much evidence to conclude that soon and very soon Absa will be no more but Barclays, as Massmart is already Wal-Mart. I was very disappointed the day I saw “Power to you” TV end frame at the end of Vodafone TV commercial. I didn’t have to ask anybody but I was able to figure it out that FCB JHB didn’t coincidentally came up with the same line for Vodacom but that the line was imported to them from Vodafone. Maybe I’m wrong but let’s say I’m right. The results of that mean so much that we don’t even want to hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The minute we start flighting imported creative work for the brands that we won through pitching our own ideas means we are no longer going to get the value that we pitched for. It means we won’t get an opportunity to do the work that we intended to do when we pitched for the business. It means we won’t have any creative work to enter for the international advertising creative awards. It means we won’t be able to make as much money as we hoped for. It means at some point we might be required to cut down on our human resources.&lt;br /&gt;I am not against international companies doing business in our country but I am against international companies buying locally owned companies in our country, and that can only be avoided by introducing legislation against buying of locally owned companies by international companies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The freedom that we fought so hard for, every single day we are being sold back to the old masters by the ruling elite.&lt;br /&gt;The re-arrival of former colonisers in a form business partners is a risk that we cannot afford to take. During the first colonization we could have chased them back at no cost. Today they are not physically forcing us to slave but buying us out of this planet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254059247677353095-9004984408457514993?l=makungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/feeds/9004984408457514993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2011/07/back-in-dungeon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/9004984408457514993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/9004984408457514993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2011/07/back-in-dungeon.html' title='Back in the dungeon'/><author><name>Word Portal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954514760296839254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254059247677353095.post-1689933920589266878</id><published>2011-05-25T10:42:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T10:49:44.027+02:00</updated><title type='text'>We want change now but how?</title><content type='html'>Every now and then I hear people comparing African countries with Europe and America. They talk about lack of development and poor governance in African countries. One thing that they don’t understand is that Europe and America were developed by slaves but now in African we don’t have a luxury of slaves but we have to pay for every development that we want and that requires time and patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For every road that we want to build, we need money and a lot of it than Britain needed to build theirs. For every house that we need to be build, we need money and a lot of it than America needed to build New York City. The British and Americans had a privilege of a free labour during colonization and that is why they were able to build whatever they wanted, and that is why they are where they are today.&lt;br /&gt;Even today, the same British and Americans don’t want to see us growing organically but they prefer putting us into debts by offering us money to do a quick fix that is not even sustainable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let’s give our leaders a chance, try to work with them and see how far we go. The distraction of the bad old enemy shall not divide us so we shall break down the walls of distractions. We don’t have slaves because we were slaves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254059247677353095-1689933920589266878?l=makungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/feeds/1689933920589266878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2011/05/we-want-change-now-but-how.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/1689933920589266878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/1689933920589266878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2011/05/we-want-change-now-but-how.html' title='We want change now but how?'/><author><name>Word Portal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954514760296839254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254059247677353095.post-1553075125798771255</id><published>2011-05-19T13:12:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T13:57:11.058+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The biggest risk of not voting</title><content type='html'>There is quite a large number of people who don’t vote for different reasons. Some think they are too smart to vote. Some think the government is not doing enough so they don’t see the need to vote.&lt;br /&gt;I would like to tell you that I voted but for a slight different reason. I voted so that at worst things can stay the same. I don’t want to go back to the past and I don’t want to go through all the crisis happening in Egypt, Libya and other middle east countries.&lt;br /&gt;While most black people are abstaining from voting, the majority of white people are voting and don’t be surprised if history repeat itself one day. Your vote is important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day you will wake up and there will be a new government. When you look closer it would be an old enemy. First thing out will be child grant and BEE. They dont need those but the majority of our people survive in those.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254059247677353095-1553075125798771255?l=makungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/feeds/1553075125798771255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2011/05/biggest-risk-of-not-voting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/1553075125798771255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/1553075125798771255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2011/05/biggest-risk-of-not-voting.html' title='The biggest risk of not voting'/><author><name>Word Portal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954514760296839254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254059247677353095.post-1111434242419558657</id><published>2011-05-15T18:32:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T18:34:32.125+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Few people were missing from Bin Laden’s House</title><content type='html'>While Americans were celebrating the death of Bin Laden, other countries were kind of sad because there are other people that they would have loved to have been in the house during the time the US military invaded it. &lt;br /&gt;Most Zimbabweans would have loved Mugabe to have been in house. Some Libyans are wondering where was Colonel Gaddafi. &lt;br /&gt;I am also wondering where was Steve Hofmeyr?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254059247677353095-1111434242419558657?l=makungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/feeds/1111434242419558657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2011/05/few-people-were-missing-from-bin-ladens.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/1111434242419558657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/1111434242419558657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2011/05/few-people-were-missing-from-bin-ladens.html' title='Few people were missing from Bin Laden’s House'/><author><name>Word Portal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954514760296839254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254059247677353095.post-3570621028857039878</id><published>2010-07-13T12:19:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T16:43:04.871+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Bye Phillip</title><content type='html'>My name is Tommy Smith, with a y. I am actually not Tommy Smith; my name is Lufuno Makungo, with an L, not R. I didn’t really need a pen for this one; all I needed was 24, two bottles, and fellow fanatics on a Saturday afternoon to reminisce the entire experience. This was my greatest world cup ever and there were few milestones achieved, and all of them were celebrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was the first octopus to predict that Bafana Bafana would make the history even bigger by being the first host nation to be knocked out in the first round, and that was also celebrated by South Africans. People sending messages congratulating Bafana Bafana for a job well done. How weird that was to the South Americans and Europeans. In South America players and coaches get killed for such kind of achievements. There was also no doubt of Carlos’ future as a coach if he was still keen; SAFA was prepared to extend his contract by a decade for according to them he did quite well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when I saw a picture of Diego Forlan with a headline: Vuvuzela Silencer, I felt a need to buy another vuvuzela. I told myself that I won’t go down without a fight. Bafana was out but I was not, so the rest of the country. In most countries, if the host team get kicked out in the first round that would definitely kill the vibe and even put the lives of those involved in danger. In South Africa, Bafana early exit very much well expected and there were no hard feelings after they were kicked out for Phillip was there as a backup. The players were also welcome to visit the fan parks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only in South Africa a ball would be called Jabulani. Most of Jabulani’s criticisms were not about the ball, but the name was a problem: What is Jabulani? Robert Green had tough time with Jabulani. It actually cost him his international career. If that was not enough, Jabulani went all the way to spectacularly embarrass the Korean goal keeper by making the poles Bigger and bounced seven times all the way to his net, touching him on his studio. That's when Christiano Ronaldo changed his attitude towards Jabulani. After all it was a great ball. The Germans on the other hand had real fun with Jabulani, just not enough to win the world cup. They scored so many goals when it was not necessary. So next time they just need to rearrange their goals allocation per game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like in Korea and Japan, we also had two host teams at this world cup, South Africa and Australia. I understand Australia incurred the same cost of preparing for the 2010 world cup as South Africa for they were chosen as a backup host. Surely the fact that there was no backup needed didn’t go down well with the Australians; hence their team didn’t stay longer in South Africa. Not by choice though, they would have liked to stay longer I think. Any team would love to be part of the closing ceremony. At least Bafana Bafana were here all the way till the end, most of the time as spectators though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zakumi thought he was hot until Phillip arrived. Phillip was too hot he almost, if he didn’t, outshined Ayoba campaign. He took Julius Malema by surprise when he enjoyed the lion of newspapers front pages and TV news top headlines. Because of Phillip, I drove to Rustenburg by myself for Ghana vs. USA. Because of Phillip, Twitter couldn’t keep up with all the twits. Because of Phillip, Itiye (alcohol) became the main course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Brazilians shouldn’t lie and say they are not Feeling IT (pressure), we have set the standard of hosting the world cup way too high. I wonder if they would have Phillip of their own. We can lend them some vuvuzelas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still on Phillip,,,,,,,,,,,,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254059247677353095-3570621028857039878?l=makungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/feeds/3570621028857039878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2010/07/livicted-to-phillip.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/3570621028857039878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/3570621028857039878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2010/07/livicted-to-phillip.html' title='Good Bye Phillip'/><author><name>Word Portal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954514760296839254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254059247677353095.post-4941400391979130992</id><published>2010-06-10T10:03:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T10:05:35.807+02:00</updated><title type='text'>It’s Here, Feel It</title><content type='html'>Yes it’s here. There are few lingos that makes me turn every time I walk in the mall. There are few complexions that make me realize that I am hosting the world tribes. There is unusual noise that makes me feel that it’s here. There is a lot of hooting for fun. Yesterday I saw a group of Chinese and I realised that it’s really here. But with Chinese you never know, you may find that there were locals. I saw Argentineans and I felt it. I saw Spaniards and I felt it. I saw Brazilians and I felt it. I saw Mexicans and I am not sure what I felt but I felt something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I have really been feeling it. I crushed my car; I lost my wallet, and other few small battles that are better left alone. I couldn’t have been any prepared for this. All my excitement about the world cup has so far been cut by a margin. Anyway yes, it’s here and I think we are all feeling it somewhere somehow. Some of us chasing last minutes tickets and those who managed to find them could get any for they didn’t know how expensive they would be. One of my biggest mistakes was to underestimate the cost for the world cup fun. Blowing a vuvuzela is just not enough.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The world cup history is a pay cheque away and most South Africans are yet to benefit out of us being the host nation. How to benefit was not clearly defined but it was very clear from the start that it was going to be an expensive exercise. I was really looking forward to having fun at the fan parks until hearing that the Monte Casino Fan Park tickets are sold out. It seems like everything is sold out in this country but I had no idea that I had to pay to go to the fan park. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most other South Africans like me also realized quite late that there are no individual benefits out of the country hosting the world cup; instead it requires you to have more money so you can be able to say you were there at the fan parks or stadium. Now other South Africans are resorting to striking for salary increases in a bid to cash in out of the tournament. Some are creating fake R200 notes. For me both options are none options, so I am pretty much screwed or maybe not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screwed or not screwed, this is a historic event that worth a bit of a sacrifice. I hope to be more prepared next time we host a similar kind of event.  Now put on your Bafana shirt, grab your vuvuzela and all roads lead to any fan fest or stadiums to those who were well organized to buy their tickets on time.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I just heard somebody saying Phillip it’s here. Denzhe a li vhonetshele Africa Tshipembe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254059247677353095-4941400391979130992?l=makungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/feeds/4941400391979130992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2010/06/its-here-feel-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/4941400391979130992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/4941400391979130992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2010/06/its-here-feel-it.html' title='It’s Here, Feel It'/><author><name>Word Portal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954514760296839254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254059247677353095.post-6514105398559068936</id><published>2010-05-23T20:26:00.011+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T15:04:34.391+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The experience of Benni McCarthy</title><content type='html'>South Africa has been so busy preparing for the world cup to the point where I think we even forgot that we will also be participating in the tournament. The stadiums are top class and the tickets are selling like weed. Everything else is ready except Bafana Bafana. I think we are the first host nation whose only concern is to host the best world cup ever, with less concern about the performance of the host team. Most of us have already made peace with the fact that on top of being the first African nation to host the football world cup, we are in a good position to make history even bigger by also being the first host nation to be knocked out of the tournament in the first round. Not sure if the country will be proud of the later history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qualifying for the second round will be the biggest achievement in our world cup history so that’s pretty much our target. Some believe that the experience of Benni is needed to help the team qualify for the second round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not very good at defining things and so often get to be quoted out of context but not in the same fashion as Julius Malema. I mean a bastard is a bastard in most contexts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t think the experience of Benni is needed in the Bafana team for being a player is completely different from being a manager. The experience that Benni has right now is the knowledge of game that he cannot apply practically anymore, which can only be useful for Benni the coach, not the player. Talking about experience, Lucas Radebe and Doctor Khumalo have got by far more experience than Benni but they are not in the team. Cambiasso has got more “Benni experience” than Messi but he was left out of the Argentinean team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benni cannot run as fast as he used to, he cannot tackle the same way as he used to, he doesn’t score as regularly as he used to, he is not as ambitious as he used to, and he is also not as flexible as he used to be. But he is definitely bigger than he used to be, which is bad for both himself and the team, unless he has got ambitions to push alongside the Beast in the Springbok scrum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don’t need Benni experience but skills and talent that can be defined in the present tense, Benni doesn’t have that but only a history that he brags about every now and then. He has got the experience that is required when you are applying for a coaching job, not a player. I mean if we are going to select players on the basis of kind of experience that Benni has then we might as well call all the South African football legends to come back and represent Bafana Bafana.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254059247677353095-6514105398559068936?l=makungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/feeds/6514105398559068936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2010/05/experience-of-benni-mccarthy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/6514105398559068936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/6514105398559068936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2010/05/experience-of-benni-mccarthy.html' title='The experience of Benni McCarthy'/><author><name>Word Portal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954514760296839254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254059247677353095.post-7271715616244135560</id><published>2009-11-30T09:24:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T14:27:41.796+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Just to wake another day</title><content type='html'>Out of seven week days, I only look forward to only two of them, which is kind of sad for a living being. Maybe I have a negative attitude towards the other five days but they just don’t do it for me. Maybe it’s not the days. Maybe the two days that I like takes too much out of me, to the point where I cannot handle the other five days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about approaching the other five days the same way I approach the two days that i like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven days of the week are similar to seven R1 coins intended to buy seven different things. The difference is not on the coin but on the item you intend to buy. The items won’t resemble any of the coins, not even in value. But seven R1 coins will remain identical and equal in value. Maybe I should start having more fun on Mondays. Maybe I should go out more on Tuesdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its end of the year and when I look back, I have done things almost the same way for the entire year. Wake up each morning and go to work. Party each and every Friday and Saturday. Take it easy on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when is this recession ending?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As bad as recession can be, there are some positives. Yes, I have heard stories of couples who are still married not because they love each other but because they cannot afford to divorce. United in the name of recession, go to sleep every night just to wake another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn’t get worse than seeing the sunrise for a slave, irrespective of the master’s position at the happening. The thought of him or her would just drive you mad. You go to sleep every night just to wake another day of slaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know how bad employees talks about their bosses? They always talk about not hating the person but the character or leadership style. When you separate a character from a person, what are left with? You are left with a character and a statue. So the hating character ideology is bullshit. Don’t mistake a smiling face for a happy face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our remedies to our problems are more like government social grants. They are never intended to permanently solve the problem but to keep things under control. Stimulus package for example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expect to see the sunrise and the sunset, nothing more nothing less. Rain, uhh, yah, depending on the colour of clouds but don’t bet on it. Just leave nature to the creator and live your life. I have been angry few times for losing battles that I was never part of; all I wanted was a victory at all cost. All Americans are expecting a victory in Iraq. I was mad the time Mzekezeke won the artist of the year award. I went mad when Bush invaded Iraq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good morning 2010. I couldn’t wait but I must confess that I didn’t see you coming. Not that you were too fast but you just caught me off guard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow always gives me hope. All my yesterdays were once my tomorrows. All my previous years were once my next years. Tomorrow is too slow and very unpredictable so I am working on yesterday. One thing I hate about tomorrow is that I have to wait for tomorrow. While waiting I have to hope for the right weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday’s winners are more likely to be tomorrow’s winners. Yesterday’s losers are more likely to be tomorrow’s losers. The same time somebody is becoming ten times champion in succession, somebody is also becoming ten times loser in succession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise I will win the Soweto Marathon next year, for its next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My judgment is as good as my fantasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s go to sleep, just to wake another day similar to yesterday. Or let’s not sleep, just to make sure today and tomorrow doesn’t become another yesterday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254059247677353095-7271715616244135560?l=makungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/feeds/7271715616244135560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2009/11/just-to-wake-another-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/7271715616244135560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/7271715616244135560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2009/11/just-to-wake-another-day.html' title='Just to wake another day'/><author><name>Word Portal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954514760296839254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254059247677353095.post-1990590911900277658</id><published>2009-11-06T08:52:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T09:12:49.807+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Movember is on me</title><content type='html'>We are just six months away from the 2010 world cup kick off and players of the qualified teams are already packing their bags. It’s a competition but not all teams are coming here with the intention of winning the world cup. Fans have already identified potential winners and ruled out other teams as hopeless. In most of the time you will find that you are ruling out teams that have already ruled themselves out and their ambitions is to get no further than the last eight, though they wouldn’t mind winning the tournament. Some would be coming to see Nelson Mandela, so may God blesses him with more years to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am an athlete and I always come out victorious on every race. I have ran three Soweto marathons and have won all of them, though I am yet to come first. I have ran two Joburg City Marathons and I have won both of them, though I am yet to come first. I have ran many more other marathons and I have won all of them in flying colours. I can’t make up much of what I see but what I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked my friend/colleague Mfaniseni if he was joining Movember and his answer was that he doesn’t wanna look hideous, which I found a very sound justification though I thought his concern would be on his chances on winning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a very tough Soweto Marathon, Movember cannot be more difficult so I decided to enter but with no ambition of growing the best moustache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t really believe in organized charity for out of every R10 you donate, R2 (at most) will be used to feed those hungry kids and R8 would be a salary for charity organizers, which really sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movember is not just about growing a moustache but also about raising money for Cancer Association of South Africa. I am not raising money to cure her but hoping that she would be the last to suffer. I hardly ask her how she feels and I don’t see her as often as I should. I also don’t call her as often as I should but I feel her every day. It's not a jigsaw so I won’t explain any further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I always put a smile on her face? Of course not. I am a son of man. Sometimes i frown when I see her call back message, though she is the love of my life. The source of my life.&lt;br /&gt;Was this planned? Of course not. Do they know her? Of course they don’t. Will I tell her that this is for her too? Of course not but she would feel it. Would I cry? Of course not but smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She knows that I love her, though it too time. As much as I feel love, I still can’t draw a picture of it. It has got a tendency of being determined by things that has got nothing to do with it. I wish God created me with a permanent smile, where tears of sorrow would look like tears of joy, running down my smiling face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now brothers and sisters, Movember is on me so let’s grow the moustaches. Grow them or fake them; the feeling cannot faked. For the love of her and them, my keyboard speaks a language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mulalo na lufuno (peace &amp;amp; love)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254059247677353095-1990590911900277658?l=makungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/feeds/1990590911900277658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2009/11/movember-is-on-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/1990590911900277658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/1990590911900277658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2009/11/movember-is-on-me.html' title='Movember is on me'/><author><name>Word Portal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954514760296839254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254059247677353095.post-3293447671938411945</id><published>2009-10-26T09:05:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T09:50:54.240+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Thosas</title><content type='html'>Sometimes last year at work somebody sent out an email asking if there were any Bostwanians who could help with translation. Of course there were none but only Tswanas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also didn’t know there is no language called Indian, thanks to Russell Peters. People who have visited China would tell you that it’s difficult to communicate there for everybody speaks Chinese. There is also no language called Chinese, oh God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you say you are from Nigeria, people just assume you speak Nigerian. They don’t even ask you. If you are from Zimbabwe, you speak Zimbabwean. If you are from Brazil, you speak Brazilian. If you are from Egypt, you speak Egyptian. Just imagine being asked by a tourist if you could speak South African. I mean there is no such language in South Africa. I am a South African but i don’t speak South African, i speak Venda. Anyway we learn every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about learning, i think i need a tutor to just teach one word and i would be happy. After couple of tries i still can’t pronounce the word Xhosa. Every time i try to pronounce it i always say something different, with a different meaning i guess. I am not that bad but it require me a lot of focus for me to say it properly. Now i had enough of playing with my tongue so i just call them Thosas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend David warned me and said i should just call him David, not a Thosa boy anymore. He shouldn’t take any offence for he also can’t pronounce my name correctly. I get to be called Rhufuno everyday but i still answer back with a smile.&lt;br /&gt;Xhosa is not the only word or name that gives me tough time. I always have to take it easy before saying “Xoli” or Xabisa. To avoid chocking during the conversation, i would just call one of them X and the other one Chief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always get to be asked if i watch Muvango. Before answering i have to correct that it’s not Muvango but Muvhango. I have never asked David if watches Velaphi but people always ask me about Muvhango. I don’t watch Muvhango, and stop calling it Muvango if you don’t like Thosa.&lt;br /&gt;Some names are just so difficult to pronounce for a second or third language speaker. I have a Greek colleague and i have never attempted to pronounce her surname. I think we should all do like Indians and just cut our names short. Get an ID of your Indian colleague ro friend; on the ID you would find that person’s full name, plus maybe two middle names and then surname. I don’t struggle with Indian names for they make them short and easy. Ravi Pillay, Ismail Patel, Peter Govendor, etc. The long ones are for filing purposes and you will see them on the IDs and bank statements. Between that Ravi and Pillay, you would find that there is another sentence to complete the name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like diversity for it gives you something to laugh about. What’s cool to Tsongas happens to be a joke to the other tribes, and then visa versa. I don’t understand people who gets offend about tribal or racial jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the Confederations Cup, there was this English commentator who kept on referring to Gaxa as Kaka. It took me a while to realize that the English man was not talking about Kaka but just struggling to pronounce Gaxa properly. At least i can pronounce this one, listen, Gaxa.&lt;br /&gt;To all my Thosa friends and colleagues, just relax and give me more time. I am working on it. I am on top of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace &amp;amp; luv.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254059247677353095-3293447671938411945?l=makungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/feeds/3293447671938411945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2009/10/thosas.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/3293447671938411945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/3293447671938411945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2009/10/thosas.html' title='Thosas'/><author><name>Word Portal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954514760296839254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254059247677353095.post-4138763414017001175</id><published>2009-10-23T12:20:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T12:27:52.660+02:00</updated><title type='text'>His majesty</title><content type='html'>Thanks and praises to the most high. But who is he?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is the most precious gift and it comes with the maximum freedom. As human as we are all of us, as equal as we are, please note that we will never share the same view of life. The truth is not hidden anywhere, the truth is yourself. So we might all be right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i just decided to share with you my understanding of the creator and my opinion on how others see him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never visualized him for i know he is not a physical being. I have never imitated his voice. I have never tried to measure his strides. I have never imagined his height. I have never visualized his size. I don’t even try to please him for i know he doesn’t expect me to do so. I have never attempted to impress him. My mistakes don’t affect him at all. My stupidity doesn’t affect him at all. All he does is to look down and say, oh, what a dummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My principles are centred around myself not him. They are my guidelines for me to live a safe and healthy life. I am no criminal not for him. I am no murderer not for him.&lt;br /&gt;The metaphorical reference to him is yet to confuse me. I have never fantasized sitting next him for he is in me. I have never mistaken him for any object because he is not visible, neither identical.&lt;br /&gt;The power of his majesty. He is everywhere every time. Listening and monitoring the entire world at the same time. Giving everybody a special and exclusive attention at the same time. Listening to all the prayers in different languages at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For every sentence and paragraph that you read, always remember that history is written by those who have a pen and a paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no tongue and language that cannot be heard. No mountain is too high. No ocean is too deep. What do i have to give him that he cannot provide himself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday i hear people talking about pleasing him and living according to his will. They talk about giving him food and money. No knowledge or expertise of anything is being claimed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I must say that I was given a different mandate. God wants me to please myself and live according my will, in the most righteous way possible. My God doesn’t get broke. My God doesn’t get hungry. The metaphorical reference to him has been taken way too far.&lt;br /&gt;I cannot point at him. When i look at him and myself, i only see myself. I am the one who gets hungry. I am the one who gets broke. I am the one who make mistakes. I am the one who always beg and thank him. I am the dependent and he is independent. I need him everywhere i go and anytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything i do, i don’t do it for him but for myself. I have never prayed for him in my entire life. I have never wished him any good luck. I don’t even check on him if he is doing well.&lt;br /&gt;I praise him but not for him but for myself. You got to show some appreciation for his mighty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The metaphorical reference has been taken to another level. He is him but not male. He is him but not human. He is not the man upstairs but God everywhere. There is no upstairs or downstairs to him. He is not sitting down or standing somewhere, but he is everywhere. He can be called she but female. He can be called fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks &amp;amp; praises to the almighty, his majesty but not male majesty. Peace &amp;amp; love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254059247677353095-4138763414017001175?l=makungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/feeds/4138763414017001175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2009/10/his-majesty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/4138763414017001175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/4138763414017001175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2009/10/his-majesty.html' title='His majesty'/><author><name>Word Portal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954514760296839254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254059247677353095.post-2342083622786393774</id><published>2009-10-23T10:18:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T10:24:20.913+02:00</updated><title type='text'>On his return, as a black man</title><content type='html'>I read a lot and i write a lot. I don’t read to believe but to understand. I don’t write to convince but to express myself. My posts reflects my way of thinking, sometimes they reflect the way i see the world, sometimes its poetry, and sometimes is just a pure fabrication just to irritate your brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We live in a very racist world, and where being of a certain tribe can be painted all kinds of bad things. Thank God he (God) is not of a certain race or tribe. Excuse my grammar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am Venda and I am not about to convince you to become one for you will never be one, hence i don’t preach about it. The words of the self sainted can be very misleading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reference to my post, history is written by those who have a pen and a paper, my comment on the six days creation of the earth was very misinterpreted to the level of atheism and agnosticism. Our time is measured by solar system, and according to my knowledge, the sun was created on the fourth day hence my comment on what constituted a day or an hour during the first three days of creation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have just learnt that, actually i have always known that commenting on religion requires tremendous sensitivity; especially to the herd instincts followers but i have just decided to blog about this to the last implication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without any shadow of a doubt, the return of Christ is the most anticipated. Some they believe he was the real Messiah and some says they will believe him if he completes the prophecy on his return, depending on your religion of choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also anticipating his return but for some other reasons; i think it would be the most dramatic day of all time for nobody knows him facially. Nobody has claimed to be him as in yet so we still have a long way to go before the confusion starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times have you seen people who look like Jesus Christ? I mean physical appearance. Some people think they know Christ and they can even identify him on the streets. Surely most of you are expecting something in line with the Michelangelo’s painting, and that picture is so much in your mind that you are expecting Christ to at least look closer to that. I am warning you to take that painting out of mind for you are more likely to deny him if he happen not to look like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creating a statue of someone you have never seen before is more like creating a statue of God, which i think it’s so wrong. Jesus will see those statues and paintings on his return and i think he would be very disappointment on the likes of Michelangelo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i can’t wait for the return of Christ. Some people are more likely to refuse him if turns out to be black. I mean the only visual image that we have of him is a statue and a painting by Michelangelo, who himself has never seen Jesus Christ in his life.&lt;br /&gt;We have different kinds of people. Some are tall, some are short, and some are midgets; and they are symbols of God. So let’s just wait and see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just my guess but not open for correction.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254059247677353095-2342083622786393774?l=makungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/feeds/2342083622786393774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2009/10/on-his-return-as-black-man.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/2342083622786393774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/2342083622786393774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2009/10/on-his-return-as-black-man.html' title='On his return, as a black man'/><author><name>Word Portal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954514760296839254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254059247677353095.post-6845447148035726999</id><published>2009-10-14T08:48:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T08:56:35.730+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Shedding tears was all i had to do</title><content type='html'>I have no clue what’s going on, though i so much want to know. Every time i struggle to get something right i think of my mom, but she is of no help anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many times i wanted to talk, and i still wonder what i would have said at the age of six months. So many times i wanted to walk, and i still wonder where i would have gone at the age of six months. So many times i wanted to run. So many times i cried. So many times i ate my father’s food. So many times i sat on his chair. Few times i tried fitting his jackets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reminiscing about mommy’s boy days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to be an adult so much i hated being a kid. I wanted to be in control. I wanted the power. I wanted to be a father. I wanted a special treatment that adults get everywhere they go. I wanted a special chair where nobody else sits but me only. I wanted a special plate that nobody else uses but me only. I wanted to rule my own life. I use to fantasize about being an adult every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hated being spoon fed so much i use to cry. I hated being cleaned so much i use to cry. I didn’t care about wearing clean clothes i use to deliberately dirty them. I hated being taken to school so much i use skip classes. I hated being told what to do and when to do it. I hated my mom for deciding for me on what to wear and when to wear it. I hated her so much for buying clothes on my behalf. I hated being a kid so much, purely for lack of liberty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i am an adult. I didn’t see it coming. There were no warning signs. I had no clue of what i was crying for. Nobody briefed me about the life that I’m living today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started reminiscing. I so much want to be spoon fed but nobody is there to do so. I so much want somebody to wash my clothes but nobody is there to do so. I so much want somebody to buy me food but nobody is there to do so. I so much want somebody to carry me but nobody is there to do so. Nobody is there to bath me anymore. Nobody is there take me to school anymore, hence i still owe two assignments for my Marketing B-Tech. Nobody is there to wash my clothes anymore, hence there is always one or two dirty ones in my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am cautious to move forward. I so much want to go back and start afresh. I still cry mommy for every setback. Her name comes out naturally. Shedding tears was all i had to do to get things my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks and praises to her, for looking after a dumb stubborn little thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my tears are a symbol of weakness. They don’t worth anything anymore. I hold them back to the best of my ability. They don’t need to be seen. There is no going back in this journey. Captured by the system armed with greed and evil. I am swimming in the same pool. I shall cry no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why such a harsh decree for an innocent boy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Witnessing the rising sun, witnessing the sun set. I can stand the heat. I was well prepared for this. In my war suit to face the world. Mommy knew what was coming my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i am a big boy. Shedding tears was all i had to do to get things my way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254059247677353095-6845447148035726999?l=makungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/feeds/6845447148035726999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2009/10/shedding-tears-was-all-i-had-to-do.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/6845447148035726999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/6845447148035726999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2009/10/shedding-tears-was-all-i-had-to-do.html' title='Shedding tears was all i had to do'/><author><name>Word Portal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954514760296839254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254059247677353095.post-3120520867695065228</id><published>2009-10-07T08:50:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T09:05:18.206+02:00</updated><title type='text'>History is written by those who have a pen and a paper</title><content type='html'>According to the bible, the first person to die in this world was murdered. He didn’t die of cancer or swine flu but murdered. Cain attached his brother Abel and killed him. By then there were only four people in the planet but they still couldn’t get along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stories are never told in their original form. Even a live soccer game, a person who watched it on TV and the one who listened on Radio will tell you two different stories but commenting on the same game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday it was my birthday and I was turning…, I don’t know. History says God created earth in six days and rested on the seventh day but we still don’t know how long his day or hour was. I think this week is too slow. By this world’s counting, let me say I just turned 28.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas day, Jews New Year, Ramadan, Muslim New Year, just to mention few of the tribal and religious rituals that gets to be celebrated annually but none of those represents the roots of black people. If you have a strong agenda that you so much want to push, put in writing. Just look at how many times people have been misled by newspapers and magazines. That’s another reason why print advertising has survived for this long; it’s the power of putting things in writing, something that black people still need to learn to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas day is celebrated throughout the world by both Christians and non- Christians. For most of my childhood i didn’t know why we had to celebrate Christmas day but was just happy to get new clothes and too much food than we could finish. The bible does not give a date for the birth of Christ but how people came to the 25th of December I don’t know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always use to look forward to Christmas day and I still do. Everyone always look forward to Christmas but for all the wrong reasons, or let me say for none intended reasons. Liquor stores always look forward to Christmas day. Actually the business community in general always look forward to Christmas. Gangsters always look forward to Christmas. It has now become more about business and less about Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A testimony of people not knowing or ignoring what Christmas is all about are the things that people do on Christmas day or Christmas Eve. Right now people are saving money for Christmas day. Some are planning to spend their Christmas overseas and some in other different places out of the ordinary. The highest death rates are recorded few days before and after Christmas for that’s the time when most people are travelling all over the country/world to find a better spot to enjoy their Christmas day, far away from church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This coming Christmas i am thinking of buying myself few bottles of Whiskies and two or three cases of beer. All my Christmas experiences are far away from remembering Jesus Christ and i don’t blame myself for it. To me a Christmas day is similar to a women’s day, another holiday or a day off from work. I still don’t understand why a religious day should be a public holiday for we don’t follow the same religion. Maybe the colonizers haven’t taught me enough to understand the value of Christmas day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Religion is something that you just have to take on faith for there is no evidence to justify what is written. You got to just take it on faith that Jonas lived inside the shark. You got to take it on faith that the earth was created in six days. The only existing evidence is a bible that was written by those who had a pen and a paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“The Lord looked with favour on Abel and his offering but on Cain and his offering he did not look with favour”.&lt;/em&gt; Not my God. The bible has been sold to be so legit to the point where people cannot even correct some of the spelling errors on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People have been taught not to question history and the consequence of that has been very fatal. Some annually nails each other on the cross to mark the death of Jesus Christ. Some die every day in suicide bombings to fulfil the history prophecy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My black history is missing a lot of information to the point where I am not even sure of our new year’s day. It’s being written so late without any witnesses so it’s going to be another story that people should just take on faith. Faith is determined by the amount of evidence and logicality of the story so less evidence, poor faith. Also don’t just allow your life to be guided by what’s written because there is a very high chance that the author was high on drugs or weed, hence you are struggling to fulfil the prophecy or to live as advised. Or you would find that the author interrogated the wrong witnesses. You would also be depriving other historians of new content by not living your own life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From today I am giving you permission to question history for it was written by those who had a pen and a paper. Their justification for the truth of their stories is hard to believe for the content was written from personal perspective or was sourced from the wrong witnesses. By the way, a bible is also a history book, just for those who didn’t know. All i can say is that it's hard to live down here as a righteous man for you get the be judged by the history and fantasy standards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History is written by those who have a pen and paper. Those who didn’t document their history are left with nothing but to live by the history of those who had a pen and a paper.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254059247677353095-3120520867695065228?l=makungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/feeds/3120520867695065228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2009/10/history-is-written-by-those-who-have.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/3120520867695065228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/3120520867695065228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2009/10/history-is-written-by-those-who-have.html' title='History is written by those who have a pen and a paper'/><author><name>Word Portal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954514760296839254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254059247677353095.post-6403128898684090297</id><published>2009-09-29T07:10:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T08:39:14.584+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Loeries 2009</title><content type='html'>When i blogged about my intention of winning the Soweto Marathon this year, i promised i would quit alcohol a month before the race. The initial idea was to quit beverage two months before the race but that was clashing with the Loeries. Now from the 1st of October to the 1st of November no alcohol for Lufuno. I can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flying to Cape Town it’s about 1hr30minutes but for me and my fellows at Ogilvy JHB, it took us more than 24hrs to get there for we took a shosholoza myl. As a former full time train user, i was not very excited about the idea of Shosholoza myl for i would take a nap or two just travelling from Park Station to Florida. I would be honest to say that for me going to Cape Town was more of a vacation than attending the Loeries. I wanted to see Cape Town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The train trip to Cape Town was transformed into the pre-loerie party and to cut the long story short, it was my best train experience. I realized that those naps from Park Station to Florida were due to lack of good company, and not forgetting lack of beverage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left Jozi Wednesday morning and arrived in Cape Town Thursday afternoon. I didn’t sleep in the train for safety reasons. The two heaviest guys in my coach decided to sleep on the top beds and i just felt that it was not safe for me to sleep on the bottom bed. The two guys were relaxed to the fullest and all my effort of trying to get them down didn’t do anything to change their minds. What i couldn't understand was that we agreed before the train took off that it would only be fair and safe if they sleep on the bottom beds but it seems like they just couldn't resist the idea of sleep in the air. How they climb to the top beds remains a mystery but i was left stranded with no where safe to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As future parent, i need a vast life experience so i can be able to tell my kids what to do and what not to do. When we got to Cape Town, sleeping was definitely not an option. I explored Cape Town to the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was indeed a sad day. Ogilvy didn’t win much in terms of the awards but that didn’t stop us from attending the massive after party at Long Street. My MD biggest regret was not to enter the new thatch roof that was done few months ago in our office. For some reasons he thought it could have won a Grand Prix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still feel a little bit embarrassed for mistaking Mr Nkwenkwe Mkomo for a barman. It was during a short ceremony interval when Lufuno decided to go to the bar, just to find that the bar was still closed. I didn’t know Mr Mkomo so when i met an old man standing at the door entrance of the bar, i assumed it was one of the bar employees. I asked him what time was he opening the bar for i needed something to drink. He looked at me and said he was standing there just like me waiting for the bar to open. Later on during the ceremony, Festus was reading a short biography of the recipient of the life time achievement award and the recipient happened to be the man that i thought was a bartender. I remember my friend Tawana asking me to look at the podium for my barman was collecting a life time achievement award, not for his work behind the bar counter but for his achievement in the advertising industry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday afternoon was another sad day for my colleague Muzi Malinga. He decided to utilize the washing machine in the hotel and then his bag got stuck inside the machine. To my surprise, he was not worried about his bag but his R100 that was in the bag. I think i need to buy a wallet. At first i couldn't understand why was he babysitting the washing machine for everybody else was having fun and sipping some bitter beverage but Muzi was sitting closer to the washing machine with his right hand on his chin, looking a very worried man. He called the hotel management to assist opening the machine but they were of no help. Actually the washing machine didn’t jam; it just kept on washing the bag none stop. He was prepared to break the R4000 washing machine so he could get his R100. The time the machine finally opens itself (after something like four hours); Muzi’s bag was very clean but not as clean as the R100. I saw him ironing and when i got closer, it was not a t-shirt on the ironing board but the R100. He was trying to fix it and I could see the sadness in his eyes. My best advice was that he should try to use it at night or take it to the bank for value check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The idea of going to work every day doesn’t always put a smile on my face but what happened Saturday night at the Loeries ceremony awards was very touching and encouraging. Being part of the winning team is what everybody wants and being part of Ogilvy was what everybody at the ceremony wished. After winning a Grand Prix i felt like passing out, so i was kind of hard on beverage later that night. Ogilvy JHB did better than any agency and surely Muzi got a chance to smile for he was part of the Grand Prix winning team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working in a parliament may sounds very fancy but staying in a Parliament Hotel was another thing. That was not my experience but from what i have heard by the people who were fortunate enough to stay there, it was a minus star hotel. Hot water was something of a luxury.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Loeries it’s a bachelors’ paradise, though everybody always want to be a bachelor when they get there. The number of cameras around makes it inevitable not to be caught in act by one of the cameras. Not having your own camera was also a disadvantage for you end up being the most photographed person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Ogilvy JHB creative team for making this year’s Loeries one of my proudest moments in my advertising career. My brethren and sisters in the train, thank you for your good company. To David and Eliah, thank you for depriving me of my sleep in the train, that was gangster. To my very brave team (Xoli, Xabiso, Falala, Sindi, Tawana),and i mean it, who managed to look after the 12 year old 750ml Glenfiddich on Friday between 4am and 8am, that was not very good. I am still drinking a lot of water even today in a bid to dilute the 12 year old. But i must say it, that’s where i had some of my best times. To my colleagues who were deployed to Parliament Hotel, i hope you enjoyed it comrades. To my brother Kamohelo, keep up the good work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254059247677353095-6403128898684090297?l=makungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/feeds/6403128898684090297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2009/09/loeries-2009.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/6403128898684090297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/6403128898684090297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2009/09/loeries-2009.html' title='Loeries 2009'/><author><name>Word Portal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954514760296839254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254059247677353095.post-2348462372311663248</id><published>2009-09-18T07:53:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T21:02:17.299+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye yesterday</title><content type='html'>I am breaking down the walls, just to go a little bit further. I am jumping the fence, just to go a little bit further. I have seen wickedness beyond compare. I have seen poverty beyond compare. I have seen brutal crime without punishment. I couldn’t stand the sight of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t contain my anger anymore and was about to explode. I was no longer sure of my thoughts for my mind has been tempered with. It was raining tears. It was raining blood. Wickedness of humankind. These shepherds of life. Lord is my shepherd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fear of yesterday is reflected by our level of cautiousness when approaching today and tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday has been the burden for too long. It controls today and tomorrow. It conspires to the advantage of the wicked. It conspires against the weak hearts. It reminds them of itself. They sleep to wake up yesterday. It is their horizon of today and tomorrow. They do everything reference to yesterday. How was your yesterday? How bad was it? Was it bad enough? How good was it? Was it good enough? How long was it? Was it long enough? How satisfying was it? Was it satisfying enough? How discouraging was it? How inspiring was it? How scary was it? How stupid was it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am here and I don’t remember being here before. I don’t know the colour of my skin. I have forgotten the rules of the system. The reborn of the outlaw. I cannot see myself in the mirror. I cannot measure my weight. I feel a little bit taller, but sometimes shorter. I am gaining weight, but still look small. I am falling in love again, it is just worth sharing. I am nervous for i have lost my sense of judgement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am yet to say a word to the most high, for he can see every single move. No treasure above my existence. The rebirth of the God elect, with an adult brain. It feels so wonderful. I like the smell. The texture of the leaf. The blue sky. The green forest. The taste of the water. I don’t know my limitations. I can see beyond the horizons. I don’t know my name. I need an interpreter of my own language. I speak in tongues. I cannot hear myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get out of the way, for i cannot see you. No title above my image. My clock doesn't have a second, a minute, and an hour. It’s a day and night. I am missing a week, a month, and a year. It’s a day and night. It’s dark and sunshine. I don’t know how long my day is. It’s a reborn of the elect, so goodbye yesterday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254059247677353095-2348462372311663248?l=makungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/feeds/2348462372311663248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2009/09/goodbye-yesterday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/2348462372311663248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/2348462372311663248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2009/09/goodbye-yesterday.html' title='Goodbye yesterday'/><author><name>Word Portal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954514760296839254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254059247677353095.post-5157382411916544868</id><published>2009-09-17T07:40:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T10:02:33.685+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Off sick, need a painkiller</title><content type='html'>After few drinks last night, I woke up this morning feeling a bit of a pain. I was like, hey, that's not very good. I thought of painkillers but quickly rejected the idea. 45 minutes later I was OK, free of pain and on my way to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever realized that new research always prove the old one wrong. There is a new improved version of everything every single day. This has been happening for years and it will continue as long as we live. There are new improved medicines everyday. Its a simple testimony that doctors don’t heal diseases but control them. Now there is one way of controlling disease that scare the hell out of me, painkiller pills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure you all know how Michael Jackson died. He died free of pain for he was taking painkillers every single day of his life. He had been sick for years before his death but painkiller pills gave him all the wrong impressions of being fine and healthy to the point where he even thought he could perform 50 concerts in three months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day my cousin woke up with his tooth on his pillow. The tooth had been paining but instead of removing it, he decided to take painkiller pills in a bid to keep the tooth. Seven months down the line the tooth finally fell off on its own for painkiller pills were not healing but just getting rid of pain while the tooth infection was going deep to even affect other teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pain is a very normal thing and we all have to through it. If you fall off the steps, you will surely feel the pain and you don’t need any pain treatment unless you broke your bone. The amount of pain you would feel gives you a clear indication of the extent of your injury. Painkillers will give you the impression of being OK when you are sick close to death. I am sure you have heard of people who were fit and healthy the previous day and then they woke up dead the next day. Most of those people were taking painkillers and then forgot that they were sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Painkiller pills are dangerous because the fact that you are not feeling any pain means you are more likely to engage in activities that may kill you. If you have a heart pain and decide to take painkiller pills, you are more likely to end up playing football and one tackle you are down for good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you body pains for its tired, meaning all you need is rest not painkillers. Even a heart pain doesn’t need painkillers. Painkillers will only give impressions of being healthy and that it's all good when you are actually dieing. Pain it’s sometimes a sign of a disease and it doesn’t really need any treatment, what require treatment its a disease itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now from today please don’t take any painkiller pills. If you are feeling pain just sit down and rest and the pain will go away. You don't just feel pain, there is always a cause. You would feel pain because you were carrying heavy stuff. You would feel pain because you were working hard. That is a temporary pain and if you take painkillers, you are more likely to continue working and then end up killing yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Painkiller pills companies are in a business of helping people die free of pain. The risk is that life free of pain when you are actually sick means you are more likely to die even faster for you would forget that you are sick.&lt;br /&gt;When a doctor gives you painkillers, first ask him what he is trying to achieve.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254059247677353095-5157382411916544868?l=makungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/feeds/5157382411916544868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2009/09/off-sick-need-painkiller.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/5157382411916544868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/5157382411916544868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2009/09/off-sick-need-painkiller.html' title='Off sick, need a painkiller'/><author><name>Word Portal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954514760296839254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254059247677353095.post-5567574928664571693</id><published>2009-09-07T07:24:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T08:45:24.962+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I wanna talk to God</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Because you listened to your wife and ate from the tree about which I commanded you must not eat, by the sweat of your brow you will eat your food until you return to the ground.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand Adam was not expecting any punishment after eating from the tree of knowledge for according to him he was not at fault but God was like, nigga, you fucked up too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam and Eve were just unfortunate to be the first people on the planet (according to the King James bible) but the fact of the matter is that I was gonna eat from that tree too, serpent or no serpent. The serpent just put itself in the mix but the fact is that it was just a matter of time until Adam and Eve gets tempted, meaning the whole situation was unavoidable. It was called the tree of knowledge, and that on itself was very tempting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I think our generation is very unfortunate that God doesn’t verbally talk to people anymore. Given the challenges of the modern life, talking to God one on one was going to be very helpful. I have been lost so many times and I am fed up with this guessing life. Zimbabweans really need to talk to God about how to get rid of Mugabe. South Africans really need to talk to God about the cure for Aids. Americans really need to talk to God about recession and Osama Bin Laden. Iraqis need to talk to God about war in Iraq. Afghans need to talk to God about war in Afghanistan. Children of Israel need to talk to God. I need to talk to God about, uh, a lot of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God continued to talk to his people even after Babel, meaning the language was never a barrier. God can speak a fluent Venda, Zulu and Chinese. I can just imagine the voice of God saying, Ndi matsheloni Lufuno. I would love to hear that. I somehow think God can sense this desperation of everybody wanting to talk to him but he just decided to chill and not talk to anybody. I have lost my money inside the house and I need somebody tell me where it is. I need to talk to God about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And God said, let there be light. Yes, the bible even talks about situations where God was talking to himself and I am very curious on how human beings got access to such personal information. Remember that the time God said "let there be light" it was before Adam was created, meaning there was nobody by then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone are the days when God use to talk to people. Now we are stuck with middlemen in the form of prophets and whether they are lying or telling truth only God knows. Now he only comes in a form a spirit and you still have to guess if it’s him. Adam, Abraham, Noah, Moses, Jacob, David, just to mention few of the people who actually had one on one with the most high. Imagine the voice of God telling you what to and what not to do, I mean you would really have to do the right thing. I wouldn’t dare defy the voice of the almighty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing about human beings is that they never tell stories in their original form so you have to be very rational before believing anything. How true is the fact that God use to verbally talk to people and why doesn't he talk anymore? There is a situation in the bible where he had a long conversation with Moses about the Israelites’ rescue plan from Egypt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In church you hear the voices of people screaming to God to answer to their problems. Some even in tears, hoping for the almighty to say a word. Some speaking in tongues, some fasting for days to show their commitment. Some giving away their last few cents but God is yet to show interest. I mean God doesn't need you money but your pastor do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe God has just realized that this generation is full of smarties who claim to know everything. Like what happened in the Garden of Eden, everybody is at fault. God is not talking to anybody and there is also no evidence that he use to. Zimbabweans should just deal with Mugabe on their own. The Americans should just search for Bin Laden on their own. Iraqis and Afghans should just deal with the Americans on their own. Very sad indeed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254059247677353095-5567574928664571693?l=makungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/feeds/5567574928664571693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-wanna-talk-to-god.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/5567574928664571693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/5567574928664571693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-wanna-talk-to-god.html' title='I wanna talk to God'/><author><name>Word Portal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954514760296839254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254059247677353095.post-8565931626158572365</id><published>2009-09-04T07:13:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T07:32:44.398+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I want not myself</title><content type='html'>I want not myself for I cannot be what I want. Somebody got to die for my sins. Somebody got to be jailed for my crime. I have a picture in mind of what I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is murder every day, divorce every day, wickedness of human kind at its worse. This is not because some of us are better than others but it is because we are all the same. I cheat but I don’t want no cheat, and I’m prepared to punish the cheats. I am a criminal but I don’t want no criminal in my life. I am a liar but I want no liar in my life. I am short tempered but I want a very patient person in my life. I am not a perfect individual but I want a perfect individual. Then what do we do if I cannot give what I want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot see the liar in me but I tell a liar from miles away. I cannot see a cheat in me but I can tell a cheat from miles away. I cannot see a criminal in me but I can tell a criminal from miles away. I cannot see an idiot in me but I can tell an idiot from miles away. I cannot see my mistakes but I can see somebody’s fuck up from miles away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mystery of living. I hate you but I cannot live without you. You have done me wrong but I still want you, though I hate you for the wrong that you have done. I want to forgive you but I cannot help thinking about the wrong that you did. I have done you wrong previously but I expect you to forgive me, though I cannot forgive you for the wrong that you have done. I know I shouldn’t have done that but please let’s move on. I am not fully what you want and you are not fully what I want, though I still wanna be with you. Please try to be what I want you to be, though I cannot be what you want me to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have previously lied to me and I suspect you are lying again. You have previously cheated on me and I suspect you are cheating again. I want you but I cannot forget the past, making it difficult for me to forgive you. I cannot imagine life without you. I cannot imagine you with somebody else but I hate you. I don’t want you to go for I need you, though I hate you for what you have done to me. I have done you wrong before but I expect you to forgive and forget about it. You have done me wrong but I cannot forgive and forget, though I won’t let you go either. Take me for who I am but please try to be what I want you to be, though I cannot be what you want me to be. I don’t want you to leave me but please change for me, though I don’t want to change myself for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A criminal wishing for a crime free nation but he the only criminal. A cheat wishing for a free cheat world but he the only cheat. A liar wishing for a free lie country but he the only liar. A gangster wishing for a free gangster life but he the only gangster. If you are a criminal, why can’t we all be criminals? If you are a cheat, why can’t we all be cheats? If you are a liar, why can’t we all be liars and get along? Liars don’t get along with other liars, the same with criminals, and the same with cheats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell in love with a criminal and I cannot leave him/her, though I hate him/her. I fell in love with the master cheat and I cannot leave him/her, though I hate him/her. I cannot see through myself but I am sure that I am not at fault. I will cut off your balls for not being the man that I want you to be, though I am not the woman that you want. I will shoot you for not being the woman that I want you to be, though I am not the man that you want. I will kill you if you don’t stop your criminal activities for I love you and I don’t want to leave you. I will kill you if you don’t stop cheating for I love you and I cannot leave you. I know I’m bad as well but I want you to understand, though I want you to change. Murder in the name of love. Wickedness in the name of love. I will break up if you go broke. We are all trying to achieve happiness through others, though we can’t put smiles on other people’s faces ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You all know what you want in life and the fact is that the person that you want is not yourself. You know you are a cheat but you don’t want a cheat. You know you are a liar but you don’t want a liar. You know you are not clean but you don’t want a dirty person. You are not perfect but you are looking for the perfect one. You know that you are not good looking but you are looking for a beauty queen/king. You know you are a broke ass but you are looking for a rich partner. You wish for other people’s success for you don’t want to go through the pain that comes with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot get this right by myself so please get it right for me or I punish you for not getting it right. I cannot cook but I demand food on the table. Love me for who I am or I kill you. Take me for whole I am or I pour you with hot water. Make me feel like a king/queen. Make me feel special. Be the best lover. These are my terms and conditions, but don’t tell me yours. Just be what I want and I will tell you how to be what I want.&lt;br /&gt;I cannot be what you want me to be for I am exactly like you, though I don't want you to be like me. We are the same and all searching for the same thing but not from ourselves. Because of that, you want not yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254059247677353095-8565931626158572365?l=makungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/feeds/8565931626158572365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-want-not-myself.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/8565931626158572365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/8565931626158572365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-want-not-myself.html' title='I want not myself'/><author><name>Word Portal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954514760296839254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254059247677353095.post-3986415101747949375</id><published>2009-08-31T07:21:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T09:05:29.871+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Community still united</title><content type='html'>Last week Friday I missed a nice party for a funeral in Venda. Don’t even try to look surprised at my disappointment for if you too had to choose between having fun and attending a funeral, you would think about it. But hey, Venda was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first I felt like an adult at home. I was part of almost every elders meeting and that was something I never expected. I am not bragging about it, but traditionally you would have to be a married person to be taken seriously. As single man your status will remain that of a child as long as you are single and your views would always be classified as lacking second opinion, which comes in a form of a wife. Me being involved was a sign of the tribe moving forward. So now I am finally a board member and I can argue against anybody in the family regardless of their age or marital status.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The highlight of the trip was the actual funeral ceremony and I just had to share this. When I got home I was told that there are other two funerals happening at the same time and at the same cemetery. Then I was expecting a Soweto kind of funeral where each family goes to the cemetery with its own pastor and its own group of mourners, with absolutely no care whatsoever of what the other family in the next pit are up to. I was surprised to see all the mourners from all three families circling around the three graves, but everybody else looked cool, a sign that I haven’t attended a funeral in Venda in a long time. Then the MC came out and made an announcement that put a smile on my face (at the funeral).&lt;br /&gt;She said that the three families has made an agreement that since all three funerals are taking place at the same cemetery and at same time, they have agreed to make it a one funeral ceremony. That meant the same pastor and same MC conducting all three funerals at the same time. The coffins went down at the same; people were singing the same tunes, celebrating the lives of their lost ones in the spirit of ubuntu. The only difference was the family representatives and family announcements. I felt so proud and so good inside, and the fact that all the deceased were older people (only one was 62, the other two in their 80s) made the mood around even soul healing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was my first time in my homeland where there were three funerals happening at the same time and at the same cemetery, though I know some of you are used to cemeteries where there are twenty funerals happening at the same time, which might as well justifies why Soweto funerals are done in a capitalist way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My trip back to Jozi was a complete opposite. A stop at the Tshakuma market is always bound to create chaos. One person run to us with avocados and bananas, then another person run to the same car with the same fruits. The capitalist system has brought with it a very competitive way of doing business and the same business practice are now being applied in a social level. I have seen people who don’t own bank accounts queuing inside the bank and selling their positions for money. I mean there is nothing to justify such behaviour for if that none banker wasn’t standing at the queue, there was not going to be any long queue in the bank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the three graves were next to each other to the point where there was no way you could separate the ceremonies. In the modern life, the first family to arrive at the cemetery was more likely to sell the rights for combining the funeral ceremonies. But that didn’t happen in Venda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beyond all the social challenges and recession, there is a community united somewhere in Venda and I am proud to say it’s in my place of birth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254059247677353095-3986415101747949375?l=makungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/feeds/3986415101747949375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2009/08/community-still-united.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/3986415101747949375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/3986415101747949375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2009/08/community-still-united.html' title='Community still united'/><author><name>Word Portal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954514760296839254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254059247677353095.post-3621582395167712392</id><published>2009-08-27T08:12:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T09:14:37.888+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I’m just a dread with no dreads</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;For the hills, the mountains, the birds, the rivers, and every God creation, thanks and praises to the most high. No imitation of my spiritual extravaganza. I am the elect of God for not everybody has arrived. The special one. It was a lovely Sunday, blue sky and weather perfect for my morning running. Few kilometres down the line it felt so good I didn’t want to stop, until my legs couldn’t move forward. By then I was in North West, but didn’t know until Monday. They call it Hartbeespoort dam. I thought it was just after Diepsloot for I always see the road sign when am in Diepsloot. I decided to follow the road sign but was surprised that it was taking too long to get to the end of it. What a dummy. I kept on going but I started feeling kind of lost, though the sign was still pointing forward. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;I kept going and getting more tired. I started seeing mountains but with no sign of a dam and no sign of a residential area but lodges. I felt I was getting closer but I wasn’t, going back was just equally far or more. I kept on going and getting more tired. I got to the first garage maybe after 40km of running. I was tired, thirsty, and hungry, though the latter wasn’t much of a problem. I stopped at the garage for a water refill and then continued running forward. I started getting worried about how to get back home but it was too little too late for I was closer to my destination. On top of the hill I saw the dam but didn’t feel any relief for I had a bigger challenge ahead of me which was running back home. With my running kit and no cash at all, the only other alternative way back home was walking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;I run to the garage for another refill and then started running back. Running to North West the sun was behind me, running back to Joburg the sun was behind me. My Sunday was gone but not wasted. Running back was no longer part of the training but chasing time so I could get home before dark. I was forced to do more walking than running but still free of injury. I started feeling more hunger than thirst. Every metre felt like a kilometre, but kept on. I contained all the pain and strain on my muscles. I call it the spirit of Masada. No retreat no surrender. Opening the gate felt like the return of the lost sheep. Water felt so delicious. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Then what was that for? I wish I could tell. Niggas with attitude always learn the hard way for they don’t know their limits. I shall keep a distance from myself. I am not sure of my thoughts for my mind has been tempered with. Wait a minute, yes; I want to touch the fire so I know that it burns. I want to jump to see how close I could touch the sky. It’s a fresh feeling from within, expressed physically and mentally, in a manner beyond compare. The rational minded. Hold on a second, I’m just a dread with no dreads.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;This is the first post of the dread with no dreads. This one is called JHB to NW.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It’s about free thinking and free spirit. It’s about being yourself and only yourself. It’s about life with no reference. It’s about breathing at your own pace, talking at your own pace, signing your own tunes, running at your own pace, and living at your own pace. It’s about you as the first point of contact. At the end of the day, I’m just a dread with no dreads. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254059247677353095-3621582395167712392?l=makungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/feeds/3621582395167712392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-just-dread-with-no-dreads.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/3621582395167712392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/3621582395167712392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-just-dread-with-no-dreads.html' title='I’m just a dread with no dreads'/><author><name>Word Portal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954514760296839254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254059247677353095.post-7194528433498237154</id><published>2009-08-23T22:17:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T09:26:21.578+02:00</updated><title type='text'>2010 fantasy</title><content type='html'>It almost feels like a joke that the soccer world cup is less than a year away. Most South Africans had big dreams for 2010 and many cannot even realize how soon their dreams are about to expire. Some they told themselves that they would have big houses and fancy cars, some they would get married, and other sort of dreams that you can think of. I also had a 2010 dream. I thought I would be married, and guess what; I broke up with my girlfriend a year and few months before the world cup. Not very encouraging indeed. I had an image of myself as a family man, with a child or two. Here I am, very single and not even thinking of getting married at this moment. But hold on, if I didn't used the world cup as a milestone for my married dream, maybe I would have been married by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People should set their dreams based on the amount of time and effort required to achieve those dreams rather than using certain events like the world cup or the Olympics. South Africans were so excited about 2010 that they thought all the years towards the event would be very productive. They had the image of the tournament bring all kinds of opportunities to everyone. 2010 is about to become a thing of the past and most of those dreams are yet to get off the ground. Life is still pretty much the same for most South Africans, if not worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, South Africa winning the rights to host the soccer world cup was not very different from the time won the rights to host the cricket world cup. To a miner, 2010 means nothing in terms of bringing opportunities. To a school teacher, 2010 means nothing in terms of bringing more opportunities. To a security guard, 2010 only mean more work for the same salary. To most ordinary South Africans, 2010 means nothing since most won’t even be able afford to watch a game. To hotel owners, 2010 means a lot. To the transport industry, 2010 means a lot. To the construction industry, 2010 means a lot. Now let’s go back to the dreams and check their relation with the world cup. If your dream was to get married, i don't understand where does that link to the world cup, unless you want to marry one of the oversees’ fans. If your dream was to buy a house, what does that has to do with the world cup? If your dream was to start your own company, what does that has to do with the world cup?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For obvious reasons, I would allow you to blame the world cup for failing to achieve some of your dreams. Certain events have a tendency of creating this illusion of everything going fine, and the past events haven’t brought much learning. When you think of the world cup, you even see yourself leasing your apartment to foreign soccer fans. But I can tell you that during the world cup you will still be wishing the same thing. You see yourself owning hotels and buses transporting people to and from the stadiums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know we all had 2010 dreams or fantasies and it’s sad that this post also serve as reminder to those of you who forgot that you had 2010 dreams. Some of those dreams could have been achieved long ago but they were waiting for the world cup, though I think you still have a bit of time. Come 2010, a nanny will still be a nanny and a teacher will still be a teacher. Even worse, some people will still be looking for jobs in 2010. Some will even lose their jobs during the world cup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all of you (including myself) who are about to miss the 2010 deadline, no need to panic for SARU is bidding for the rights to host the rugby world cup. Another milestone for your dreams.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254059247677353095-7194528433498237154?l=makungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/feeds/7194528433498237154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2009/08/2010-fantasy.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/7194528433498237154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/7194528433498237154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2009/08/2010-fantasy.html' title='2010 fantasy'/><author><name>Word Portal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954514760296839254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254059247677353095.post-4916080136453783564</id><published>2009-08-20T22:28:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T09:05:51.434+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Still perceived inferior potential</title><content type='html'>First it was a blade runner, now it's Caster Semenya. While women are trying so hard to convince the world that they are equally capable as men, the IAAF still believes that women are less capable. The gender verification on Caster Semenya was done on the basis of her capability and talent, and her looks became a secondary concern that maybe she is not of a female sex. If she took the last position there was not going to be any gender verification so what's the fuss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This controversy has raised so many issues to the point where I got confused in terms of what constitute man and woman. Yes, there is a difference between gender and sex. Gender is psychological and sex is biological, which also shed some light why there are gays and lesbians. The question is what are you supposed to be in order to qualify to participate in the woman’s race? According to the IAAF, for you to run the woman race you must be of a female sex. A person can have male sex but female gender, of which that is what they are suspecting Semenya. This means your private parts do not determine your sex but your gender, though I am not sure if that is how God identifies us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I fully understand the gender and sex part but what I find a bit insulting is that the test was done to Semenya on the basis of her performance in the women’s race. This implies that the male sex is more capable than the female sex, which is a very political incorrect assumption by the IAAF. I don’t think any of the IAAF male officials could have run a better time than those ladies who participated in the 800m. The testing was done and I saw the medal ceremony yesterday, meaning the results came out in favour of Caster Semenya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since your genitals do not determines your sex, I think they should be sex verification for Bolt as his performance is kind of superhuman. Winning 100m in 9.58 seconds and 200m in 19.19 it's magical. You may find that he is an animal. Everybody has been talking about how fast Bolt is and I was expecting the same crowd to do the same for Semenya. Instead of applauding her, they are questioning every single part of her body. Semenya is just equally unbeatable as Usain Bolt and that's very normal in sports. There is no need to undress her and all other kinds of bullsh* that the IAAF has been doing. The results are out and she is a woman so keepyour rubbish comments to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also want to know what initiated the test. If Semenya was tested on the basis that she doesn’t look all female, the fact is that she is not alone in that category. Veronica Campbell and Ferguson facial looks are far away from female. Actually, more 90% of female runners don't have female facial looks. Yes, it's true and they have not been tested. If it was her performance then it was still wrong for there is no proof that women cannot run faster than men. If it was because somebody protested, what evidence did they provide to justify the test? How does the IAAF know that the rest of the ladies who participated are of female sex if the test was never done to everybody? This was a very unfair call by the IAAF and it shows that women are still regarded inferior and less capable in sports. Though the less capable part may be partially true, it should still be determined by the actual performance and Semenya's performance was a testimony that maybe we are equally capable in everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caster Semenya is just too good and she is not alone. Usain Bolt has the same advantage as Semenya in the men’s race but it’s regarded as normal. Michael Schumacher had the same advantage in formula1. Mohammed Ali had the same advantage in boxing. I can tell that the Americans and Europeans do not care whether Semenya is of male sex or female sex, all they care about is the gold medal. I also don't caren whether she is a man or a woman, all I care about is that she won gold for the country. I mean, we rarely win anything so i have no time to question her sexual status. I am very glad that she won and I see her kicking more butts in the next Olympics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt sad when I was reading another article and someone referred to Caster Semenya as Carter. The world must just relax and leave our girl alone. Well done to Caster and keep up the good work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254059247677353095-4916080136453783564?l=makungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/feeds/4916080136453783564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2009/08/still-perceived-inferior-potential.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/4916080136453783564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/4916080136453783564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2009/08/still-perceived-inferior-potential.html' title='Still perceived inferior potential'/><author><name>Word Portal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954514760296839254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254059247677353095.post-452666642851568381</id><published>2009-08-18T23:38:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T09:38:04.008+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Get off the chair</title><content type='html'>Every day at work I see people dragging their chairs to the printers instead of walking to the printers. For some reasons they just cannot get off those chairs. I see them stretching their necks trying to communicate to their colleagues sitting nearby instead of walking to them. For some reasons they just cannot get off those chairs. I hear them screaming to each from a distance instead of walking to each other. For some reasons they just cannot get off those chairs. I see them going in and out of work with bags full of papers. For some reasons they just cannot leave those papers behind. I see them fighting for 3G cards so they can work at home. For some reasons they just cannot leave those 3G cards behind. It gives them all kinds of stresses and diseases but at the end of the day they call it passion and dedication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see them slipping and falling off the steps trying to chase time. Why chase the time of the most high, these sons of men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many things that we are now so much use to that are not normal but we cannot even see that anymore. I have just realized that for the past 22 years I have only been in control of the maximum of two days a week. Monday to Friday has always been about taking instructions and trying to adjust. After so many years you would expect that waking early in the morning would be a piece of cookie but hey, its just getting worse. This is a testimony that a human body is not a machine. You cannot set your body to operate in the same way forever. I have seen people falling without being pushed for their bodies couldn't it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question, how often do you feel like going to work? Please don’t answer for your boss won’t be very happy about it. The fact is that the way we are living is not the way we want to live. Out of seven beautiful days, one busted decided that two would be enough for us to enjoy luxury of life. Oh God, it’s even worse for those of you goes to church on Sunday. You body just turns into a permanent state of confusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though we only have two days a week for ourselves, people have decided to make their office hours even worse. They hardly take lunch, though lunch time is allocated. They get to work an hour earlier. They leave their workplace two hours later. In most companies you will find that all the office chairs have wheels. Those wheels were not installed for your comfort but to speed up the production process. It’s faster dragging your chair to the printer than you having to walk there for you are more likely to think of something else while standing next to the printer, something that may take your mind off work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I cannot stand in the morning is my emails. I am even thinking of asking my IT department to change the colour of unread emails for every time I see that red I feel like I can just vanish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watch people driving to work every morning, looking tired and their faces looking like they are coming from work. Question, how often do you feel like waking up at 6am in the morning? Please don’t answer for you will be late for work tomorrow. All those mistakes and other mess up at work doesn’t mean you are lazy or incompetent, it’s just a sign that you are not living they way you are supposed to. Imagine if someone tells you how to breathe and that you should breathe like that for the rest of your life. Surely you will choke with a minute. For you to survive you need to vary your breathing pace. Now it has been Monday to Friday, 8am to 5pm for the last 20 years and your body just cannot take it anymore. That’s why people are dying young. That’s why they can even tell you when you will die for you are living a uniform life and it's easier to measure your life span.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working is good and we all need to work so we can survive. The thing is our bodies are getting less effective for they are mandated to operate in a certain, whether we like it or not. Even when you feel like not working you are still expected to honour the fixture, using the same body that is not in the mood. You cannot rest when you feel like. Your morning alarm operates you like a remote control. I call it a permanent state of mental slavery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this post is not doing any justice but depressing you even more. Now just get off that chair for a minute and have a good look at it. Ask yourself who is in charge between you and the chair. Think back to find out how long the chair has been in control. Ask yourself why. Remember that the chair is a dead item and you are a living creator. Look at every non living item in the office that is controlling your entire life and ask yourself why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, i am no exception. Very sad indeed. I didn't know I was in until this age. I am not sure if I am fighting out or trying to fit in. I am out of here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254059247677353095-452666642851568381?l=makungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/feeds/452666642851568381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2009/08/get-off-chair.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/452666642851568381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/452666642851568381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2009/08/get-off-chair.html' title='Get off the chair'/><author><name>Word Portal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954514760296839254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254059247677353095.post-9134934438380707817</id><published>2009-08-16T22:41:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T23:33:39.118+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Dreamer</title><content type='html'>I don’t remember the last time I watched a scary movie for I don’t like to be scared. When you go to bed, you don’t just sleep straight way and the latest memories of the day are bound to be your lullaby. So I don’t see myself catching some sleep thinking about snakes and ghosts that I watched during the day. I hate nightmares with passion and if I happen to have one, that part of my brain won’t be refreshed for weeks or months. The brother doesn’t like nasty dreams, not that he is a coward but he just like to be in control of his dreams. I like to be actively involved during the dreaming process, which doesn’t happen when you are dreaming in your sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People have so much respect and fear of night dreams and I don’t understand why. First, most of those dreams don’t make sense and they always require some kind of further explanation to put some logic on them. Different people will give different interpretation for the same dream. Let’s say you dreamt jumping down from the sky, I can tell that means you will do sky diving or some bungee jumping at least one in your life. Go and asks your grand mom about the same dream, she will scare the hell out of you. She will tell that she had the same when she was your age and someone died or something of that sort. Imagine how scary that is for a dream. You are not even asking yourself how got to the sky but just interested on the meaning of the dream. Imagine dreaming about someone chasing you and you wake up before they catch you. First you don’t know who was chasing you, second they didn’t catch you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do a lot of dreaming but in a broad daylight. At night I prefer a peaceful sleep free of dreams, either bad or good. During the day I even brainstorm some of my dreams. Some of my dreams require a pen and a piece of paper. Some they require a PC and a colour printer. Some they require a couple of friends and a few drinks. Some they require me to do some talking and few gestures. Some they require an eraser to put them closer to perfection. All those benefits are exclusive to day dreamers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget about nightmares and fantasy dreams for it doesn’t get further than scaring you or giving you useless hopes. If you got to sleep and dream of a dead rat, I can tell you that the interpretation for that dream is not far away from a dead rat for it’s a dead dream.&lt;br /&gt;I think I had a dream Sunday night as well. It was, uh, I dreamt of Usain Bolt winning the 100m finals on record time in Berlin. Yes he won it; I watched the race on Sunday before I went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all of you who prefers dreaming in a broad daylight, i will send a invite for a dreaming session. To all of you who prefers dreaming in your sleep, just take a nap during lunch time maybe something would come up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254059247677353095-9134934438380707817?l=makungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/feeds/9134934438380707817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-dreamer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/9134934438380707817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/9134934438380707817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-dreamer.html' title='Day Dreamer'/><author><name>Word Portal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954514760296839254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254059247677353095.post-6236287780941040190</id><published>2009-08-13T21:39:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T08:21:04.238+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Another try</title><content type='html'>The toughest challenge in this life is not knowing what to do but knowing how to do it. You never know how to do it until the day you do it. If you think you know how to do it, a small setback is more likely to kill your confident for good. You only realize that you didn't know anything when you fail to get it right first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st of November is another Soweto Marathon and I can feel the victory in my blood. The race is usually won in 2 hrs 30 minutes and so far my best time is 4hrs, meaning I am just 1hr 30minutes away from the victory. I know my friends are getting tired of this public commitment for so far it has all been talk with a performance far away from victory, but this year I will do things a little bit different. If I stop consumption of alcohol at least a month before the race it would improve my running time by at least 30 minutes, cutting my 42.2km running time down to 3hrs 30minutes, which would bring me to about an hour away from the victory.&lt;br /&gt;I get running tips everyday from the Australian running coach David Styles and I am yet to apply one of those tips. He is too much of a coach than a runner so he must just chill for I don’t his training methods fits my lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good thing about Soweto Marathon is that you can always catch a cab if things are not working out as planned so I am not very much worried about attempting 3minutes a km pace for the entire race. Soweto fans are very supportive so with their support I could run 30 minutes better, cutting my 42.2km to at least 30minutes away from the victory. I wrote the last line with a smile and don’t ask me why. Can you believe it, I am 30minutes away from the victory. Now all I need to do is to increase my training days from two days a week to four days a week. That would definitely improve my running time by at least 30minutes, making me the first man to cross the line. Now the race is won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I want to win a Soweto Marathon one day but I am not sure if I know how to win it. The above formula looks very impressive to deliver good results and I am very confident about it. I am more confident that I will follow the above formula because that is the biggest challenge.&lt;br /&gt;Those of you who believe that I can do it please raise your hands. Yes, thank you. And you too, thank you for raising your hand in support of the brother. As I said, in Soweto you can always catch a cab if things are not working out as planned but hey, you can still make a small bet on my victory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very certain that I am not alone in this formula business. We all have our dreams that we so much want to achieve, crisis that we so much want to overcome, and love that we so much want to express and so far it has all been talk for the past what, five year? The gym cards get lost before we even get to the gym. Debts free life is very much of a fantasy. It starts small, like ignoring your washing until you have nothing to wear. Snoozing your alarm until you get late for work. Drinking alcohol until you pass out. Smoking when drink until you get addicted. It’s funny how we always hold others accountable for failing us but we rarely demand accountability for failing ourselves. I will demand accountability for failing to follow the above formula. I will demand accountability for giving up winning the Soweto Marathon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you see me by the side of the road with my running shoes on, please hoot. Please don't give up, just give it another try.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254059247677353095-6236287780941040190?l=makungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/feeds/6236287780941040190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2009/08/another-try.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/6236287780941040190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/6236287780941040190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2009/08/another-try.html' title='Another try'/><author><name>Word Portal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954514760296839254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254059247677353095.post-5260298514049824250</id><published>2009-08-10T19:08:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T08:16:18.914+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Born a parent</title><content type='html'>I checked in the dictionary for a definition of life and it says life is the ability to breathe, grow, and reproduce. I can breath quite OK so life is good. What do you think? Of course breathing is not enough to really feel alive or enjoy the goodness of life. On the contrary, the old black generation seems to be OK just to wake up, breathe, and then go to sleep, and wake another day. They have culture and tradition on their side to present them with all basic needs of living, neglecting the future of their grandchildren. From back in the days when it use to be the whole chicken for the father and nothing for everybody else in the family, nothing much has changed up to this date. So what does this mean for the poor black children? The black youth have also decided to trash their own personal dreams just to focus of amending those of their parents.&lt;br /&gt;There are millions of excuses for failure and all of them doesn’t enough strength to justify failure. Apartheid and colonisation are some of them and they are still being used by the current generation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My theory of this live is that parents have a responsibly to their children. But if you look at the African tradition, children seem to have more responsibility to their parents than their parents do have to their children.&lt;br /&gt;Looking after parents is one thing I would create an advertising campaign to promote because it’s a good thing to do. I just think there is a need to amend the clause for it doesn’t move us forward and it has also proved to be partially the root of poverty. In black community, you find children doing more of parenting. Children are paying family bonds, paying for the siblings’ school fees, buying food for the whole family, giving parents pocket money. By that time all parents do is drink and brag about how good and successful their children are. They believe that they have natural rights to the wealth of their children. I am talking about bodily fully functional parents, fit enough to run the comrades marathon but they have decided not work. Children can’t even afford to surprise their parents for what was supposed to be a surprise is what is expect from them on a monthly basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You find children as young as ten parenting. I am talking about young children who were supposed to be attending school but have been promoted to parents. They are parenting for the poverty they never created. They are parenting families of normal adults who are just not prepared to face the world. They were born parents. They were used to collect charities by the side of the road. They were taught to walk crippled to soften the hearts of the benefactors. This is a testimony of how heartless parents can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Investing on children is still very popular to the point where you need to be very rich to afford to marry an educated girl. They will tell you about all the money they spent on her, a sign that they were not doing it for her but for themselves so they can sell her on a better price. Some of the parents are even mad enough to resign from their jobs just because the son at home got a job. A month won’t go by without being reminded of all the money they spent on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels good being a responsible child but that same feeling is the one blinding us to change things a bit. Parenting your parents means you won’t have enough money to parent your own kids, meaning they will have to hustle just like you did with no guarantee of success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you work for your own children and they work for theirs, it would be painless life free of poverty. If you are just a middle class earning an average salary, working for your parents would definitely jeopardizes the future of your own children. Most of those parents have jobs paying enough money to survive. Now lets make a sacrifice just for the sake of the black future, unless you want your children to parent you as well. Children must parent at their own will, not because of the need created by lazy parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t invest in your kids but in the future of your kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254059247677353095-5260298514049824250?l=makungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/feeds/5260298514049824250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2009/08/born-parent.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/5260298514049824250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/5260298514049824250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2009/08/born-parent.html' title='Born a parent'/><author><name>Word Portal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954514760296839254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254059247677353095.post-688136359211250505</id><published>2009-08-03T21:42:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T09:36:33.879+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone are the days when animals use to speak</title><content type='html'>I was raised in a society that believed certain skills are limited to certain races and tribes. I was taught that certain things can only be done by white and certain things can only be done by blacks. My entire childhood life was wasted by a systematic way of living. Every time a black man sees something electronic, he sees a white man creation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to school was always a nightmare. All my entire primary period I was taught pure fiction, with a little bit practical learning in a form of gardening and the some woodwork, of which my performance was not very far away from Julius Malema. I couldn't make a cooking spoon. Malema's performance in woodwork was a big joke to most but the reality is that woodwork is not the easiest subject, thank God i never had to do it in matric. Don't forget that we are talking art here. The fact that you can master theory doesn't make you an artist. How many of you can make a wooden cooking spoon that cannot be confused with something else. Of course almost none. I did one in primary and nobody could recognize that it was a cooking spoon. Though i hated the uselessness of the fictitious novels, at least I was good at mastering them. The story of the hare and the lion still rings in my mind. How the hare use to con other animals like lions, and how the animals use to communicate to each other. That’s basically all I can remember from primary school, oh, and some few hidings for no apparent reason. I still have a beef with some of my primary teachers for punishment without error.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still struggling to understanding the necessity of me learning about how animals use to live and who the king of the jungle was. I am still struggling to understand why I had to be punished for failing to answer what the hare said to the baboon. For some reasons I think I deserve a refund for all the school fees that I paid. I haven’t checked the latest curriculum but I am not sure if it has been updated from learning about animal lives to something meaning and helpful to children. I am still waiting for someone to justify the animal kingdom curriculum that went on for the duration of colonisation and apartheid. It was really hard to adjust from the animal class to a maths class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I was taught how animals use to communicate, I still do not understand their language and that hasn’t even helped improving my relationship with them, more especially dogs for example. I still cannot believe that the same curriculum was carried over to the democratic South Africa after 1994. The creator of that education system knew what they were doing but I still question the sanity of those teachers who taught it for they were all blacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the early days some our parents didn’t study further than primary, meaning they graduated with only the knowledge of how the animals use to talk and cheat each other. That was not education at all but pure entertainment to teach them the colonizers language. What I also don’t understand is that Venda was an independent state but the education system was still a National Party creation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder we are job seekers, we were only taught fiction and a little bit of entertainment. That’s is why most good comedians and actors are blacks, the unintended benefits of the animal curriculum. White people still don’t understand why black people are very funny. We are funny because of the animal curriculum. Those funny stories about animals’ lives was the foundation of our entertainment industry and that's where good jokes comes from, David Kau and Shabba will tell you all about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to hell with the animal curriculum. Lets start writing novels that will add some value to the development our children. I am writing one, you must write one. Remember that Microsoft was not created by government but by ordinary individuals, and today computer is one of the biggest learning tool for students of which government is the main beneficiary. The same with Apple. Government doesn't hire entrepreneurs but politicians, who are themselves the biggest consumers. So if we don't do anything to drive change for good, don't ever think Julius Malema would even consider something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, for those who received the same primary education as me, say hi to the cats, the dogs, and the hyenas for they can hear you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254059247677353095-688136359211250505?l=makungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/feeds/688136359211250505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2009/08/gone-are-days-when-animals-use-to-speak.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/688136359211250505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/688136359211250505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2009/08/gone-are-days-when-animals-use-to-speak.html' title='Gone are the days when animals use to speak'/><author><name>Word Portal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954514760296839254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254059247677353095.post-7329139040615523710</id><published>2009-08-02T20:51:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T08:31:29.724+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Home sweet home</title><content type='html'>If you have been going through some rough time and have been thinking that this life &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;doesn&lt;/span&gt;’t worth waking up the next morning, take a taxi to town and you will think again. I took a taxi to town yesterday and I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;couldn&lt;/span&gt;’t wait to get there alive. The thing about business is that people always think if what they are aiming to achieve with less cautiousness on how to get there. Taxi drivers always think of the next load ignoring the fact that to get there they need to off load the existing one. Driving so fast chasing people that they left behind. Taking shortcuts without communicating to passengers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip to town was indeed scary but not as scary as the one back from town. When I got to the taxi rank there was a queue but the taxi was not full. The two front seats were still empty. I asked if I could get in since none of the people whom were there looked interested, and with pleasure I was allowed to legally cheat the queue. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t question why the front seats were empty but was just happy not to wait in a queue. The taxi had a sticker written “home sweet home”, so that was encouraging enough and I expected a much better trip than the one I had earlier. Few minutes after taking off I realized the driver was a very happy man and driving with a smile. I was like hey, love and peace. Minutes after some few social words with him I realized that the joy was not natural but stimulated. The man was very drunk. What scared me most was that I was more focus than he was though I was not driving and fully aware of where I was going. I tried starting a conversation but he noticed that I was faking the language and there was a constant communication breakdown. Sometimes I would just fake a smile and support it with one generic Zulu word. My Zulu is not very good for I only speak it in a taxi, though I sometimes get to be greeted in my own language. I have a very rough accent so its not that hard to notice when I am speaking any language other than &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Venda&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that he was under the influence &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t stop him from speeding. When we got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Melrose&lt;/span&gt; he showed me a spot where he said a woman was hit by a taxi and died on the scene. Few meters down the line he showed me another spot where he said a man was hit by a taxi and died on the scene. I was like (to myself) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;nigga&lt;/span&gt;, you are telling me all these scary stories and on top of that still driving like sh*t. He spoke with pride and smile of how fast and crazy taxi drivers to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Fourways&lt;/span&gt; are. He was not just drunk but also made some few calls to his buddies while I was sitting there so nervous. I so much wished there was at least two robots on the highway for he was very much enjoying the idea of relaxing his legs to the fullest. I am not sure of the exact speed he was driving on for the speedometer, as in most taxis, was not working. The speed triggered the need for me to speak strongly against the drivers who killed two people on the same road that I was driving on with the drunk driver. That &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t help much but made him more talkative to the point where I thought he would forget that he was driving. He kept on terming me with some deep Zulu words. As you already know, the trick it’s a smile and a generic Zulu word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I finally got home and you can imagine the relief. I realized how much I want to live and how good this life is. I am kind of embarrassed that it took a drunk taxi driver to remind of the value of life. Anyway that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;doesn&lt;/span&gt;’t matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pity I don’t go to church. I know pastors always ask for people who have experienced the power of God to go to the front and share with the rest of the church. Next week Sunday I was going to be the first, just to share with everyone that I saw God helping a drunken taxi driver getting me home safe. Thanks to Google for allowing me not to just share with a certain faction but with everyone.&lt;br /&gt;It’s funny how the taxi driver scared the hell out of me and I have never felt the same about all my friends who drives with me drunk on a weekly basis. God bless all the taxi drivers. And to all of you who also drink and drive, please drive safely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254059247677353095-7329139040615523710?l=makungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/feeds/7329139040615523710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2009/08/home-sweet-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/7329139040615523710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/7329139040615523710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2009/08/home-sweet-home.html' title='Home sweet home'/><author><name>Word Portal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954514760296839254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254059247677353095.post-8755041703231590315</id><published>2009-07-31T07:50:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T09:42:25.117+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Collective Conspiracy</title><content type='html'>I woke up this morning feeling not very much keen to go to work but i decided to do the right thing. I also had better reasons to go to work but i decided to join the collective. I woke up early so i also had time to write a post. This is a morning uncut and unedited version of the "Collective Conspiracy". They say no man is an island, and by the look of things I think its true. This life is hard to point where you can hardly achieve anything on your own, not even a robbery. Because of that we have so many organization formed with the aim of achieve things that cannot be achieved by a single individual. Colonization was defeated by a collective effort. Apartheid was defeated by a collective effort. Crime can also be reduced by a collective effort. Elections are won by collective effort. Heists are successful through collective effort. Inequality can also be eradicated by collective effort.&lt;br /&gt;Though they seem to be some rewards at the end of the collective tunnel, I still question the effectiveness of the collective and its value to everybody involved. People don’t always join the collective because they share the same vision but because they want to achieve their individual goals that they cannot achieve on their own. The collective rewards are never equally split among all the participants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the apartheid struggle, everybody assumed that we were all fighting for the liberation of the black man but if you look now you will realize that some people were fighting to get into the system. They were fighting to do what white people were doing to blacks. Apartheid is gone but the system remained, it is just being applied by a different race. Colonizers made money out of taking our raw materials to their home countries using cheap labour, which was largely black people. The current black elite are making money out of doing the same thing, selling our raw materials to the foreign countries, and making huge profit out of cheap labour as well. Motsepe is known as the richest black man in SA, not through social investment but through selling our raw material to foreign countries. This is a pure failure of the cause of the collective struggle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If individuals’ goals were outlined before the struggle started, there would never had been any collective for people would have realized that they were worlds apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same thing is happening where you work. Your company’s goal is not to pay you at the end of the month but to make profit, even if it means not paying you. However, you are still regarded as one team. People would like to be islands but they are just not capable, so they will convince you join them so they can achieve their goals.&lt;br /&gt;Africans were united against colonizers. Now we are divided like never before. The unity was built on the basis on a common enemy, not a common vision. Black South Africans were strongly united against apartheid. Now apartheid is gone and we are divided like never before. Our unity was on the basis of a common enemy, not a common vision. At the end of the day we blame each other for not being loyal to the movement and the cause but the fact is that people join the movement to achieve their own individual goals, not collective success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I see COSATU members chanting on the streets I always ask myself why. It’s a group of people who thinks they are fighting for a similar cause. You will find Vavi who is trying to build his political career. You will find an ordinary employee who is hoping for a salary increase. You will find some hooligans who just like chaos and as long as it involves beating up people and stealing in the name of the wage protest, there will join the strike. In most situations COSATU always demands double of what the company is offering, with a full knowledge that the company won’t give that much. If the company were offering 7%, COSATU would ask for 15%. After four weeks of striking, they settle for 8%. Looking at it the winner would always be Vavi and other COSATU leaders. They would have enjoyed four weeks of free publicity. They always put up demand that makes strike inevitable, for that’s all they want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even in sports, a team victory doesn’t mean everybody would celebrate. Some would be disappointed that they didn’t score the wining points. Though the team won but the individual would still feel like a loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The church collective is even worse; you are definitely guaranteed unequal rewards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t get me wrong, I am not against people working as a team or something of that sort. I just want people to realize that the collective is not meant to achieve a collective success. People within the collective will always have their individual goals and the reason why they are part of the collective is because they cannot achieve those goals on their own. You don’t get hired because you are unemployed but because your boss wants you to do something he cannot do by himself due to limited time or lack of skills. Companies’ goal is not to eradicate poverty and unemployment but to increase their profits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of us we are the so-called middle-class with no companies of our own. Ask yourself why you are part of the collective, what your goals are, and whether the collective is helping you achieve your individual goals. Wage strikes are testimony of people not knowing why they have joined the collective. Service delivery protests are testimony of people not being aware of where they stand within the collective. Mugabe is another example of an individual who joined the movement with his own agenda different from others. Sadam Hussein, Bush, Gadaffi, Omar Hassan Albashir, Charles Taylor, Jim Jones, Columbus, Rhodes, Botha, Hitler, the list continues. I don’t blame them but I blame you for not being cautious enough and for giving the space to bullshit you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Join the collective but don’t lose focus on your individual goals. I wonder who is your partner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254059247677353095-8755041703231590315?l=makungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/feeds/8755041703231590315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2009/07/collective-conspiracy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/8755041703231590315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/8755041703231590315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2009/07/collective-conspiracy.html' title='Collective Conspiracy'/><author><name>Word Portal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954514760296839254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254059247677353095.post-6088368900644446446</id><published>2009-07-26T21:50:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T11:06:18.822+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A pay cheque away from poverty</title><content type='html'>To those of you who are paid on the last day of the month, I know this week will be very tough and you wouldn’t mind some stimulus package, just to survive to the end week. It takes me back to one of my old posts, Pictures of my life, where our experiences mostly contributes zero to our future success and failures. This life it’s a duplication of the same experiences, either bad or good. The fact that you have failed previously doesn’t make you more cautious to avoid future failures but you are more likely to fail even bigger. We are guided by feelings and senses so we hardly have enough time to reminisce before taking most decisions. We know when we are paid and we even know the date we would get broke. We know that if the alarm doesn't ring in the morning we would be late for work. We know we would get stuck in traffic every now and then. We know we would miss client's deadline every now and then. We know all the bad things to come but don't seem to have any clue how to avoid them. It has been like this for years and it has now become a norm. Some people will even tell you that by a certain date they would be broke, as if being broke its a cool thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to my people who are in dire need of some stimulus package, I just want to tell you that you are not on your own. Its millions of us. I was thinking to myself what would happen if I don’t get paid this month. Few things are guaranteed to happen: I would not pay my rent, I would not pay my debts, I would not pay my insurances, and I would have no money for food. That’s what I call a pay cheque away from poverty. Not paying my rent would mean a risk of sleeping on the street. Not paying my debts would mean my name could be submitted to the debts collectors and even listed as a bad payer. If I don’t get that salary my whole life would be at huge risk that could take at least three months to get back to normal. I don't mind getting stuck in traffic every now and then. I can handle being late for work. I can handle missing client's deadline every now and then but I cannot handle the fact that I am a pay cheque away from poverty. Then I asked myself, how do I correct this mess because this is a risk I can’t afford to live with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know most of you are happy that you have jobs and have never imagined life without a one-month salary. All I am saying is that poverty is just around the corner and it would take just one unpaid month to drag you into a great depression of your life. Go to the bank today and check your account balance. Don’t tell how much you are left with but just tell me if it would be enough to survive you for another five weeks from today if you don’t get paid this month. Of course the answer is not very encouraging. Even more discouraging is the fact that there are people who are also waiting for a piece of that salary, meaning if it doesn’t come you are in double trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A one pay cheque controls our lives. We know its coming and we have a luxury of spending it before it comes. The fact that we usually spend it before it comes even puts us in a position that is more dangerous. It means we are always a month behind. Writing about this makes me a bit nervous. The fact is that we are a pay cheque away from poverty. Your employers are fully aware of that and they use it as an encouragement tool because they know how much you need that salary. They will tell you about how hectic things are out there and that you should value your job by working harder. Eish, i hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are fenced and deep down in the dungeon and it now feels like home. The point is that you are a pay cheque away from poverty. Don’t be scared, let’s get back to work. It’s called life in planet earth. I wonder how are they doing in Mars.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254059247677353095-6088368900644446446?l=makungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/feeds/6088368900644446446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2009/07/pay-cheque-away-from-poverty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/6088368900644446446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/6088368900644446446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2009/07/pay-cheque-away-from-poverty.html' title='A pay cheque away from poverty'/><author><name>Word Portal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954514760296839254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254059247677353095.post-6247141234823987890</id><published>2009-07-20T23:28:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T23:48:00.053+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Death wish</title><content type='html'>I got a call from Liberty Life yesterday asking me if I could make some time to meet one of their financial planners at the my work. I couldn’t understand why they wanted me to meet the financial planner for I already have a policy with them. The lady told me that they would like to explain to me some of their new products. I paused a bit and then realized that I actually do have someone I need to insure. I have made an appointment with them and the financial planner is coming to see me sometimes this week. Then I realized that there are millions of people who are insured without their knowledge and in some cases the insurers doesn’t even use the money on the funeral. I am not going to tell you what to do with the funeral policy money and if you think its an investment opportunity then go for it, but please do the right thing.&lt;br /&gt;Some people wouldn’t even mind if you give them an ID of your 90 years old grandmother. They would go and insure her with no image of her face in their heads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very happy paying for a funeral policy and I think it’s a good thing to do so we can afford to bury each other. I wonder why funerals are so expensive and welcoming a new born its so priceless. Anyway, that is not what this post is about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is one insurance policy that I hate with passion and I think whoever created it should die and be born again. The description of the policy says if you die, your family is guaranteed some millions. I love my family so much but I am not prepared to pay for an insurance policy that promises them money after I die. My death is supposed to be their loss but if there is chance of making a fortune out of it they might as well even go to church and pray for my death.&lt;br /&gt;To me paying for such insurance is a death wish and it also defeats the purpose of life. Cursed is the ground and in toil you shall eat of it. How will that happen if there is a R10 million for my head? Imagine telling your wife or son that you have a policy that will pay them R10 million if you just wake up dead, what do you think would be their reaction? The dangerous part of this life is that you don’t always live with people who loves you and there are no boxes to tick whether a person is wicked or not. Therefore, because of that you need to lead a very cautious life. Let us not pretend righteous and shy away from reality. If people can kill for free, what about for money? This is not about trust but about not leading other people into temptation. God gave life to the living for free so the fact that you have now made it expensive for other people to even breath shouldn’t be other people's problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am warning you not to bet on anybody’s death for its wicked and disgusting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254059247677353095-6247141234823987890?l=makungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/feeds/6247141234823987890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2009/07/death-wish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/6247141234823987890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/6247141234823987890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2009/07/death-wish.html' title='Death wish'/><author><name>Word Portal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954514760296839254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254059247677353095.post-2036052935188651000</id><published>2009-07-16T21:46:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T08:58:18.197+02:00</updated><title type='text'>What was your first job?</title><content type='html'>Its 21h30 and very cold, but that’s not enough to stop me from sharing this story with you. Yes, what was your first? Every time people ask me about my first job I always tell them about my third for my first job was very complicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started looking for work when I was doing my last year in Techinkon and believe me; it was hard. As the desperation grows I started exploring all kinds of opportunities available. The day that I thought I got lucky is the day that I got knocked. I was reading Job Mail and there were these dozens of career opportunities. I decided to apply for one and within two weeks I got my reply. They sent me a very impressive letter promising that I could so make much money and that the future was in my hands. There was a form to fill in your details and at bottom at the form there was a note saying you must also send back R100 to secure the job. Being a student you hardly have cash in the middle of the month so I had to borrow some cash so I could get the job.&lt;br /&gt;I sent back the form and the money. What a dummy. Two weeks down the line I got my reply again. I thought it was a scope of work but that was the last mail from them to me. The envelope contained two booklets with business ideas. I was told to use those ideas to start a business or I could be an adviser and all other kinds of rubbish. I was pissed to the maximum. First I incurred a debt hoping that I would get a job, second I didn’t get the job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There I was sitting in my room, very angry and thinking about the lost money. After that day I decided not to look a job anymore but to start a business. Coming up with a business idea was easy. I decided to start the same business of the people who conned me. I retyped the whole booklets and where they put their company name I put mine. Where they put their address I put mine and also made some small copy changes. I retyped the form and made some minor changes as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After finalizing the content of the booklets and the form, it was time to advertise. Instead of advertising on Job Mail, I decided to go big. I went to The Star and ask how much to place an ad. I paid close to R350 for a very small copy. Again, I had to borrow money for the advert. I actually had to revise and cut down the copy. The ad was flighted on Wednesday’s Star Workplace and within two weeks my post box was full of letters. I received CVs from all over the country, from business graduates to engineering. Some had diplomas, degrees, even Honours. Everyday from the library I use pass via the post office to collect all those letters. I bought a big pack of envelopes and stamps. My job was quite easy. All I had to do was to put the form and motivational letter into the envelope and send back. The company that conned me was charging R100 but I was charging R80, which was the reason why the response rate was high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five out of ten people that I sent forms to would reply. They were not just replying but they were replying with R80. I remember my first R80. I got a note from my post box informing me to go inside the post office to collect a confidential parcel. When I got there, it was few R80 postal orders. While I was waiting for the actual cash, the postmaster demanded a company stamp or a company letter authorizing that I could collect the money, can you believe it. I told him it was my company but he still demanded a stamp. I asked to speak to the post office manager and he came and told me about the same stamp bullshit. I left the post office with my postal orders but cashless, and not very impressed by their poor service.&lt;br /&gt;I went to one of my friend to loan some cash for a stamp. I showed him all the postal orders and begged to him to lend me money. I was even prepared to leave some of the postal orders with him as collateral. He gave me money and I went to look for a company that could do a stamp for me. I found one but they told me that the stamp would take two weeks. I told them to F off and I went to look for another company. The next company told me three weeks, then I decided to go back to the first company. The day I got my stamp, you should have seen me. I had more than 20 postal orders. Remember that 20 postal orders equalled R80x20. My flatmates knew that I was running some business but they couldn’t really understand what I was selling. My uncle, who is a police officer, found out about the business and he told me I would get arrested. I told him to chill and that the business was legal, and it was legal by then. The business was started out of anger but I got used to it and it was all good. The advert, like the form, didn’t have my name or residential address. There was no contact number as well. That’s when I realized how desperate the new South Africa was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As expected, some of my candidates were not very pleased with my business and they sent me letters of demand for their money back. To cut the story short, it got worse and scary to the point where I decided to stop the business, though I still have a company stamp today. I remember even returning some of the postal orders on the basis that the company had closed down. I partially regret the whole thing, but I am also partially grateful of the experience. I didn’t have a job but I decided to stop it. After that I went through some personal recession for almost a year before getting another job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was a young Lufuno back in the days. Then last night I asked myself, why am I an employee today if I managed to run such a dodgy business at the age of 21? I really need to answer that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not expecting your first job to be as controversial as mine but I know you all have some interesting stories to tell about your first or second job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Friday&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254059247677353095-2036052935188651000?l=makungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/feeds/2036052935188651000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-was-your-first-job.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/2036052935188651000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/2036052935188651000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-was-your-first-job.html' title='What was your first job?'/><author><name>Word Portal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954514760296839254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254059247677353095.post-3413896575435258738</id><published>2009-07-12T22:15:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T07:26:08.205+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='morality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>Social investment</title><content type='html'>“In the global village you are your neighbour’s keeper. Because if you are not, if you ignore your neighbour’s plight as you grow wealthier and he sinks deeper into poverty and despair, he may pollute your property, his family may contract diseases that infect yours, he may burgle your home, he may try to invade and occupy it, and in his resentment at your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;indifference&lt;/span&gt; he may even throw a bomb at it” said Allister Sparks. Rich people are fully aware of that effect but they have decided to run around from one suburb to another as a way of isolating themselves instead helping the poor. As bad as recession can be but its also a great opportunity for a positive social change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can say without any doubt that this year’s Nelson Mandela Lecture was the best ever. Professor Muhammad &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Yunus&lt;/span&gt; was almost in tears when he was talking about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Madiba&lt;/span&gt;. He spoke of Mandela as a man who inspired the whole world and made people do things that everybody thought its impossible. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Sibongile&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Khumalo&lt;/span&gt;’s performance was just perfect for the occasion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muhammad &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Yunus&lt;/span&gt; has given South Africa 20 years to permanently eradicate poverty. Some people were laughing at the statement and he told them that they are laughing because they think its impossible. I know some of you can even bet on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;impossibility&lt;/span&gt; of achieving such a thing just because you are not prepared to be part of the solution.&lt;br /&gt;Like myself, Muhammad &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Yunus&lt;/span&gt; hates the system and he has proven to the world that you can still achieve big things within the framework of legality, but outside the system. He criticized charity and blamed it for taking away initiatives from poor people. I was once highly criticized on one of my posts for referring to the government social grants as “lousy grants”. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t refer to them as “lousy grants” because I don’t want poor people to be given money but because I see social grants to young people as a government’s way of controlling poverty with nothing in place to permanently change the situation. Social grants are also used as a campaigning tool, which only benefits the ruling poverty to stay in power forever. Social grants are not investments but the whole budget is big enough to invest in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;infrastructure&lt;/span&gt; and other things that could help poor people out of poverty. Charity, like social grants, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;doesn&lt;/span&gt;’t eradicate poverty. It is just a way of rich people to pretend that they care about the poor people, with a full knowledge that the charity funds won’t make much difference. The system has got everything that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;doesn&lt;/span&gt;’t makes sense. It has got education that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;doesn&lt;/span&gt;’t make sense. Education is supposed to make you independent but we have thousands of graduates looking for jobs. They cannot create jobs for themselves because education &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t empower them with the necessary skills and knowledge. They were gonna be better off without formal education for that was just teaching them how to live within the system. Now they are stuck inside and they can hardly think outside its framework. Their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;intelligence&lt;/span&gt; is fenced inside the system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The security-based model of financing businesses has left many poor people hopeless to the point where they are convinced that poverty is a normal thing that they should live with. To me the concept of investing money on poor people is easy to practice given the clear challenges that they faces everyday but most people are not interested because of the poor profit margin from such investment. I think we should redefine the concept of doing a business from making money to making a living. When Professor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Yunus&lt;/span&gt; Muhammad started &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Grameen&lt;/span&gt; Bank, most people thought he was crazy and that he was guaranteed to fail. They said so, not because they thought it was a shitty idea but because they thought he was not gonna make money. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Yunus&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t do it for money but to help poor people. His aim was to help poor people who cannot get any money to finance their businesses from traditional banks due to lack of collateral. I question the morality of the traditional bank’s lending criteria. To me someone who has collateral &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;doesn&lt;/span&gt;’t need any help but wants help. The traditional banks are just not prepared to serve the needy. I am very inspired by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Grameen&lt;/span&gt; Bank model of micro financing and I strongly believe that all the developing countries should apply the same model to help eradicate poverty. More than 94% of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Grameen&lt;/span&gt; loans have gone to women, for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Yunus&lt;/span&gt; believes that the money that goes to the family through woman makes more difference than the same money going to the family through man. I am a man but just don’t have enough words to defend myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We cannot afford to ignore the poor anymore. We cannot afford some Mickey Mouse policies aimed at controlling poverty anymore. As Professor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Yunus&lt;/span&gt; said, poor people are as capable as anybody else is and all they need is an opportunity to prove that. We cannot afford to disengage them from being part of the global economic recovery. Their problems are similar to what some of us have experienced in our past lives so it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;shouldn&lt;/span&gt;’t been seen as an impossible task to permanently eradicate poverty within a period of 20 years. Their problems are not invisible. You go to an area you can see that the problem is lack of clean water, is lack of electricity, is lack of funds to start businesses, is shortage of schools, lack of proper &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;infrastructure&lt;/span&gt;, and that’s the social investment that I am talking about. Why do you need them collateral if you can afford loss a portion of your wealth and still remain filthy rich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is about nothing more than willingness. It can be done and it be done by anyone. I am making a public commitment to it and i will do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stone that the builders rejected has (will) become the chief cornerstone.&lt;br /&gt;Mathew 21:42&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254059247677353095-3413896575435258738?l=makungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/feeds/3413896575435258738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2009/07/social-investment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/3413896575435258738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/3413896575435258738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2009/07/social-investment.html' title='Social investment'/><author><name>Word Portal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954514760296839254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254059247677353095.post-5942454200110813139</id><published>2009-07-05T22:21:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T22:45:45.011+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you Mr Bully</title><content type='html'>The time I was telling my colleagues that I was going to Venda, they were all giving me these words of comforts for it was not just an ordinary visit. I left with all those words feeling humble and honoured. It was a very good trip and all was fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very much of a stranger when I get home. Those few who could still remembers me I could hardly remember their names and I always feel shy to ask. Though I couldn’t remember most people’s names, there was one person that I met and he didn’t have to say anything for me to remember him. Guess what, it was my high school bully. He looked completely out of shape and powerless. I looked at him and said to myself: if we were to go back to that desk, I would definitely be the bully. I looked at him like a fat boy looking at a cake wishing so much to get my hands on him. The bad thing about attending school in rural areas is that there would always be this 16 year old in your grade 6 class. You would be lucky if he is not a bully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reminiscing about my grade 10 experience with my bully, I started feeling good about him and started appreciating all the time we spent together. I was not the most obedient child at school, more especially if I could get away with it. I use to run away from school at least twice a week and never use to do my homework. The day I started sitting with my bully everything changed.  He was not the brightest guy and he relied on me for everything him. Given my attitude towards school, I was just an average student as well. My bully use to force me to get to school early so he could copy all the homeworks. One thing I hated and that i still hate more than anything is being beaten so I had to cooperate. When we write a test he would copy everything from me. Where I scratch he would scratch as well. When I fail the test, he would get angry and ask why we failed. I use to fear him more than my teachers so I had to study harder because of him. If I skip a day from school, it would be a big fight and he would ask why didn’t I tell that I was not coming. I use to hate that nigger like shit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was one thing that my bully knew very well. I was one of the smallest boys at school but he knew that you don’t physically bully Lufuno. Most of the fights that I was involved in when I was a kid were with people who caught me when I was running away because I hated fighting but if you hit me I would definitely hit you back. I remember one of the boys once chased me to my house. I got inside the yard and he kept on chasing me. Of course I got tired and stopped. My only regret was all my energy that I wasted running because I won the fight with flying colours.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t be confused, I was absolutely no match to my bully in terms of both size and strength so I was guaranteed to lose any kind of fight against him. Regardless of my poor prospects of winning a fight against him, he knew that beating me would make me angry enough to fight back. I was actually very stupid for allowing him to bully me because my uncle was a bully as well, so if I told him I had a bully at school he would have bullied him big time. Those were his favourite moments. I was the victim of my stupid pride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of my bully, I became the stop student in my class in the first half of the year but I didn’t give my bully any kind of credit for I didn’t see his contribution. But his contribution was that I use to study harder because I feared he would beat me if we fail the test so he was my motivation. I cannot size his contribution to my grade 10 success but I think he deserves some credits. He was more like my teacher than my bully, though he didn’t teach me shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moral of the story is that some bullies are worth having and if you look back, you are more likely to notice some value of substance that they have added into your life. Some kids use to steal money from home for their bullies. Today some of those kids are top investigators and some are top criminals. All thanks to their bullies.  All that my bully wanted was good marks at school, nothing more nothing less. Most bullies come from very bad backgrounds so most of the time you find that they are trying to solve real problems that need solutions at that particular time. Like money to buy food or good marks, just like my bully (because they sometimes don’t even have lights at home for them to be able to study). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all the bullies, please find better methods to get things your way. To all those who had bullies at school like Lufuno, look back to see if your bully didn’t add some kind of value in your life. Thumbs down to all the bullies but thanks to my bully for making me pass grade 10 in flying colours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254059247677353095-5942454200110813139?l=makungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/feeds/5942454200110813139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2009/07/thank-you-mr-bully.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/5942454200110813139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/5942454200110813139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2009/07/thank-you-mr-bully.html' title='Thank you Mr Bully'/><author><name>Word Portal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954514760296839254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254059247677353095.post-1734763276077638980</id><published>2009-06-28T18:27:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T18:48:12.578+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Tribute to the king, MJ</title><content type='html'>This post is livicated to one of the greatest artists of all time, Michael Joseph Jackson. Friday was indeed a very sad day. While everybody was playing Michael Jackson’s music in his memory, I was playing Rastaman Chant by Bob Marley. “One bright morning when my time is over I will fly away home”, that’s how the song goes. I was not a big fan of Michael Jackson but his passing touched me. I don’t know MJ to the point where I can recap the history of his life but I have few words livicated to the king of pop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few of us will be loved and admired to our graves and Michael Jackson was no exception. I wish for his success but not his fame. I am too much of a free thinker so I would definitely not please most of my fans. I could hardly remember the last time I read something good about MJ until Friday the 25th of June 2009. It got to a point where I got bored because every music channel was playing Michael Jackson’s songs. I was also a bit reluctant to buy my Sunday newspaper because I suspected he would be on the first page, and yes he was. People were not obliged to buy his music but they were still of understanding that he had an obligation to live up to their expectations. I didn’t like MJ converting himself to a white person but that was not for me to decide and I didn’t hate him for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was disgusted to see the whole world mourning after contributing so much to his passing. This world of perception. He is getting so much support when he is no more, enough support that could have saved his life if given when he was still alive. We looked the other side the time he needed us most and now we claim to have loved him. I also do not understand what people mean by saying it was an unexpected death after causing him so much stress during his entire life. He had a permanent pain that was partially installed by our hatred of him and he just couldn’t sustain his energy anymore. He cannot talk back to us anymore. He cannot acknowledge all these compliments anymore. He cannot smile back to us anymore. He needed all these the time he was still alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like Jesus Christ, he was not the most famous guy during his time on earth but today he is followed by millions. He was actually killed because most of the world didn’t like him. Today his killers are making money in his name, telling everybody that he was a good guy. If he rises again I bet you he will be shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here comes a mystery. More good people are still going to be hated and criticized to death. This world just cannot express love to the living. You have to die first. Why do I have to die first? They kill you so that they can love you, with a full knowledge that you won’t be able to feel that love. I rather cry that God doesn’t take you away from me than to cry when you are gone. Lets learn to express love to the living, for our love can help them live longer. There are people who are saying we love you Michael Jackson for the first time in their lives.&lt;br /&gt;One bright morning when my time is over I will also fly away home. By then please keep your love and your good comments to yourself because I won’t be interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Michael Jackson, may his soul rest in peace. To all of you; I am crying, praying, and mourning that God doesn’t take you away from me for I love you and I truly MEAN IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is livicated to both the king of pop and You.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254059247677353095-1734763276077638980?l=makungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/feeds/1734763276077638980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2009/06/tribute-to-king-mj.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/1734763276077638980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/1734763276077638980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2009/06/tribute-to-king-mj.html' title='Tribute to the king, MJ'/><author><name>Word Portal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954514760296839254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254059247677353095.post-3679421040869856299</id><published>2009-06-22T22:53:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T23:07:04.208+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Four of us was still too much, this world of anger</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time, there were only four people in planet earth (according to the bible): Adam, Eve, Abel, and Cain. You would think those people were few enough to at least get along but Abel did kill Cain. I am not surprised that we are still killing each other even today given the fact that we couldn’t live in peace the time there was only four of us and now we are like 6.7 billion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weird thing is that there are people who just hate each other for no apparent reason. I would understand blacks hating whites and the Arabs hating whites, or Indians hating whites. I am not promoting racial hatred but sometimes it can be justified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine Bin Laden, he has got so much anger he can blow the whole world. Anyway, I think Laden has got a point somewhere somehow as well. Now how do you survive in this world of anger? All these angers stems from racial to tribal issues so there is no hiding place. Whether you are a paster or a stripper, there is someone who can't stand you out there. You will have someone who will tell you he doesn’t like you and that’s all. I mean, come on. Or someone who will tell you that he hates the way you talk. Some people will even hate you for being taller than them. Some will hate you because you are more beautiful than they are. Some will hates you because you have a beautiful wife or a rich husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t mind people who gets angry but I mind people who acts on their angers in a violent way. Angry people must learn to chill. I also think we should establish an anger prison. The minute you start swearing we call 10111. You can’t even walk the streets safe because that’s where most angry people are. The rubbish part is that angry people don’t always take their angers on the people who made them angry but on anyone who is up for the taking. Criminals rob everybody on the streets and then blame the government for lack of jobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the system as well, meaning I hate the person who created the system. We all have some kind of hatred inside ourselves but you must know that its not on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254059247677353095-3679421040869856299?l=makungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/feeds/3679421040869856299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2009/06/four-of-was-still-too-much-this-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/3679421040869856299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/3679421040869856299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2009/06/four-of-was-still-too-much-this-world.html' title='Four of us was still too much, this world of anger'/><author><name>Word Portal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954514760296839254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254059247677353095.post-2475931684598451784</id><published>2009-06-21T15:41:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T15:51:04.129+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Easy on yourself</title><content type='html'>After the final whistle of the game between Iraq and New Zealand, I was over the moon knowing that Bafana Bafana were through to the semi-finals of the Confed Cup. But the minute I saw the New Zealanders celebrating as well, I was very confused. I thought they were through to the semi-finals and Bafana Bafana were not. I also thought maybe they were celebrating because they didn’t want Iraq to go through. When Robert Marawa announced that they were celebrating their first ever point in the Confederation Cup, it was just not easy to believe. I started questioning the sanity of the Kiwis. That point didn’t even change their position in the group standing. Glen Moss (New Zealand Goalkeeper) described it as the historic day and also appeared a very proud man. Ricki Herbert (All Whites Coach) was hugging and kissing the whole Kiwis technical team for a job well done. Imagine what would have happened if they won the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Remember that the All Whites have so far only managed to score two goals in three Confederation Cups. To play in the Confed Cup you have to be a champion of some sort. The All Whites are the champions of Oceania, a tournament that they have won four times so far. With Australia no longer part of the region, you will still see New Zealand in more Confed Cups to come. All they need to do is to beat Tahiti, Vanuatu, Solomon Islands, New Caledonia and Fiji (tell me if you know any of them) then they qualify.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make no mistake, New Zealand is a very proud nation and if you know the All Blacks and the Black Cats you would never dare undermine them. Still in my confusion of their goalless draw celebration, I started feeling what the New Zealanders were feeling. The All Whites are not good in football as the All Blacks are in rugby or as the Black Cats are in cricket, and given the quality of the oppositions in their region, they will take time or even never manage to emulate the All Blacks. They have all the reasons to celebrate a point in the Confed Cup. For a team like New Zealand, there are only two ways to get a point in the Confed Cup. They will either have to get it from an Asian side (like Iraq) or from the weak host nation. The rest of the teams are the champions of big football playing continents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this is exactly where the All Blacks started as well. You need to appreciate every single effort you put in order to understand where you are and where you are going. The All Whites didn’t go through to the semi-finals but they will be flying back home with smiles on their faces. They know where they are and they know what to do to improve their game. They won’t talk about their 5-0 defeat to Spain but about their goalless draw against Iraq. They won’t fire their coach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know some of the SA fans were disappointed with the Bafana Bafana 2-0 defeat to Spain. The point is that Spain is a better team than Bafana Bafana and being hard on them for not getting results from that game is very unfair. The All Whites know themselves and that is why they didn’t complain after 5-0 defeat. They know themselves and that is why they celebrated a goalless draw against Iraq. I see them a much better team in the next five years. There is no point of killing yourself for achieving less. At the end of the day, it is still an achievement and if you work harder on it you are more likely to do better next time. I am not justifying their failure to progress to the semi-finals but their willingness to do better. The All Whites taught me the lesson of how to appreciate yourself without sizing the achievement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like the Comrades Marathon. To some the victory is to win the race and to some the victory is to finish the race. New Zealand finished the race and they are happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254059247677353095-2475931684598451784?l=makungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/feeds/2475931684598451784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2009/06/easy-on-yourself.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/2475931684598451784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/2475931684598451784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2009/06/easy-on-yourself.html' title='Easy on yourself'/><author><name>Word Portal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954514760296839254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254059247677353095.post-41827466249022945</id><published>2009-06-13T16:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T08:48:10.485+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The Swazi gay king</title><content type='html'>After sleeping in the lounge on Tuesday, things didn’t get any better on Wednesday. I finished work at about 5:30pm and then I was on my way home. Five minutes from work I realized that I didn’t have my phone and had to go back to the office. The time I got to my complex, I realized that I didn’t have my house key and had to go back to work for the second time in about 35 minutes. These moments were just completing other silly ones that I had during the week. I can hardly remember anything smart that I did. After a very dumb week, I decided to finish it with the same attitude by publishing a dumb post. This is actually a revised version of the existing post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is not about gays and lesbians but culture and tradition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;King Mswati is known for marrying many wives who are obtained via a parade of young girls for him to make the best pick. Even those who criticizes him, if given a chance they would not mind such a parade and some would even choose more than one girl in one parade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While on my fantasy of also getting a chance to make the best pick, I asked myself what would happen if the next king is a gay. Would he call all gay people to parade for him to make his pick? Would the lucky guy be called a queen or a gay? Would the king continue with the girls’ parade for the sake of the culture? Would the king himself be called a king or a gay? The important point to remember that this post is not about gays but culture and tradition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think its about time we review our culture and tradition. It sounds funny writing and talking about it but its reality and very significant that we look at the relevance of our tradition to the current generation. I think the main question should be what is the value of our culture and tradition to our upbringing? Is our culture and tradition still relevant to the current generation? Does our tradition needs some amendments? Do we scrap it? What is purpose of tradition?&lt;br /&gt;The son is more likely to keep his sexual feelings secret until he becomes a king. Would they take away his kingship after discovering that he is gay? It is by no means that the system will remain the same so the sooner we change it the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today’s life is about independence and ruling your own destiny. Independence and tradition doesn’t always go together. Traditional methods are old ways of doing certain things and the new generation should not be bound to use those methods. Every generation should develop its own tradition. I went to the traditional initiation school at a very young age and to tell the truth I didn’t enjoy it and I am not planning to take any of my family members there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not just about the next Swazi king being gay; there are other traditional issues that negatively affect our lives. The mountain initiation was first traditional and cultural experience and i didn't like it. I am not going to moan and groan about tradition, i am just not going follow it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know some of you will say only Lufuno would think of such madness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254059247677353095-41827466249022945?l=makungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/feeds/41827466249022945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-if-next-king-mswati-is-gay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/41827466249022945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/41827466249022945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-if-next-king-mswati-is-gay.html' title='The Swazi gay king'/><author><name>Word Portal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954514760296839254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254059247677353095.post-1910943894456987032</id><published>2009-05-23T19:57:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T16:16:51.942+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chilling'/><title type='text'>Ordinary Man</title><content type='html'>I wish I was perfect but am not and I will never be&lt;br /&gt;I work towards perfection but mistakes are inevitable&lt;br /&gt;Am prepared to account for success and failures&lt;br /&gt;My tears are for joy not anger&lt;br /&gt;Stressing takes away my focus&lt;br /&gt;As ordinary as I am, I can only do so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never scream because I won’t hear you&lt;br /&gt;Never panic because you will definitely fail&lt;br /&gt;Respect me because it’s for your own good&lt;br /&gt;Am not you so don’t make me account for your mistakes&lt;br /&gt;As righteous as I am, am still an ordinary man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t make the sun shine though I so much wish&lt;br /&gt;Smile while you can for you don’t own yourself&lt;br /&gt;Beyond human is death so you better watch your steps&lt;br /&gt;I would like to but it is just not working&lt;br /&gt;Forgive God for making me the way I am&lt;br /&gt;As stubborn as I am, am still an ordinary man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am craving success&lt;br /&gt;Don’t follow my steps cos you are guaranteed to fall&lt;br /&gt;Thank God stress is not contagious&lt;br /&gt;Should I cry now for my future failures?&lt;br /&gt;Or should I prepare now for my future success? &lt;br /&gt;As ambitious as I am, am still a natural boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don’t know me so don’t be too sure&lt;br /&gt;Creation is a mystery so am not at fault&lt;br /&gt;Am very confused but don’t need your help&lt;br /&gt;I think I understand but don’t bet on it&lt;br /&gt;Am writing my own book so don’t teach me yours&lt;br /&gt;I wish for your happiness but don’t expect it from me&lt;br /&gt;As rational as I am, am still an ordinary boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks &amp;amp; praises to the most high&lt;br /&gt;For my sense of direction is improving&lt;br /&gt;Two eyes are enough so don’t tell what I can see&lt;br /&gt;Your thinking is confusing my thinking so let’s just share the experiences&lt;br /&gt;Don’t walk next to me cos I don’t want to hear your steps&lt;br /&gt;I don’t wake up to life but wake life every morning&lt;br /&gt;Life is I so I don’t need any of your lessons&lt;br /&gt;As cool as I am, am still an ordinary man&lt;br /&gt;To all brothers &amp;amp; sisters who can feel me, just chill and enjoy the ride.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254059247677353095-1910943894456987032?l=makungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/feeds/1910943894456987032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2009/05/just-chill.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/1910943894456987032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/1910943894456987032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2009/05/just-chill.html' title='Ordinary Man'/><author><name>Word Portal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954514760296839254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254059247677353095.post-3108925563200884848</id><published>2009-05-16T15:46:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T16:08:15.680+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The courage to be myself</title><content type='html'>I cannot afford to be both you and myself at the same time so I have decided to sacrifice you. I am not feeling sorry because we were fake. This is the happiest day of my life. I don’t care if you will understand because I just don’t care. I was a fool but I am ready to start afresh. I regret the first day that we met. Don’t talk to me like that because I am not in a good mood. I speak so carelessly and believe me you won’t like it. You have been a curse in my life. This is not about me hating you but about me being myself. I just don’t like the idea of you thinking for me. I just don’t like the idea of you ruling over me. I just don’t like the idea of you telling me how to walk. I just don’t like the idea of you telling me how to talk. I hate the fact that you think you know better than I do. I can’t stand the fact that you claim to have better eyesight than I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am prepared to change the rule of the game. I have been away for too long. I have been loyal for too long. The journey has just begun. I know you won’t like idea of me being myself. I know you can’t stand me, which was the reason why you wanted me to be your duplicate. I have been intimidated for too long. Your education has installed fear in my life. I wish I never knew you. Its about time you justify your claims but I won’t be easily convinced. Its about time you revise your visions but you are on your own. An action is not a sin but the reasoning behind the action. I am about to challenge myself but you are more likely to feel challenged. I know you are not used to it but I am not feeling sorry for you. I know you are a retard but its about time I make you realize it. I am tired of explaining myself to you. I am tired of convincing you to give me what belongs to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you didn’t see it coming but that is not my fault. It was hard following on your footsteps because you walk like a crazy drunk bastard. It was tough trying to talk like you because you have no logic. It was hard trying to see like you because you have no sense of direction. You are full of history but your geography is rubbish. Its harvest time so you better know whom you mess up with. If your talk is senseless, it means you are making noise. If your silence is without meditation, it means you are a retard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hot and fresh so you better be ready. I am not coming for you but you better not be on my way. I am not against you but be careful not to be on the other side. I am here and I am here to stay. Don’t look away because I am not looking at you. Don’t respond because I am not talking to you. Don’t follow me because I am on my own. Don’t challenge me because I am better at it. Don’t question me because its none of your business. I was on the run, way ahead of my enemies but they better realise that I am no longer running. I am full of life and very confident. I cannot be stopped. My brain sees no fear so don’t tell me about it. Listen when I talk because I won’t repeat myself. Don’t leave me a note because I won’t follow it. I couldn’t define the word idiot until I met you. Now you better get out of my way because i am not in the mood for idiots. I am in for a huge victory its not even funny. I wonder where was I all this years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am back to my childhood but with an adult mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254059247677353095-3108925563200884848?l=makungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/feeds/3108925563200884848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2009/05/courage-to-be-myself.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/3108925563200884848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/3108925563200884848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2009/05/courage-to-be-myself.html' title='The courage to be myself'/><author><name>Word Portal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954514760296839254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254059247677353095.post-7342837889672427103</id><published>2009-05-09T16:27:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T16:29:01.479+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>“A moment of renewal”- Jacob Zuma</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Without watching the news or listening to radio, you can hardly feel all the changes that South Africa has gone through in the last twelve months. Not that people don’t care, we just have one of the strongest democracy in the world and that is something that all South Africans should be proud of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This same time that I writing this post, the new leader of the country has been sworn in few hours ago but to most South Africans its business as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I congratulate Mr Zuma for his presidency and I am confident he will do a better job. The challenge is that it is not always about a leader but an organisation collective vision, of which I don’t think it’s the case within the ANC. Already, certain people are not very pleased with the deployments and it seems like we are in for more factions. It appears to me that the unity was built on the common enemy rather than a common vision. Some people were behind Zuma not because they like him or understand his vision but because they shared the same enemy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zuma appear to be a symbol of a pastor. His sermons do not always reflect what he represents. He thanked Mbeki for putting the country’s interest before his but Zuma himself risked so much to be where he is today. It was about becoming the president at all cost with no consideration of anything at all. He used every tool available to the extent that even Mandela was brought back from retirement, despite all the health risks. I think the militant action threats by Malema also worked very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have few tips for Mr Zuma:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not all ANC members will be pleased with his leadership and the sooner he understands that the better. Even Jesus was hated but he is regarded as one of the greatest leaders of all time. Trying to accommodate everybody would be fatal.&lt;br /&gt;Deploying none-politicians to some of the key portfolios would speed up the service delivery process.&lt;br /&gt;Since Shaik is not feeling very well, I wouldn’t mind becoming the new financial advisor.&lt;br /&gt;I think the song “Ushimini Wami” has achieved its goal and lets just stick to the national anthem.&lt;br /&gt;Being a player is no longer an option.&lt;br /&gt;It is about time he start dancing slower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a president, you need to sacrifice some of favourite habits for the credibility of the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand that some companies held issuing tenders pending the outcome of the elections as way of avoiding giving them to the outgoing leaders.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254059247677353095-7342837889672427103?l=makungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/feeds/7342837889672427103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2009/05/moment-of-renewal-jacob-zuma.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/7342837889672427103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/7342837889672427103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2009/05/moment-of-renewal-jacob-zuma.html' title='“A moment of renewal”- Jacob Zuma'/><author><name>Word Portal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954514760296839254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254059247677353095.post-7086487795645394585</id><published>2009-04-22T13:49:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T19:56:53.511+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Post-elections</title><content type='html'>Helen Zille &amp;amp; Patricia De LilLe showed no interest in the presidency of country two months before the election by running for the Western Cape premier position so I wonder who did they vote for in this year’s presidential elections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am almost sure they didn’t vote for themselves given that you cannot be a premier and a president at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I consider Jacob Zuma one of the luckiest presidential candidates given that he didn’t have to do much to earn his victory. He was up against some hopeless candidates who were aiming for not more than a premier position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;South African politics can be very hilarious sometimes. Holomisa was bragging about being one of the oppositions who has always participated in the election. Even before the elections he was advising ANC on how they should govern after these elections, a very hopeless remark from the opposition leader. I can guess that Holomisa voted for ANC as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Buthelezi has never showed any interest on becoming the president of South African so its another vote that was up for grab. I think he voted for ANC as well. I remember him saying ANC will rule this country until Jesus come back. I was very dissapointed to hear that from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These oppositions leaders campaign all over the country telling people to vote for them but it doesn’t seem like they vote for themselves. They are always ahead in terms of understanding the outcome of the upcoming elections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its no secret that Helen Zille despises Zuma with passion so I give her vote to COPE. Her campaign was more about Zuma than anything else. Instead of stopping crime, she was so determined to stop Zuma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am surprised that COPE didn’t utilize churches to the same extent as Zuma, given that their presidential candidate is a Bishop. Zuma was all out, he was seen campaigning in churches, weddings, and can you believe it, funerals. Politicians are heartless people. How do campaign in a funeral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are very curious about who did Mbeki voted for. I don’t think Zuma was expecting his vote so we shouldn’t even talk about it. Mbeki was asked who did he voted for and his answer was that “ this is a secret ballot”, a complete different answer from the one he would have given if asked the same question in 2004.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malema had so much COPE in his mind and he is more likely to have voted for them by mistake. I mean he is not a very logical guy. Terror Lekota was so determined to become the next president of South Africa and the fact that his party voted him out, I doubt if he voted for the Bishop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand some people reported to the voting stations just to be told that they are dead, after queuing for hours. That’s the thing about South Africa, you must always check for both your HIV and living status. I have never lost my ID book but I was a bit nervous I might find that I am registered as the late since I have never checked for my living status.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope Zuma’s birthday is not going to become a public holiday after taking over as the president of the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also understand that ANC and IFP had some extra ballots that were already marked and they were caught trying to deliver them to the nearest voting station. Mr Buthelezi was very certain that the ones for ANC were done in the premier’s office but he didn’t comment on where his were done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people decided not to vote stating poor service delivery as their reason for abstaining. People have issues with the ruling party and decided not to vote at all, this just tell you how unpopular opposition parties are in South Africa.&lt;br /&gt;All the people that I hear complaining about poor service delivery talks about houses and small social grants, but none is talking about lack of proper jobs. This also tells you that South Africans are just lazy bustards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everybody voted but don’t expect too from it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254059247677353095-7086487795645394585?l=makungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/feeds/7086487795645394585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-wonder-who-did-helen-and-patricia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/7086487795645394585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/7086487795645394585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-wonder-who-did-helen-and-patricia.html' title='Post-elections'/><author><name>Word Portal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954514760296839254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254059247677353095.post-1086452193378839489</id><published>2009-04-21T20:34:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T20:47:32.777+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Zuma for President</title><content type='html'>For the first time in years, I am feeling very confident about Zuma’s presidency and I am almost sure he will become a better president. After following his tracks I have come to realize that he is not even as corrupt as people think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing strange is that Zuma has never been attached on his leadership failure but only on his moral weaknesses. The time he was released from his duty as the deputy president of the country was not because of his failure as a deputy but because of his moral weakness. All the people who are saying Zuma is not a suitable candidate for the presidency only have his moral weaknesses as the justification.  That makes him a very  ideal candindate for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am yet to hear one none- politician comment about Zuma, but maybe not anymore because I am about to give one myself. Those who supports him talks about political conspiracy, and those who doesn't like him talks about corruption. Nobody has fairly commented about him. I want to make it clear that the fact that I am confident about his presidency doesn’t mean that I belong to his fan club. I do have a problem with his moral and legal weaknesses as well but that doesn’t fully make him a bad president.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at his rape case, even before the court judgment I never believed there was a rape. Zuma went to court and defended himself honestly. He agreed on having sex but not on rape. He remains the only man I know who find HIV not very contagious. He even revealed his secret medication for HIV and surely it doesn't get easier than that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at his corruption case, Zuma never denied receiving money from Shaik but according to him, it was within the framework of legality. Zuma didn’t intentionally committed corruption and that is why he still believes in his innocence. According to his interpretation, he was in need of cash and he asked a friend who happened to be the infamous Shaik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at both cases, Zuma never lied. Zuma did rape but had consensus sex with the HIV positive woman. Zuma didn’t commit corruption but he borrowed money from a friend, with no idea of the lender’s intention. Shaik used Zuma’s name to influence some business decisions without even Zuma’s knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it goes down to education or formal education for I consider Zuma an educated man though he doesn’t have any formal education. The fact that Zuma cannot define the word “corruption” makes me worried. The fact that he is too much of a team player makes me worried because he is about to become a coach, and as a coach you cant afford to please all your players.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I somehow feel that Zuma was prepared to clear the corruption case in the court of law but the ANC was just not interested because they didn’t see his chances of winning the case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zuma has committed a crime without his knowledge, and for that he deserves a second chance. He has no formal education but inspiration, which is more powerful that a formal education for someone in his position.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254059247677353095-1086452193378839489?l=makungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/feeds/1086452193378839489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2009/04/zuma-for-president.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/1086452193378839489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/1086452193378839489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2009/04/zuma-for-president.html' title='Zuma for President'/><author><name>Word Portal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954514760296839254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254059247677353095.post-5989843235205721928</id><published>2009-04-20T21:12:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T21:15:25.951+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religion'/><title type='text'>My Natural Relationship with God</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I was reading Fred &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Khumalo&lt;/span&gt;’s article titled “Let’s Stop playing with God. Amen” and I just laughed until the last amen, though it was not funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like everybody else, going to church as a child was like going to school. In 1999 I was almost dismissed from church for asking too many questions and refusing to follow certain rules, like refusing to pay a bus fare for a bus that I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t use. The justification was that the money would help on the other thing. Why do you call it a bus fare if the money is for other things?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then I decided to be myself and just have a natural relationship with God rather than a formal one. A formal relationship includes terms and conditions, a natural one requires me to be honest with myself bounded by no rules but righteous principles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot take instructions but advises. I cannot be dictated but guided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hardly think of God when going through rough time but I always think of God when having good times. People need to understand the purpose of their existence before engaging in any religious activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Africa is the most religious continent in the world but also the poorest. I really don’t think God created to suffer. Its our short-sighted thinking that makes us the slaves of this planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chose God against religion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254059247677353095-5989843235205721928?l=makungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/feeds/5989843235205721928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-natural-relationship-with-god.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/5989843235205721928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/5989843235205721928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-natural-relationship-with-god.html' title='My Natural Relationship with God'/><author><name>Word Portal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954514760296839254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254059247677353095.post-5098796392906178550</id><published>2009-04-20T20:14:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T20:16:18.729+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>ANC needs you support</title><content type='html'>Last week Friday, I went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Morningside&lt;/span&gt; sports club for a soccer game. It was awesome than I thought. I was one of the stars and it felt so good engaging with clients in a social level. Anyway, that is not what this post is about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the game it was a bar night as we call it at work. After a couple of drinks our brain started loosening up and we were talking a complete nonsense. It was my colleague David who started by saying we should all go and vote because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ANC&lt;/span&gt; needs our support. He went on about the support issue until we left &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Morningside&lt;/span&gt;, laughing like a retard.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moral of the story is that politicians always need your support, before or after the elections. During corruption trials, they need your support. During arms deal trials, they need your support. During recession, they need your support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday, please go and vote because they need your support&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254059247677353095-5098796392906178550?l=makungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/feeds/5098796392906178550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2009/04/anc-needs-you-support.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/5098796392906178550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/5098796392906178550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2009/04/anc-needs-you-support.html' title='ANC needs you support'/><author><name>Word Portal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954514760296839254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254059247677353095.post-5358496159062598364</id><published>2009-04-03T17:05:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T17:13:23.065+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='law'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>How Wicked</title><content type='html'>I wonder what criteria does lawmakers uses to determine the legality and illegality of something. For something to be called legal, how do we come to that conclusion and for something to be called illegal, what makes it illegal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My understanding of law is that legal is what is allowed in that particular country and illegal is what is not allowed in that particular country. This means that for something to be legal; it doesn’t necessarily have to be right and for something to be illegal; it doesn’t necessarily have to be wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Remember that something can be legal in one country and illegal in another country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since wrong and right doesn’t determine what is legal and what is illegal, what does? If righteousness doesn’t determine the legality of something, what is the purpose of law? There seems to be quite a lot of considerations before something can be called legal or illegal, like generation of income. A person would expect tobacco and alcohol to be illegal everywhere in this world but that is not the case, maybe because the owners of tobacco and alcohol are very much involved in deciding what is legal and what is not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sad that the lawmakers of this world do not use wrong and right to determine what is legal and illegal. The disgusting thing is to see government spending a lot of money on anti-use campaign for some of the legal things. If alcohol is bad, they must make it illegal or just shut up. Why do you say something is legal and then run a campaign for people not to use it? I don’t want to see any anti-smoking commercial, if tobacco is bad, they must make it illegal or just go to hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was growing up there were many rules at home but they didn’t apply to all the family members. Your dad will always have a free pass though he is the main lawmaker. Surely he will tighten them knowing that at least they don’t apply to him.&lt;br /&gt;In a flat where I stay there are so many rules and I fight with the landlord at least once a week. Only certain numbers of visitors are allowed in a day and during certain times, visitors are not allowed. The landlord himself is free to bring any visitor at anytime suitable for him. This tells me that lawmakers are fully aware of the injustice of their laws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speeding is dangerous but it can be justified for in case you are rushing someone to hospital. Police are allowed to speed when chasing criminals or rushing to the crime scene so why can’t I speed for the good cause as well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember high school; the rule was that if you are late it’s a hiding, no explanation. I once stayed home for two weeks because I refused to be punished for being late. I was late for a reason but I was never given a chance to explain myself. It was made a big case where my father had to be called. Guess what, I won the case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it wasn’t for laws, Jacob Zuma would have been charged long time ago. Now he is using law to avoid going to court. He has been questioning procedures and blaming political conspiracy for the last five years. His people say justice delayed is justice denied. This means according to the law, a delayed murder case means there was no murder at all. It doesn’t matter how you look at it but the justice delayed law is there to protects criminal.&lt;br /&gt;I would prefer a world where rules are made in court. We decide who is guilty or not based on the offence, with no reference to any law at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254059247677353095-5358496159062598364?l=makungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/feeds/5358496159062598364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2009/04/how-wicked.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/5358496159062598364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/5358496159062598364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2009/04/how-wicked.html' title='How Wicked'/><author><name>Word Portal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954514760296839254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254059247677353095.post-3350019792308003786</id><published>2009-04-02T13:19:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T13:02:11.494+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Its election time again</title><content type='html'>Its election time again and I would like to remind South Africans about how important they are during this time. Remember that this is the only time when ordinary people have more power than politicians. People tend to undermine their values even when they are in control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot wait to pick up that pen and make a cross. The reason why I can’t wait is because I don’t know where will I put the cross. I have been listening to different parties’ manifestos and they all sound the same. So this simplifies the voting because if the manifestos are the same, any party will do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was about to consider the two magrizas, Helen &amp;amp; Patricia, until they decided to run for the Western Cape Premier position. How does a leader on an opposition party run for a premier position three months before the election? I am not prepared to vote the premiers but president. Those two women are hopeless so they must forget about my vote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there is one of my favourite politicians, Mr Buthelezi. I don’t think he has got any ambitions of becoming the next president so he is out of picture as well. He also has a bigger challenge now because he will have to share the Zulu votes with Mr Zuma, of which I don’t think Mr Buthelezi stand a chance at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know why but I always think of Holomisa as a former politician. Since forming his own party thinks hasn’t really been going very well. He only resurfaces during elections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there is the Bishop. Mr Rev is a man of honour, with love for God and a man whom for years spent his time promoting the act of righteousness. Now it’s a different ball game. The only commonality between a Bishop and a politician is that they all try to convince you to believe what has never been seen. They put your faith into test. Mr Dandala hasn’t yet considered running for any premier position like Helen and Patricia. He still believes that God will help him overcome the challenge posed by the self-made Aids doctor, Mr Jacob Zuma. Mr Dandala will be preaching to a completely different audience. The kind of audience that sometimes get very emotional and also like interfering if the sermon is not going their way. Unlike in church, in parliament he will receive many questions that not even the bible would be of any help as a form of reference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here comes Mr Jacob Zuma himself. Ask Mr Zuma about HIV, he will tell that it is not that contagious. It can be beaten by as simple as taking a shower. To me Mr Zuma is just waiting for his inauguration, the victory is in the pocket. Mr Msholozi is not one of my favourite politicians and that really bothers me given that fact that he is the waiting president.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these candidates put to me to sleep. So I am stuck with a vote and don’t know what to do with it. My apology I mentioned only four candidates. It is just because I don’t know the rest. Oh, there is PAC as well. Anyway, how do you expect to win elections if nobody knows you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In South Africa, people vote for their favourite candidates, not ideal candidates.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254059247677353095-3350019792308003786?l=makungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/feeds/3350019792308003786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-election-time-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/3350019792308003786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/3350019792308003786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-election-time-again.html' title='Its election time again'/><author><name>Word Portal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954514760296839254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254059247677353095.post-4572374661032569683</id><published>2009-04-01T10:58:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T10:39:33.041+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><title type='text'>Trying to be a better man</title><content type='html'>My eyes can clearly oversee. My legs cannot only walk but run. My voice cannot only speak but sing. My ears can still hears every sound. I can still smell the freshness of the Garden of Eden, Limpopo. This post is a testimony of the perfection of my multi-purpose hands. My brains can still overstand. My heart still over beats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then what is wrong with this man?&lt;br /&gt;There is everything wrong with this man. Instead of seeing, he oversees. Instead of walking, he runs. Instead of talking, he sings. Instead of just listening, he even gives his head to hear more. Instead of just touching, he even writes with his hands. Instead of understanding, he thinks deep trying to overstand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The colour of my skin speaks a language. My brains never stop thinking. When I am awake I think, when I am asleep I dream. I think I am OK, but I don’t get a similar response. What am I made for? What is the purpose of my existence?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who am I? the God elect, created in his image. I don’t fully understand my mandate. People question my level of obedience. Who am I supposed to obey? People question my level of loyalty. Who am I supposed to be loyal to? People question my level of trust. Who am I suppose to trust? I question my level of love but I don’t know why. How can I not erase the memories? How can I not forget the past? How do I move on with this burden on my back? How do I know if I was right? How do I know if am right? How do I know if I will be right? I am too cautious to gamble, but I need to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can run, but not fast enough. I can speak, but not fluent enough. I can hear but not well enough. I can see, but not clear enough. It’s a birth defect. Nobody is at fault. I wish if God answers in writing, so I can be sure I am doing the right thing. I have lost more battles than I have fought. How strange life is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord take my hand. I am too blind to see, too deaf to hear, and too dumb to speak. I don’t trust myself anymore. I am tired of messing up. My judgement is of human standard. Perfection is beyond my reach, though I am more than keen. I am judged by the fantasy standards. The spirit of righteousness is all over me, but how can I be sure? Maybe I need another brain or another heart. The mirror can't reflect me. The complexion of the object doesn’t tell me anything at all. I have been loyal to people who don't deserve my loyalty. I have trusted people who don't deserve my trust, and i have loved people who don't deserve my love. I have hated people who truly deserved my love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am ready to stand but I need more balance. My eyes can see but I don’t know which direction. My mouth can speak but I need the right words. I don’t know if it is the smell or just my nose. My mind is on standby, for it doesn’t have any answers. I feel like I am in the dungeon. I cannot help myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so sure of myself, but not anymore. I don’t know if I am winning or losing. How do I know? How do I trust these legs after so many wrong journeys? How do I trust these brains after so many wrong judgments? How do i trust these eyes after misleading me so many times?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give thanks for the gift of life. I shall continue to purse the dream. Success is inevitable. Thanks and praises to the most high.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254059247677353095-4572374661032569683?l=makungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/feeds/4572374661032569683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2009/04/trying-to-be-better-man.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/4572374661032569683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/4572374661032569683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2009/04/trying-to-be-better-man.html' title='Trying to be a better man'/><author><name>Word Portal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954514760296839254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254059247677353095.post-2724942790485705571</id><published>2009-03-30T14:47:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T14:52:33.550+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Pictures of my life</title><content type='html'>I have pictures library in my brain. The pictures never changes but increased in numbers. They all mean different things depending on interpretation. The order of the pictures is determined by the experience. The worse the experience the more invisible the picture would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love pictures carry the everlasting memories given their intimacy. They bring me tears and joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t always intentionally decide on the complexion of the pictures, so I wish I could delete some of them. My sense organs are strong but not strong enough. I trust my ears, my nose, my eyes, my hands, but not sure about the reliability of my heart. My heart heavily relies on my sense organs but doesn’t always respond to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certain things require my heart to act alone without the support of my sense organs. I can hardly pick the right direction without my eyes, and I can hardly choose the best sound without my ears.&lt;br /&gt;My sense organs take most of the pictures and they hardly let me down but my heart takes the biggest pictures. Trying to reminisce, I realised that I have failed dismally when it comes to impress others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give praise to my heart, for its task is the biggest. I forgive, forget, and move on using the same heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures of my life, taken in a real life situation and permanently saved in my brain. I don’t negatively regrets their existence. It doesn’t get worse than yesterday. Life offers more experiences than warnings. When I look at my image library; its full of experiences, most of them in a form of errors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can tell you from as long as I was three years old, the resolution is beyond compare. That is how good the memory is and how safe the storage is. What is the purpose of this memory? What is the purpose of this storage? This is something that the lord made so it does have a huge a purpose. Maybe the purpose differs from one person to another but how often do we utilize the brain picture library? How many picture duplications do we have in our brains, and how many of those duplications carry good memories?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How often do we refer to the pictures of our lives? This just tells you everything about how dysfunctional a human body is, where there is no coordination between body parts. Human being parts mostly operate in isolation, making us the most vulnerable creatures on earth. We duplicate the same mistakes every time and we don’t even realise it until the mess is done. The funny thing is that we don’t do it intentionally but the story of how it happens it’s a mystery. I think it is a short memory problem or maybe we are just ignorant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254059247677353095-2724942790485705571?l=makungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/feeds/2724942790485705571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2009/03/pictures-of-my-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/2724942790485705571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/2724942790485705571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2009/03/pictures-of-my-life.html' title='Pictures of my life'/><author><name>Word Portal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954514760296839254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254059247677353095.post-8970167427034851387</id><published>2009-03-29T18:31:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T18:34:46.418+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religion'/><title type='text'>Sometimes it is hell trying to get to heaven</title><content type='html'>I personally know people who will hate this post or hate me for writing it but I just felt that I should write about it.&lt;br /&gt;To most people, going to heaven means joining a religion and follow that religion’s rituals. This usually involves not living according to your liking given that most religious rituals were created by man and as individuals, its only normal that won’t have the same taste of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a mystic man like me, I think getting to heaven is the easiest thing ever but I know religious people would definitely disagree. Religious people work very hard day and night trying to impress God. For any contribution that they make to church, they believe it’s a couple of points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I would like to remind everyone is that religious rituals don’t make one righteous. Religious rituals simply mean the way things are done in that religion, nothing more nothing less. It is like a government law, its not about right or wrong but the acceptable standard in that particular country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The things I see my people go through everyday makes me feel like crying. With poverty and all kinds of troubles on their backs, there should be a much better solution to their problems. I believe that with the help of God, not religions, they can put their energy and effort into something more fruitful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People go through hell trying to get to heaven. Forget about Monday to Sunday of going to church, most countries are deep into recession and this people are still expected to contribute the same 10% of their salaries. You can lie and say people are not forced to but I can guarantee you that these people didn’t initially volunteer, they were asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t hate the concept of religion but its application.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To black people I think it’s a mental handicap. The concept of religion has been previously used to fulfil some of the white man wicked wishes and even back then, black people were very loyal and they contributed a lot to the fulfilment of those wishes. If this country was colonised Arabs, I am telling you that today all black people would be Muslims. They would be doing some suicide bombing as well. I know that some people would disagree but it is the fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The underachievement of a black race is also due to lack of self-confidence. We spend most of our lives taking instructions and we are just happy to be alive. We belong everywhere. Our thinking capability has been permanently disabled by the act apartheid and colonization. Its hard for the few liberated to convince the rest of the race to open their eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder where I would be today if Christianity never existed. I mean personally myself, if it wasn’t for the lost battle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254059247677353095-8970167427034851387?l=makungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/feeds/8970167427034851387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2009/03/sometimes-it-is-hell-trying-to-get-to.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/8970167427034851387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/8970167427034851387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2009/03/sometimes-it-is-hell-trying-to-get-to.html' title='Sometimes it is hell trying to get to heaven'/><author><name>Word Portal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954514760296839254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254059247677353095.post-5107856983971734371</id><published>2009-03-26T20:05:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T20:34:42.457+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired of Taxi Owners</title><content type='html'>As a developing country, I would expect South Africans to welcome any kind of development with open arms. There seem to be some greedy considerations before any development can be allowed to take place and that is exactly what is happening with our new Rea Vaya transport system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taxi owners are generally known as very self-interested people who care about nothing else but themselves. The standard of our public transport its in a shocking state and I am surprised that it took the government this long to realise it. Taxi owners are against the new development, not on the basis of the quality of their service but on the basis on profit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here we are, stuck with stubborn taxi owners, who are not ready not only to improve the quality of their service but also the quality of the taxis. They are saying that irrespective of their poor service delivery, they don’t want to see any competition to their business. South Africans have a tendency to play onlookers even on matters that directly affects their lives. The public is yet to condemn the latest taxi violence against the new transport system and we are also yet to support the government on their effort to bring us quality public transport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The taxi owners’ justification against the new transport system is that they feel it will take them out of work. I don’t understand how the new system would take them out of work. The government is not scrapping the taxi system but bringing competition so to improve the quality of public transport. This means whoever delivers the good service will survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new system was also influenced by the fact that the country will be hosting the world cup next year and the BRT buses includes routes to the stadiums. Now taxi owners feel that they have what it takes to cater for that service even though they haven’t started with the preparations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taxi owners must understand that their business is not different from other industries. There is competition in telecommunication there is competition everywhere so who do they think they are to deserve a monopoly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has always been a problem in Africa where the development of the countries gets to be affected by few greedy individuals who makes fortunes at the expense of the whole nation. The new transport system is not for the taxi owners but for South Africans. It is not for taxi owners to decide but the people of South African.  Commuters are not going to be forced to use the new transport system, they are been given options so they can choose the most convenient transport for their needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taxi owners has always been a pain to deal with and its about time they go to hell. They use bully tactics to get things their way with no sound justification of their claims. We are not going to stop developing the country because of taxi owners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They just need to pull up their socks and they won’t be badly affected. If they think they are doing a great job now is the right time to prove it. They seem to enjoy to see people queuing for hours and getting to work late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say well done to the department of transport and hard luck to the taxi owners.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254059247677353095-5107856983971734371?l=makungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/feeds/5107856983971734371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2009/03/tired-of-taxi-owners.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/5107856983971734371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/5107856983971734371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2009/03/tired-of-taxi-owners.html' title='Tired of Taxi Owners'/><author><name>Word Portal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954514760296839254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254059247677353095.post-3878834373549174132</id><published>2009-03-25T14:10:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T14:23:07.851+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritual'/><title type='text'>Letter to myself</title><content type='html'>Greetings Lufuno. I understand you are a man of ambitions, pride, and principles. Your hunger for more knowledge and thirst for better life for all drives you mad. Your destiny is ruled by your personal believe in contrast with the general human herd instinct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have shown your value and quality in many forms. You have stood the test of time and never allowed yourself to be discouraged by the external forces. You have faced more up hills than down hills. You seem to know quite a lot but your progression is of an average standard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You search for knowledge through meditation. You question everything as if you are the only ideal creature. You wish if everybody has the same life mentality as yours. The past and the future predictions hardly influence your way of thinking and doing things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your behaviour is influenced by strong moral principles rather than religious believe. You blame the wickedness of human kind as the reason why the world is in turmoil. You are yet to make a significant contribution to the liberation of human kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behold son of man. Your confident and attitude towards this life is appreciated. I understand you believe in God. You believe that God only answers prayers for those who pray with their brains and physical effort towards their goals. A plain words prayer is only for appreciation. That is why you pray everyday in a form of hard work without a single word to God coming out of your mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behold son of man. Never give up the fight. You shall never allow the people of this world to drive you into wickedness. Their lives are determined by what they see with their eyes rather than what the see with the hearts. They have lost their senses. They can’t differentiate good from bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live without regrets. Regrets only brings you fear of future failures. They bring you sadness and kill your confidence. You are tired of being instructed by fellow human beings. Be humble on the face of the most high; be brave on the face of earth for the earth would like to dictates you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes and open the eyes of your heart. Close your eyes and open the eyes of your brain. You are the sole creature. The earth is all yours. You hear no sound of man creation. You see no sight of man creation. You feel and smell the freshness of God creation. You are your own master, your own dictator, your own teacher, your own pastor, your own president, only you and God. Nothing can stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday is for the dead, tomorrow is for the unborn, and today is yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this letter finds you well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kind Regards&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254059247677353095-3878834373549174132?l=makungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/feeds/3878834373549174132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2009/03/letter-to-myself.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/3878834373549174132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/3878834373549174132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2009/03/letter-to-myself.html' title='Letter to myself'/><author><name>Word Portal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954514760296839254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254059247677353095.post-607757898854380231</id><published>2009-03-23T20:22:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T20:42:18.193+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Liberate Jah People</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;“As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others”.&lt;/strong&gt; This was a powerful quote by the former president Nelson Mandela. This quote clearly defines what liberty is in a manner that even a layperson should be able to understand I believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the big question arises, is the presence of few liberated South Africans helping to automatically liberate others? The answer is no and I don’t for how will be answer remain like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its no secret that only few South Africans are liberated, the majority being politicians and their family members. There are many South Africans who still live under extreme poverty and they way they think today hasn’t changed from the way they use to think before 1994. They still believe that they are less capable, they still fear white people, and they still don’t have access to most basic infrastructure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Mandela said it’s a powerful statement but it has failed dismally in real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The early black people were known to have had a culture of sharing and loving each other. Looking at it now is as if that culture was built of the fact that nobody had anything by then and you had to share whatever you get because tomorrow could be you needing something, and the love was built on the fact that we had a common enemy. Today few blacks have enough to share with thousands but they have not interest at all, to the point where they even avoid being around the needy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We kind of blame laziness and apparent lack of interest on formal education as the reason why most blacks are still in poverty but looking at Mandela’s statement, freedom is when someone is liberated from his/her own fear. Some people don’t go to school because they believe they are too dumb for it or they have be told that by family members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many black people who still believe that certain things can only been done by white people. Most black people are still in the same state of mind they were during apartheid. The only thing that can help speed up the process of undoing the past is introduction black education. The education that white people has designed for blacks has no reference to any black intelligent person. All the kids learn about is white innovators and they only time blacks come to the picture is only on a history subject. And still, that history will be talking about how blacks use to kill each other and about all the fights they lots to white people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The few liberated South Africans are very satisfied with their achievements and all they think about is to retire early and just enjoy their money. The majority who are still trying to find their liberation are stuck with no power and no authority. Few people can liberate themselves but the majority need to be liberated by others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I urge all liberated South Africans to sit down and ask themselves if they have done anything to liberate others. They are many unemployed graduates looking for jobs and there many companies looking for their skills. The lack of liberty is the reason why those people cannot find each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A university graduate stuck somewhere is KZN or Limpopo rural area is more likely to stay unemployed longer than a grade 12 graduate living in Joburg.  You are stuck in a place where you hardly have access to a newspaper, that’s mean you have no access to any kind of opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The few liberated South Africans should make their presence felt in all areas where liberty it’s a myth. That is when their presence could maybe help automatically liberate others. If liberated people isolate themselves from people in need of liberty then South Africa will never be liberated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254059247677353095-607757898854380231?l=makungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/feeds/607757898854380231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2009/03/liberate-jah-people.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/607757898854380231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/607757898854380231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2009/03/liberate-jah-people.html' title='Liberate Jah People'/><author><name>Word Portal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954514760296839254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254059247677353095.post-2526926226332895989</id><published>2009-03-20T19:34:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T19:56:02.771+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mugabe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>Robert Mugabe needs another heart</title><content type='html'>After a long meditation I just discovered that there is no way Robert Mugabe’s sanity can be restored via AU mediations and United Nations intervention. Mugabe has gone through so much in his life to the point where his heart cannot take it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given his age, I assume Bob has a first hand experience of both colonisation and racial discrimination. I know racial discrimination still exist but I am talking about the time racial discrimination was legal. He has suffered to the extent that he cannot forgive and forget anymore. The problem begins when he started unleashing his anger of the past to also his fellow brothers and sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can guarantee you that not even a rehab can transform Bob to become a modern rightful leader. When he gives his instruction to repatriate white farmers, he doesn’t even need to justify himself. To him the past injustice by white people rather justifies everything that he does. Looking at it, Bob has not directly extended his punishment to the natives. The natives just relied so much on white people and when Bob decided it was a repatriation time; the decision affected millions of Zimbabwean who were working for those white farmers. This is an indication that black people owns nothing in Zimbabwe. White people controlled everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a weakness across all African countries. We claim to have won the freedom but still find ourselves reporting to our former slave masters everyday. The Zimbabwe land reform was not supposed to take this long. It was suppose to have been done the time Zimbabwe won independence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mugabe underestimated the volume of the damage or maybe he was not aware that black Zimbaweans didn't own anything in the country. To me this is very funny and stupid. The time the Germans decided to kill the Jews, that disaster didn't imapct on Germany's economy. The time the Jews left Egypt after slavering, there was no economic crisis in Egypt. I don't know the white people percentage of the total Zimbabwe population but i guess its less than 20%. Now that 20% less population was allowed to hold 99% of the total economy. Its very stupid of African leaders because the system is the same all across the continent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob also delayed the land reform for years and now he is doing it in an angry manner that ends up disadvantaging his own people. You need to have a sound policy that’s allows for a smooth transition without anybody getting hurt rather chasing people like animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mugabe needs to step down and allows people with fresh brains and kind hearts to lead the country. Africans must start taking controll of their countries and stop whining about how white people controls everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254059247677353095-2526926226332895989?l=makungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/feeds/2526926226332895989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2009/03/robert-mugabe-needs-another-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/2526926226332895989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/2526926226332895989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2009/03/robert-mugabe-needs-another-heart.html' title='Robert Mugabe needs another heart'/><author><name>Word Portal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954514760296839254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254059247677353095.post-95574811410964288</id><published>2009-03-20T01:14:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T01:37:07.305+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bin laden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>The Mystery of Osama Bin Laden</title><content type='html'>I was asleep last night when the story of Bin Laden mystery came to my mind. I woke up and decided to write about it. I just couldn’t believe that Bin Laden is still on the run and America has no lead in terms of where to find him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all their achievements in the world including travelling to the space, it’s unbelievable that American cannot find Bin Laden. I remember George Bush speech after the bombing of the twin towers when he promised Americans that he would find the people responsible. It has been more than seven years and Bin Laden is still nowhere to be found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bush even got a second term in office but still couldn't find Bin Laden. He was voted for the second term not because he was doing a great job. America was hoping that he would find Bin Laden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It also seems like America has given up the search and that would be the biggest mistake ever. Nobody is talking about Bin Laden anymore, that just gives him enough space, and time to plan his next attach if he is still alive.&lt;br /&gt;So far Obama has not shown any interest on searching for Bin Laden. He has more bigger challenge in the form of recession. Imagine you are a president and you have to deal with the problems of recession and also have to guard against the likes of Bin Laden. Obama has just decided to prioritize recession. People think Obama has inherited only recession but the truth is that he has inherited recession and Bin Laden. That was the Will left by the mighty Bush to his coloured son Barack Obama. The complexion of the whole Will is a bill. How kind of the George of the Bush. What a reckless father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is Bin Laden? I wish I could hide like Bin Laden. The whole world looking for you and nobody can find you. The funny thing is that all these terrorists wanted by America always appear on Al Jazeera. If Al Jazeera journalists can find Bin Laden and even interview him about his next attach, it’s weird that America cannot find him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just call it the mystery of Osama Bin Laden. If I could meet Bin Laden, I would faint. None of America’s technology could sense him. Not even their space satellite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The invisible Osama Bin Laden. What a character this guy is. I hope he doesn’t comment on this story because I would be in trouble.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254059247677353095-95574811410964288?l=makungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/feeds/95574811410964288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2009/03/mystery-of-osama-bin-laden.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/95574811410964288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/95574811410964288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2009/03/mystery-of-osama-bin-laden.html' title='The Mystery of Osama Bin Laden'/><author><name>Word Portal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954514760296839254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254059247677353095.post-318217572439839661</id><published>2009-03-19T20:38:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T21:08:37.213+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Crime Conspiracy</title><content type='html'>Different people have different views on what crime is and on what exactly cause crime. The dictionary definition of crime says crime is an illegal action or activity for which a person can be punished for and a criminal is a person who commits crime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People have their own definitions of crime and those definitions always try to justify and legalise crime. The biggest justification of criminal activity is poverty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor nations blame poverty for the high crime rate in their countries but there has never been enough evidence to support such a claim. Remember that crime statistics includes all kinds of crime and if you say poverty causes crime, you are saying people rape because of poverty, people murder their partners because of poverty etc. Jacob Zuma is facing corruption charges and don’t tell me that the corruption was influenced by poverty. There are many rich people in jail for committing different kinds of crime. Ask all criminals like Zuma and Shaik why they do crime, they will never tell you is because of poverty. Actually they will tell you there was no crime but just a small misunderstanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is also a lot of crime in developed countries like USA and Britain, where the employment rate is normally above 90%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If poverty is really a major cause of crime, I would expect the poorest countries to have the highest crime rate in the world, which is not the case. South Africa is not the poorest country in the world but we have one of the highest crime rates in the world, by far. The contradicting thing is that as our unemployment goes down, the crime rate keeps on picking up regardless of all the effort to create jobs for the people. The more we try to get out of poverty the more the crime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now lets say poverty is the reason for crime, what causes poverty? Poverty is generally caused by shortage of jobs or well paying jobs. Then who is responsible for creating jobs? In today’s world, the government is just an intermediary there to create a business friendly environment and also assist in facilitation process. Job creation responsibility is on the people themselves. Either way we are just the victims of our own medicine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crime is sin before it is a crime so looking at how religious the world has become, you would expect to see a huge down fall in the level of crime. Most of the major crimes that affect the development of the nation have nothing to do with poverty. Take Bin Laden for example. What he did in American was a big crime that still frightens most people who want to do business in New York City. Bin Laden is not a poor man. He was never influenced by poverty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need to look at how much of the total crimes statistics percentage is poverty related. Even if poverty causes crime but crime does end poverty so the reasoning is still wrong. Crime eventually makes you poor because you will end up in jail, and when you come out you are redundant. Educated or not educated, nobody wants to hire a former criminal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To reduce the level of crime you don’t need more police officers but to first research what causes certain crimes. You cannot solve the problem if don’t know the cause. In South Africa its even worse because being a police officer is still regarded as a general work. To become one you just grade 12. That is why we cannot prevent crime. Police Officers job is to chase criminals after the crime has been committed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe people need to go to school before they become police officers. We don’t need just man power but brains too. We need a school of police where a person goes for a three or four years course before carrying a gun. A school that will have different units like detective unit, terrorism and something of that sort. That is where I really blame the government because they still believe we need millions police officers in order to reduce crime. Million brainless people will not help reduce any crime. Most of the people who don’t know how to use their guns responsibly are police offers. They are not properly trained so to them a gun means power. You find someone threatening you with a work gun promising to shoot you. First lack of quality and then lack of fitness. There is not fitness training. Is like having a football team that doesn’t practice but only attends fixture matches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Politicians’ talks about tackling crime but when asked how they plan to do it; they talk about increasing the number of police officers. To me that is the most idiotic answer to the question. You have a losing team, and you want to improve the situation by adding more poor quality players into the losing team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, if crime is caused by poverty, how many crimes are foods related. I mean hearing a court case of someone who stole a loaf of bread. I would really volunteer to bail you out if you get arrested for stealing a loaf of bread. All we hear is people bombing ATMs; I mean that is trying to be a millionaire. An arms deal corruption was not because of poverty but greed. Black people will tell you that if they have to go to jail for stealing, it has to be something that worth it, like R2 million worth of gold. Some they even blame Zuma, not for being involved in corruption but for taking little bribes from Shaik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some crimes are caused by hatred, like blacks stealing from white people and Chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please note that poverty doesn’t cause crime. I am from a poor family as well but the idea of crime has never crossed my mind. There are different motives behind crime and few are poverty related. Some people do crime because they can, like politicians. As the citizens of the country, we have more responsibility of fighting crime than the government. We know who the criminals are and where they live. We know the damage they cause on the development of the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poverty does not cause crime but crimes does cause poverty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254059247677353095-318217572439839661?l=makungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/feeds/318217572439839661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2009/03/crime-conspiracy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/318217572439839661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/318217572439839661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2009/03/crime-conspiracy.html' title='Crime Conspiracy'/><author><name>Word Portal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954514760296839254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254059247677353095.post-2991914338629903964</id><published>2009-03-17T22:45:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T22:50:28.186+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social'/><title type='text'>The Global Recession, what does it mean to you?</title><content type='html'>The end of something lays the groundwork and the new foundation for something new. It’s no secret that the developed countries were at their economic peak and there was no going further. Their greediness got the better of them and that is why today everybody is talking about recession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world needed a change in power from America to actually anyone. For the change of power to happen, the current super power should lose its power first. I did expect the American economy to trail behind China’s economy but it was going to take a long time for America to do a complete handover of power to another country. America was never ready to give up the fight and that’s why they tried everything possible, including giving money to credit unworthy people with the aim of expanding the empire. Now they are in recession and not even Obama can help the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world needed new talents and new billionaires. We needed a change of wealth from the current bullies to new fresh talents ready to explore new ways of doing business. Fortunes are made when the solution is needed most and currently the world is ready to pay anything for a good solution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world was in dire need of unity since George Bush destroyed everything and there is nothing that unites people than a common problem or enemy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recession gives countries an opportunity to start afresh and also to rethink their current strategies. People will tell you that the poor will suffer more but they poor have always been suffering. They don’t even know that there is a recession because entire life in great depression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good news is that the barriers to the market are at its lowest if you have a smart idea. New billionaires will take the world out of recession and who knows, you might be one of them. A good business idea has to be a solution to a problem and now the world has more problems than people can handle. The world is in dire need for new ways of banking and new ways of marketing, actually just new way of doing business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets look at this recession from an entrepreneur point of view. More problems, more business opportunities. All the world needs is a good long lasting solution. During recession, there are less or no jobs at all so to survive you need to learn to create jobs for yourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next Bill Gates will come out of this recession; the next Warren Buffet will come out of this recession. The thought of it gives me some goose bumps and that’s encouraging enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254059247677353095-2991914338629903964?l=makungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/feeds/2991914338629903964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2009/03/global-recession-what-does-it-mean-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/2991914338629903964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/2991914338629903964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2009/03/global-recession-what-does-it-mean-to.html' title='The Global Recession, what does it mean to you?'/><author><name>Word Portal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954514760296839254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254059247677353095.post-4832474779477461205</id><published>2009-03-17T21:53:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T22:06:20.267+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social'/><title type='text'>Life is too long</title><content type='html'>I don’t understand when I hear people say life is too short when most of us cannot even survive an 8 hours working day, forget about Monday. “This Monday feels like the whole week, I cannot believe its still 10am, that’s just how long a day can feel like to a person.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I don’t want to talk about hours and minutes. The fact of the matter is that life is too long, more especially if you take some stupid decisions. Whatever decision you make in life in more likely to last you for as long as you live. Remember that if life was too short, we were not going to have long-term investments and 15 years of schooling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some mistakes can be corrected but some have a tendency of bringing some forever-lasting consequences. I am trying to put people into the framework of meditation before actioning any idea or thought. &lt;strong&gt;It’s easier to think hard trying to avoid mistakes than to think hard trying to&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;correct mistakes&lt;/strong&gt;. I know we learn from mistakes but some mistakes never give you a chance to learn. You make them and then you are finished. What do you learn from contracting HIV that will help in the future? What do you learn from life in jail that will help you in future? What do you learn from killing somebody that will bring his/her life back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would take you less than 30 minutes to get into debts but will take you years to correct such an error. Problems are easy to create but takes unreasonably way to long to solve. It would take you maybe an hour to rob a bank but 15 years is the punishment for such an error.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am condemning the “life is too short” approach because it’s a very gangster kind of approach and its better if you understand the consequences. Most of the short approaches results in a very long unbearable consequences that requires you to readjust your whole life. Most of the long sentenced prisoners had a very short criminal careers compared to the longevity of their punishments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would take you a second to contract HIV but it’s more likely to take longer before you die. The virus will make you a dead man walking. Its sad that punishment is never measured by the longevity of committing an error but by the impact and the volume of an error. Some punishments are never imposed by anybody but by the error itself. Nobody will sentence for contracting HIV. Nobody will jail for quitting your job. Nobody will jail you for deliberately marrying a serial killer. Live smarter for a long happy life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254059247677353095-4832474779477461205?l=makungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/feeds/4832474779477461205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2009/03/life-is-too-long.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/4832474779477461205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/4832474779477461205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2009/03/life-is-too-long.html' title='Life is too long'/><author><name>Word Portal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954514760296839254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254059247677353095.post-4459891077650681771</id><published>2009-03-16T01:18:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T01:34:00.651+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Without the bad things in life, you cannot appreciate the good.</title><content type='html'>From a personal experience and observation, I just thought I need to write about this because people don’t seem to get it. We tend to forget that this life is not perfect and to make it better someone needs to go through some rough time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problems are not meant to destroy us but to educate us. When you go through a rough time, it gives you an opportunity to face the reality and deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In most situations, problem appears to be the winner. Most relationships are no more today because of problems. People expect their relationships to be perfect and every time they appear not, it’s the end of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a piece of advice; never get married to someone that you have never gone through some rough time with. Most relationship don’t survive rough times and its only natural that if you have never experienced some, you will soon. Experiencing them for the first when you are married will do more damage than when you are still dating.&lt;br /&gt;If there is one thing that will make you appreciate more in life is going through bad things. You need to learn the hard way to realize the value of what you have lost then you can start afresh a much better person. When you are going through some bad thing, you need to give yourself time to reflect back and make up your mind if you can afford to lose. People need to date and break up before they get married. Breaking up will give you enough time to decide if you want to be with the person or not. It’s a test of love. If you fail to get back together then that’s it, you need to accept it and move on. It means the problem is much bigger than what you had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point is that the bad things help you realise the value of the good things that you had. If you go through rough time and then find that there is nothing good to reflect back on, then you need to move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dating its a married rehearsal. If you manage to overcome your differences and problems while still dating, then you are fit for the big one (married). If you fail the rehearsal, then you still have some learning to do. Don't go for the big one before you can pass the rehearsal because the big one is more than challenging.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254059247677353095-4459891077650681771?l=makungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/feeds/4459891077650681771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2009/03/without-bad-things-in-life-you-cannot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/4459891077650681771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/4459891077650681771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2009/03/without-bad-things-in-life-you-cannot.html' title='Without the bad things in life, you cannot appreciate the good.'/><author><name>Word Portal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954514760296839254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254059247677353095.post-995501221563925114</id><published>2009-03-15T15:31:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T16:02:14.856+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='culture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religion'/><title type='text'>Take me for who I am, but who are you?</title><content type='html'>Its easy to identify objects as you can see their shapes, colours, and sizes, but for most its almost impossible to identify and describe themsleves. People don’t know themselves and its even worse than I thought. I will talk about identity in a form of culture, religion, and character.&lt;br /&gt;I claim to be Venda cultured because I was born Venda but I cannot really explain to you about the Venda culture to the extent that you would be able to identify it from other culture. I know certain rituals and that’s as far as it goes but is till claim the whole culture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Religion it’s a tough one because people grow up following certain religions because that was a family religion but when they grow to an adult stage they usually chooses their own preferred religion. This mean religion is not purely determined by your culture, it is a choice that a person makes based on his beliefs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we come to my favourite form of identity and also the reason for this topic, character identity or self identity. Ask a friend to tell you about himself, he is more likely to talk about the person that you have never met in your life. People don’t know themselves and its not a joke. They are people who present themselves as kind and loving people, that’s how they know themselves but ask the people to live with them it would be a completely different story. People also struggle to differentiate between who they are and who they have become. Someone will tell you to accept him for the person he is, meaning the person he has become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We go through a lot of social challenges everyday and some of us even trade who are along the way. Defining who you are is not an easy thing because you need to know who you are first. People usually trade their self-identity for the environment they live in. A person who grows up in rural area is more likely to change the definition of who he is after four year of living in an urban area. We adopt the trends, make them part of our lives, and then claim that is what we are and who we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you have become is not what you are. Imagine yourself in world without laws, without peer pressure, a world with nobody to impress. People think laws makes us good people but laws only makes us comply to avoid punishment. It does change anything about a person. Following Ten Commandments does not make you a better person in the eye of God. Its also written in the bible that &lt;strong&gt;no one will be declared righteous in his sight by observing the law&lt;/strong&gt;. Following the law doesn’t change the person in you. I believe you can be righteous by principle, the bible says by faith. Most people don't follow the rules out of love and passion, but because of fear of pounishement. Following the rules to avoid punishment doesn't make you righteous and it doesn't give you any right to claim the status of being righteous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point is that some people define themselves by the laws they follows, some by the trends they follows, some by the culture and the environment they live in. The fact of the matter is most of what we think we are is what we have become, meaning that can change anytime if we move to a different enviroment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An identity of a person is how you think and behave without the law, how you think and behave without any form of punishment, how you think and behave without shyness, how you think and behave without wanting to impress anyone, how you think and behave, hell or no hell. Act of a genuine individual can only be justified by personal internal judgement, not external. The act of not committing a crime should not be justified by jail, but the internal righteous conscience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even in the bible, many people did things out of the framework of legality or out of the framework of their religious rituals but God credited those acts to them as righteous because they were influenced by faith or principle to achieve the righteous results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blessed are they whose transgressions are forgiven,&lt;br /&gt;Whose sins are covered.&lt;br /&gt;Blessed is the man whose sin in the Lord will never count against him. Romans 4, verse 7-8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This clearly tells you that following the laws can be wrong if the outcome is not righteous. We get it wrong because we have trashed our personal judgment and decided to live by the laws. Following the good laws will never make you a good person, but a good personal judgement influence by righteous conscience will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now its about time you claim back you identity. Its about time you use your brain against some of the laws when necessary. What is good to me can be very wrong to you, so you need to apply your mind without putting any law into consideration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The human brain has been lost in the framework of laws and that needs to change. It has been fenced in the name of religion and legality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sit down and interrogate your identity. Is what you are living today what you are or what you have become? There is nothing wrong about becoming something else but what could be wrong may be the reason for what you have become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the reasons Jesus Christ was crucified was for failing to comply with some of the religious and social rules of that time but God credited everything to him as righteous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254059247677353095-995501221563925114?l=makungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/feeds/995501221563925114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2009/03/take-me-for-who-i-am-but-who-are-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/995501221563925114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/995501221563925114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2009/03/take-me-for-who-i-am-but-who-are-you.html' title='Take me for who I am, but who are you?'/><author><name>Word Portal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954514760296839254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254059247677353095.post-2463285178677789012</id><published>2009-03-12T15:42:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T15:59:30.420+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religion'/><title type='text'>What is the purpose of religion?</title><content type='html'>I understand this is not an easy topic but someone have to talk and write about it. This writing was purely influenced by curiosity and I know there are many of you out there who wonder the same question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purpose of religion seems to differ from the religion to religion and from individual to individual. Ask a group of people that belongs to the same religion or church about their purpose of being religious, I can guarantee there would be few same answers. The time I grew up the general purpose of religion in my area was to live good so you can qualify for an eternal life with God in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are people who go to church because they are sick and they are just looking for a healing, nothing more nothing less. There are people who go to church because they need a job. There are people who go to church because they just have so many problems in their lives and they believe only God can take them away. There are people who go to church because it is a good thing to do and you appear righteous to the public. There are people who go to church because they grew up going to church and now it has become habitual. There people who go to church because they just feel that they cannot stand hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you look at all the reasons mentioned above, you will not find one person who goes to church motivated by the idea of being righteous. The decision to go to church is usually influenced by personal problems with the aim of improving life on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The religious people meaning of righteousness is completely different from the righteousness that I understand. In religions, is all about believing. To me being righteous is about differentiating between wrong and right; and then do the right thing. The difference between wrong and right is determined by the outcome of your action but in religion, the wrong and right is determined by the created believe and the goal. Bin Laden never felt guilty for bombing the twin towers. To him it was the right thing to do and he would do it again if he gets a chance. Religious people can justify anything that they do, bad or good.&lt;br /&gt;Religions appear to be more like politics, where a group of people with similar believes meet and decide to form a party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has changed so much in a way that even at church, there is less talk about the eternal life. Actually that is the last thing in peoples' minds. People just want to live good and that's all. The pastors don't care much where you go after you die, as long as you pay your 10% due to them. The focus is on capturing the masses through miracles and the other encouraging things for the average man on the street. The competition is tight to the point where people get to be paid to sit cripple on the wheelchairs for the pastor to pray for them so they can stand up and walk in front of the masses. This is a pure deception but religious people have a tendency of ignoring the bad part of their practice. They even ignore the illogical part of the bible and just focus on what they can justify.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There seem to be no common purpose of religion since different religions has been formed by different people and as new generations come; there seem to be a continuous change in the purpose. The religion owner has one purpose and the people who attend have different purpose depending on the amount of trouble in their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People have been enslaved to the extent where they lose their individual thinking and judgment. A top pastor in Venda sold his church to Rhema but that was completely ignored. Hey, someone sold you for cash and you still believe he is a God elect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think being religious would compromise my relationship with God. Now don’t even try. Maybe I should start my own religion, how about that. Bishop Lufuno Makungo, the idea gives me some goose bumps. Sounds like a great idea but need to put more thoughts on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purpose of religion shouldn't differ from the purpose of someone being religious. There got to be a commonality somewhere, otherwise i would question your sanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People need to define the purpose of their existence. God is the only earth righteous and rightful ruler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM NOT A STUDENT BUT A TEACHER&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254059247677353095-2463285178677789012?l=makungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/feeds/2463285178677789012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-is-purpose-of-religion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/2463285178677789012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/2463285178677789012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-is-purpose-of-religion.html' title='What is the purpose of religion?'/><author><name>Word Portal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954514760296839254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254059247677353095.post-9064196202399221629</id><published>2009-03-10T21:04:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T21:17:53.554+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social'/><title type='text'>Born Black</title><content type='html'>I still wonder when did this thing of black &amp;amp; white started because I am almost sure there were races from the creation. I also still wonder how did it started and who started it because it creates conflicts within the human race. Many people still believe that some races are more seperior than others are. Now the damage is done and there is no going back. There is no way that white people will accept that we are all white or blacks accept that we are all black. I mean, if we fights about who is African and who is not, what about a race that is determined by a colour of your skin? Now what does it mean being black and what does it mean being white? I know that you don’t have to ask a Nigerian man if he is black, you can identify him from a radio that he is black. What I mean is, besides the colour of our skin, what are other things that makes you a black person or a white person? You cannot tell you are superior to me because of the colour of your skin, there have to be something that justifies your superiority and if there is none, then we are the same. Even blacks, we are not exactly the same colour; there are darker blacks and lighter blacks.&lt;br /&gt;OK, is there a black brain and a white brain? I mean we have to find something different between us to justify this whole chaos. The war of race has shed so many blood and many lives are still going to be lost in a racial war. We cannot expect people to make peace with the situation when the two profiles are not the same. The black profile always gives you a psychological disadvantage because its associated with all the bad things and you have to prove yourself otherwise to be accepted. The white profile gives someone a psychological advantage given the fact that it is always associated with all the good things. Race is a man made division perfectly designed to appear natural. Blacks, as religious as we are, I would expect us to know better given the fact that creation according to bible doesn’t talk about race, or maybe we are just being ignorant as always.&lt;br /&gt;The fact that we see ourselves differently makes us react differently to one another. If I consider myself superior I will expect special treatment and if I consider myself inferior I will always humble myself in front of the so called superiors. There are many truths hidden within races to the point where blacks think all white people are clever. There are many myths with the races to the point where white people think all blacks are stupid.&lt;br /&gt;The racial profiling has now translated into tribal profiling. Blacks have learn from white people that being different means you should kill one another. The world is completely divided because of racial and tribal profiling. The Jews are some of the most hated people in the world. The Americans consider seating next to an Arab in a plain as a suicide. A black man will always be taken for a questioning if something is stolen. An Indian always looking for a discount, and a Chinese always ready to fake it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In human beings, there is 99, 99% commonality and only 0, 01% slight difference, which is colour. Yes, you are white and I am black then what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets just get along and stop this colour b&amp;amp;%*s**t.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254059247677353095-9064196202399221629?l=makungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/feeds/9064196202399221629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2009/03/born-black.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/9064196202399221629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/9064196202399221629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2009/03/born-black.html' title='Born Black'/><author><name>Word Portal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954514760296839254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254059247677353095.post-3170615544256620059</id><published>2009-03-09T21:05:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T21:19:36.575+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social'/><title type='text'>The Failure of Africa’s Democracy</title><content type='html'>To undo the past means fresh start and new beginning. It means new ideas and different approach. Today all African countries claims to be free meaning not being controlled by their former colonisers. Looking at where we are today in comparison with where we where during colonisation, you can hardly see a difference in form of improved life and access to the freedom that we claim to have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets take Johannesburg for example, you will all agree with me that the streets of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Joburg&lt;/span&gt; were much safer during apartheid than they are today. This poses a bigger challenge given the fact that we fought white people for our freedom, now we need to fight each other for the same freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets take Zimbabwe for example, though I don’t much about Ian Smith but I can almost guess he was a much better leader than Robert Mugabe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We fought for freedom and democracy but our situation seem to be worsening day by day. Surely there got to be something that we are not doing right or maybe doing something we are not suppose to be doing. Now lets try to analyse the situation into detail. The government laws during colonisation and apartheid were designed to make sure that the objective is achieved, which was to enslave black people’s minds. Then we went through a process of dialogue and military offences trying getting rid of colonisation and apartheid and that was achieved after a very long time.  One of the secret of wining a war is to know what you are fighting for. If you don’t know what you are fighting for you are more likely to lose the fight or to win but fail to enjoy the benefits of your victory. Just like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Telkom&lt;/span&gt;, they went to bid for a TV channel and they won. After wining, they realised that they don’t have content and that’s why they are spending a lot of money paying people who are not working. They are yet to flight their first programme. Like Africa, we fought for freedom but we seem not to have any idea what to do with it. That’s why most African countries are back to their former colonisers for a revised version of colonisation and oppression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing is that we have managed to get our freedom but we are still using the same colonisation and apartheid rules. That is why there is no improvement. We are still very much in the dungeon. We broke down the prison walls but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t move out of the prison. The fact that we are no longer fenced &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;doesn&lt;/span&gt;’t mean we are out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost all African countries are still using the same education system that was brought by colonisers. The same education that was very instrumental in enslaving the black people’s minds. The reason why we keep fighting is that we are applying the colonisation and apartheid laws to each other. We took over from our apartheid masters but never changed the rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need to change the colonisation education system and do our own. I went to tertiary myself but my first day at work felt like my first day at school, blank and a complete idiot even though I had a diploma. Our education is very much theory based and useless at the same time. Why do you think black education was not the same as white education?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Africa is very loyal its former colonisers and you struggle to under the logic for all the blood shed during the struggle. Many lives were sacrificed along the way just for us to be free. Religions also played a huge role in enslaving black people. To me religion is a biggest colonisation success story given the number of blacks who follows the colonisers’ religions. Now its even getting worse, black people goes to church seven days a week, though God has assigned one day a week (according to the bible). No wonder we are so poor, I mean when other people are working we are at church.&lt;br /&gt;These are all colonisation leftovers and we are just picking up where the pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know most of us are deep into this to the point where its almost impossible to correct but the least that we could do is to change things for the coming generation. Its never to late to start afresh. Other forefathers died for us now all we need to do is to work harder and pave way for the coming generation. The self-interested attitude needs to change. We don't have to personally benefit ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;Now brothers and sisters, back to basics. We cannot wish for the better future using the past laws.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254059247677353095-3170615544256620059?l=makungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/feeds/3170615544256620059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2009/03/failure-of-africas-democracy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/3170615544256620059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/3170615544256620059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2009/03/failure-of-africas-democracy.html' title='The Failure of Africa’s Democracy'/><author><name>Word Portal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954514760296839254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254059247677353095.post-3628073984542380858</id><published>2009-03-09T11:29:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T20:48:24.414+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Managers without Authority</title><content type='html'>All my life from primary school up until I finish my tertiary studies I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;couldn&lt;/span&gt;’t wait to be an employee. I mean that is how black education is all about; you go to school and then look for a job. Job creation was never part of the syllabus. All 16 years of going to school was spent preparing us to be employees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a developing country, its not an easy thing to get a job, educated or not educated. You are more likely to be a waiter/waitress before you get your dream job. After getting that dream job, its also not easy to make a positive impression in large organization, whether you are smart or stupid. It takes more than hard work to make a positive impression. There is too much application of personal opinion at work and most of the personal opinions appears to be very bad for the organisation. You are more likely not to progress in your career just because your boss &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;doesn&lt;/span&gt;’t like you. You are more likely to progress at work just because your boss likes you and you have a drink or two together on weekends. In large companies managers usually gets away with it because it takes times before their incompetence impacts on the success of the company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now one of the most challenging thing for junior employees is to report to someone who doesn't have authority. That's usually because you report to a manager who reports to a bully boss. You report to that person but he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;doesn&lt;/span&gt;’t have authority to fire you or reward your great performance. It’s a very strange thing but there are lots of organisation with such a weird structure, where there is only one decision-maker. It takes a board meeting to fire or promote a receptionist. Bully bosses usually makes decision based on their personal opinion and they only takes decisions that pleases them. Its never about the company but the boss. Do that because i say so, that's the rule of the game. They make you feel unwanted and worthless. They kill your confident and your level of commitment to the company. Their voices worth more than anybody else on the basis of their title. They hire when they feel like, they fire when they feel like, and they promote when they feel like. Everything is about them. They only take credits. Bully bosses are bullies for obvious reasons, they don’t have what it takes to carry their duties properly and the only thing that they do to be noticed is to apply bully tactics. They interferes with everybody’s responsibilities. They want to be informed of every petty decision taken and they want to sign all the client’s compliments letters. To me I think being a boss is simple, you hire people who will make your life simple rather than hiring people that will need instructions in every duty they perform. Bully bosses &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;doesn&lt;/span&gt;’t like hiring smart people. Actually, they try to eliminate all the smarties to make sure they are the only people who appear more valuable in the entire firm.&lt;br /&gt;Now here is the ordinary employee, working hard everyday hoping to be recognised and rewarded accordingly. He finds himself stuck with a manager who is bullied by his boss and who &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;doesn&lt;/span&gt;’t have any authority at all. You report to someone who doesn't have any control at all. It’s a funny structure but it’s the structure that does exist in most large organizations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;An employee has a responsibility to his manager and a manager has a responsibility to his employee. An employee’s responsibility is to give the best possible performance and the manager’s responsibility is to appreciate and reward the best possible performance.&lt;/strong&gt; In most situations, you find employees doing everything in their power to be as profitable as possible but it takes a very good manager to recognize such an effort. Most managers does notice good performance but do nothing about it. Some does notice it but they need to send a recommendation letter to the board, which can either be approved or rejected.&lt;br /&gt;As a boss, you need to give your managers authority so they can be accountable. A situation where you have to sign off whatever decision your manager make creates a culture of less accountability where your signature entitles you to share the blame every time things goes wrong. As a boss, you have a responsibility to your junior managers and they have a responsibility to their staff.&lt;br /&gt;Companies’ uses profit as a success measure, how the profit comes, it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;doesn&lt;/span&gt;’t matter. Board members only wants to see the figures going up, who gives a damn how they go up. The minute they go down, that’s when people start realising that the problem has been there for the last five years. It was never noticed because the profit has been good. Most large companies are badly run but they have a tendency of surviving for years. The consequences of that always lead to the complete collapse. During the peak profit time most problems gets to be ignored since they appear not to have any impact on the profit.&lt;br /&gt;Every single employee has a responsibility to the company and that should qualify all employees at bit of authority. You cannot expect people to be accountable if they don't have authority.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254059247677353095-3628073984542380858?l=makungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/feeds/3628073984542380858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2009/03/managers-without-authority.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/3628073984542380858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/3628073984542380858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2009/03/managers-without-authority.html' title='Managers without Authority'/><author><name>Word Portal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954514760296839254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254059247677353095.post-3975650357277570367</id><published>2009-03-01T20:44:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T20:56:07.966+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>Helen and Patricia are far ahead in this year’s presidential election</title><content type='html'>Helen &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Zille&lt;/span&gt; and Patricia De Lille are the candidates for the Western Cape Premier position. I cannot believe they have given up on winning the election so early. A month before election they already know that they are not going to win and have decided to go for other positions available.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s say you are a register voter ready to vote for Patricia or Helen, and now you hear that they have accepted nominations to run for the premier position. My understanding was that Helen and Patricia are campaigning to become the next country’s presidents, not premiers. I am very disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;Now I don’t understand why &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Zuma&lt;/span&gt; is panicking so much when most of his oppositions has no ambitions or hope of wining the presidential election. Only the Reverend poses a bit of a threat but other opposition leaders are already running for other positions except that of the president of the country. Oh, my bad, I just realised now that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Zuma&lt;/span&gt; is not panicking about wining the election but about wining his court case. That seems to be much of a bigger challenge than the presidential election. Surely, he wishes only if Julius &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Malema&lt;/span&gt; was a judge. The woodwork genius would have thrown that case out of court years ago. I mean its easy, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Malema&lt;/span&gt; was just going to tell the court that there is no enough evidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now am really worried about Helen and Patricia. I don’t see these two women beating the controversial former Reverend, Allan &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Boesak&lt;/span&gt;. To refresh your mind; this is the same &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Boesak&lt;/span&gt; who, in 1999, was charged for misappropriating over R400 000 of funds received from the Danish investment group &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Danchurch&lt;/span&gt; Aid. Its going to be a very interesting race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing about South African politics is that we have opposition parties that are there just to oppose, nothing more nothing less. Helen and Patricia are some of them. These two Misses dont give one much hope of a much needed political change in this country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helen and Patricia have made their intentions clear that they have no interest on wining the election or they have made peace with the fact that its out of their reach. I see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Boesak&lt;/span&gt; kicking some butts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254059247677353095-3975650357277570367?l=makungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/feeds/3975650357277570367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2009/03/helen-and-patricia-are-far-ahead-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/3975650357277570367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/3975650357277570367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2009/03/helen-and-patricia-are-far-ahead-in.html' title='Helen and Patricia are far ahead in this year’s presidential election'/><author><name>Word Portal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954514760296839254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254059247677353095.post-7942192299209538442</id><published>2009-02-24T21:42:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T15:57:00.494+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Can The Bishop COPE?</title><content type='html'>It is now official that the head of Methodist Church of Southern Africa, Bishop &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mvume&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Dandala&lt;/span&gt;, has been nominated the as the presidential candidate for the Congress of the People. I am saying it is now official that the bishop is here, did I hear amen? I am saying it has been confirmed that the bishop is heading to the Union Building, and I want to hear a big Amen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know much about the bishop but I know a bit about politics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without any doubt, this is politics at its best application and we should all be proud to be South Africans. It does not happen very often and also not anywhere in Africa, that someone can start a political party and be voted out as its presidential candidate. What interests me more is the fact that COPE went for the bishop. Not that I have something against the bishop, I am loving him so much and I cant wait to have a bishop president. Many people are questioning his political experience but that is very much irrelevant to what the bishop is here for. We are not looking for a political experience but a presidential candidate. Though the experience part is not much of an issue, there are couple of issues that I would consider them as challenges to the bishop. I wont unpack individual challenges but i would prefer packing them into one question: can the Bishop COPE?&lt;br /&gt;If he thinks being a bishop is tough, I would advise the bishop to think again. He won’t finish a verse in parliament without interruption. Not even a prayer before the meeting would be of any help. That’s one and he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;shouldn&lt;/span&gt;’t even try to overcome it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corruption. Politician cannot define the word corruption. The bishop will need to revise the political dictionary and makes sure that every word he put can stand on its own, it should not have any synonymous. Words like kill, eliminate, crush, and shower can be very confusing. Deployment can mean retrenchment, depending on the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know most of you were worried and concerned not knowing who to vote for. Now the bishop is here. I know most South Africans goes to church every Sunday and now the bishop needs you more than ever before. You just need to make a religious decision in a form of a political vote. Did I hear Amen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will kill for the bishop, I mean I will fast and pray for the bishop not kill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go the Bishop Go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Jesus name, Amen!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254059247677353095-7942192299209538442?l=makungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/feeds/7942192299209538442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2009/02/can-bishop-cope.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/7942192299209538442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/7942192299209538442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2009/02/can-bishop-cope.html' title='Can The Bishop COPE?'/><author><name>Word Portal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954514760296839254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254059247677353095.post-4480234157190231129</id><published>2009-02-21T19:40:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T09:07:36.021+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Enough is Enough</title><content type='html'>There is no question that black people can’t wait to see paradise. We are one race that is really looking forward to chill in paradise and rest with God and angels. Earth has not really been good to us and our level of commitment to churches says it all. We pray for justice everyday. We have worked so hard, slaved, attached by different disease and to most, the writing is on the wall: enough is enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We do have passion for planet earth but things are just not working out. The funny thing about being poor (not really funny) is that you become very vulnerable. You cannot cope with anything on this planet. When the heavy rains come, your roof leaks. When it snowing you are still the victim. When its hot you burn more than anybody else. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Eish&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can imagine us sitting around the fire with angels, entertaining them about our chaotic reminiscence. Telling them everything from slavery to apartheid, colonisation to dictatorship, heavy rains to the blazing sun, racism to fascism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heaven is our only hope and if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;doesn&lt;/span&gt;’t exist, then I don’t know. The history of evolution does not give one much hope but it better exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know some of my natives are now smiling saying to themselves thinking that no matter what, they are in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The challenge is that your painful earth experience &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;doesn&lt;/span&gt;’t automatically qualifies to go to heaven. Its sad that most of my people pray to God for all the wrong reasons, like asking God to help you win lotto. Most prayers address challenges to improve personal physical life with less focus on preparing for life after death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we have a huge challenge here, planet earth has not really been kind to us and the criteria for entering paradise are even tougher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, there is the third option, which is evolution. Being human its not for us and its about time we evolve to become something else. With all the technology, I think we even have a chance to decide on what kind of creatures we want to be. Be careful what you chose to be because there is no going back. Otherwise, you will find yourself featuring in Durban July as a horse. As a hare, I don’t see you surviving a week in the jungle.&lt;br /&gt;If we don’t step up the game black people will be no more in the next century. One of the major mechanisms of evolution is through natural selection, meaning survival of the fittest. Here I would use quantity as a measure. Given their dominance in a form of quantity, I would say we would evolve into Chinese. They seem to be COPING more than whites are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine blacks evolving into Chinese. I mean, we would be good as Chinese i think. what do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254059247677353095-4480234157190231129?l=makungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/feeds/4480234157190231129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2009/02/enough-is-enough.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/4480234157190231129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/4480234157190231129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2009/02/enough-is-enough.html' title='Enough is Enough'/><author><name>Word Portal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954514760296839254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254059247677353095.post-2455670957802107221</id><published>2009-02-15T21:10:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T20:52:53.400+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>South Africa’s Democracy Level of Maturity</title><content type='html'>Given our history, South Africa has a unique political system and the division of the past still plays a huge role in determining the winner at the poll. There are people who &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;doesn&lt;/span&gt;’t care what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ANC&lt;/span&gt; does but will vote for it because it’s a black party. This poses a huge challenge to the white political parties given their minority status.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ANC&lt;/span&gt; has been ruling South Africa for about 15 years and even though there were some good achievements, the country needs a change. There is a huge difference between the 1994 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ANC&lt;/span&gt; and the 2009 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ANC&lt;/span&gt;. There motives are different and so the action and the behaviour. Before 94’ most of our politicians were volunteers with one thing in their minds, to free the people of South Africa from the apartheid government. Now that was achieved and then what. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ANC&lt;/span&gt; is like a father who goes to work everyday claiming that he is working for his children but when he is paid, he uses the money for himself and does little or nothing for the kids. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ANC&lt;/span&gt; mission was to bring democracy to South Africans but now it seems like the mission was to free the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ANC&lt;/span&gt; itself, nothing more nothing less. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ANC&lt;/span&gt; is enjoying this democracy by far more than any South African is. People are recalled based on the internal crisis rather than poor performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;African countries are used to learning the hard way and South Africa is no exception. One of the things that African people should learn is the role of their leaders. We always go to the poll with these huge expectations and at the end of the day; it only results in a war because I don’t see a leader who can deliver to the African people demands. When you become a president, you are expected to make everything run so smooth and give everything free, free houses, free education, free medical aide, and free money just to count few.&lt;br /&gt;One of the things we need to learn as well is economics. African people believes that government has unlimited budget because they are the one who print the money. Whatever we want, we expect the government to just turn on the printing machine and deliver on the demands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;South Africa is not a socialist country and one thing you need to understand is that the government relies more on you, not the other way around. Government does not generate money by working but by taxing you. This means that if you are not working the government will go broke as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now revise your wish list when you go to the poll this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ANC&lt;/span&gt; has been bad in the previous years and lack of quality oppositions is the only key to their survival. The only time you hear of SA opposition parties is during elections. After the elections, they become the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ANC&lt;/span&gt; ambassadors. They criticize everything and also help advice on who is not doing well and who should be the next minister of health. This leaves South Africans with no choice but to abstain from voting or vote for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ANC&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;One of the reasons Mugabe has survived for so long was due to lack of quality opposition and surely most Zimbabweans &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;couldn&lt;/span&gt;’t imagine Zimbabwe without Mugabe. He came to power just like the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;ANC&lt;/span&gt;. Zimbabweans looked at Morgan just like South African’s view of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Holomisa&lt;/span&gt; and other minority parties. Morgan still looks like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Holomisa&lt;/span&gt; to me. He is just fortunate that Zimbabwe is disparate for change and he is the only available candidate. This is the situation that South Africans are like to reach if they don’t get rid of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;ANC&lt;/span&gt; soon. There are couple of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;ANC&lt;/span&gt; members who are capable of what Mugabe is doing. Imagine Julius &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Malema&lt;/span&gt; as the president of the country. Do you really thing he would accept defeat at the poll? I doubt it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254059247677353095-2455670957802107221?l=makungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/feeds/2455670957802107221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2009/02/south-africas-democracy-level-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/2455670957802107221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/2455670957802107221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2009/02/south-africas-democracy-level-of.html' title='South Africa’s Democracy Level of Maturity'/><author><name>Word Portal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954514760296839254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254059247677353095.post-9050565846509711203</id><published>2009-01-31T21:34:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T20:54:26.826+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social'/><title type='text'>Africa in a Permanent State of Recession</title><content type='html'>While America and Europe are panicking, trying to cope with recession, in Africa (Zimbabwe as a typical example) it’s a great depression. When America is talking about the collapse of their banks, Africa has the highest number of people who don’t use banks and not because they don’t want but because they have nothing to put in the bank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my neighbour back home in Venda once asked me what recession is and while I was explaining, he told me to stop. When I ask why he said he cant believe that the world is only noticing recession now while he has been living in recession all his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reality is that Africa is in a permanent state of recession and all thanks to our greedy incompetent dictators and African people’s idle minds. Some people will tell you that it is the way of life but I refuse to agree. Don’t tell me it’s the way of life that Africa should tolerate bad leaders. Its also not a way of life for African people to be lazy.&lt;br /&gt;African people need to change the way they think, the way they do things and also reduce their level of obedience. I know our obedience is due to our dependence on others but that needs to change as well. We need to reduce our level of trust. We need to reduce our level of confident on others. I am not saying people should hate each other or something of that sort but i am encouraging self-reliance and independence, which can also help reduce hatred and anger in this world because you wont have anybody to blame.&lt;br /&gt;We must reduce our level of dependence on stimulus packages (government social grant). We have ignored ourselves for years and its about time we take charge. We need to stop waiting and start doing something. We must start being in control of our lives in contrast with life controlling us or being controlled by other people. Our situation it’s a pure morality failure and lack of self identity. Life is difficult when you are living it from outside but easy when you are living it from inside. Living life from outside I mean life determined by outside forces.&lt;br /&gt;A country &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;doesn&lt;/span&gt;’t need a good leader to be successful but good people. Africa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;doesn&lt;/span&gt;’t need Obama, Mandela, or another Abraham Lincoln. Africa needs African people to start being involved in their lives rather than relying on their leaders.&lt;br /&gt;All the buts, the ifs, the when, and the how can only be answered by yourself. You know your problems better that anybody, so why do you ignore yourself when looking for answers and solutions.&lt;br /&gt;Obama made it very clear that yes we can. He never said yes he can because he knows that its not up to him but to people of American.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Politicians are self-interested people with a very bad track record of delivering on their promises. African people reliance on their leaders is yet to bear fruits, which &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;doesn&lt;/span&gt;’t seem very likely. African people are very lenient and loyal to their leaders and they are famous of making peace with bad situation and get on with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In South Africa with Jacob &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Zuma&lt;/span&gt; on the waiting list to become the next president of the country, the future is not looking very bright.&lt;br /&gt;Recession is part of most African people’s daily lives and instead of doing something about it, some have opted to adjust. That’s why I call it a permanent state of recession because we have accepted it and to us its normal. We are some of the most religious people on earth but still the poorest. You don’t pray for results without action but for your action to produce good results and that’s why our prayers are still to be attended to because we only pray for results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can pray for years but if you don’t fix your roof, it will leak forever. Africa’s roof has been leaking for centuries because nobody is prepared to mend it. God brings rain to every nation but he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;doesn&lt;/span&gt;’t do farming or reserving of water, that’s our job. This is a movement for change and we need to start living our lives to the fullest and to our liking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254059247677353095-9050565846509711203?l=makungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/feeds/9050565846509711203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2009/01/africa-in-permanent-state-of-recession.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/9050565846509711203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/9050565846509711203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2009/01/africa-in-permanent-state-of-recession.html' title='Africa in a Permanent State of Recession'/><author><name>Word Portal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954514760296839254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254059247677353095.post-1216344451481666748</id><published>2009-01-24T21:42:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T21:44:28.749+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social'/><title type='text'>Ideals vs. Reality</title><content type='html'>Your ideal of something is the thing that seems to be the best possible example of it. The word “seems” highlights the fact that ideals are imaginary and people need to get that into their heads. Most ideals are not man made and those that are man made have a tendency of changing complexion with time to become ordinary again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though its almost impossible to achieve success in getting your ideal husband, wife or any ideal thing you may wish for, people should still have ideals to be able achieve a reasonable standard of the dreams. If you aim for gold you are more likely get at least a silver but if aim for nothing you are more likely to get nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though ideals are necessary, people still need to learn to accept the reality of life given the fact that ideals are not always achievable. The impossibility of achieving your ideal &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;doesn&lt;/span&gt;’t mean the end of life, not saying you should settle for less. There are simple ideals that can always be achieved, like an ideal house, an ideal car, and even an ideal job. The success purely depends on the amount of effort you put in, but an ideal world dream is worth giving up. An ideal wife or husband dream worth a try, an ideal house or car dream deserves all the attention and soon you will find yourself cruising in that M3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ideal world would be the one free of crime, free of poverty and fighting, just peace and love. The fact that crime and wickedness is part of everyday life &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;doesn&lt;/span&gt;’t I should kill myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a many friends who would one day love to make a lifetime commitment to somebody but given the lack of quality in today’s men and women, they feel that the rather be alone than settle for less. To most people in world, Barack Obama is an ideal president but he has never been a country’ president before. People have developed so much trust &amp;amp; confident on him and for any sane human being, you need to give it your best to live up to the expectations. Obama knows that people have confident on him and he does not intend to prove otherwise. He is prepared and ready for the challenge. He is willing to do well and he fully understand that he please the whole world, making him not a perfect ideal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your dream was to drive an M3 and only to find that you can only afford a 320i, why don’t you give that 320i a chance? You have never driven it before but you already have all these negative perception about it. Even if you finally buy the M3, if you are a bad driver you are more likely to hate it sooner than later because it will not be able to cope with your attitude towards it.&lt;br /&gt;Your ideal house won’t be ideal forever if you don’t look after it. An old dirty house can also be turned into an ideal one if you buy it and renovate it, meaning sometimes you can be an ideal engineer. You can manufacture your own ideals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before setting out your ideals, you also need to check if you are an ideal yourself. Do you possess the qualities that you are looking for from others? You do find cheaters looking for well-mannered partners. You do find criminals looking for a decent place to stay free of crime. Most alcoholics hate alcoholic partners.&lt;br /&gt;I know people have a tendency of demanding from others what they need to get from themselves. A tendency of expecting what they cannot even offer themselves. A tendency of being unrealistic to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yes, you need to be cautious or else you will end up a killer on the other pillow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a reality check&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254059247677353095-1216344451481666748?l=makungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/feeds/1216344451481666748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2009/01/ideals-vs-reality.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/1216344451481666748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/1216344451481666748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2009/01/ideals-vs-reality.html' title='Ideals vs. Reality'/><author><name>Word Portal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954514760296839254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254059247677353095.post-7032738224462428896</id><published>2009-01-20T21:50:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T21:52:41.485+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>Barack Obama- the 44th President of the United States of America</title><content type='html'>On February the 10 2007, when Obama announced his candidacy for the President of the United States in front of the Old State Capitol building in Springfield, Illinois, I thought to myself “it worth giving a try”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barack Obama is now officially the 44&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; President of the United States of America. He belongs to the White House Oval Office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to compare him with Bush because they are not comparable. There got to be similarities somewhere when comparing two things and there is none between Obama &amp;amp; the former president George Bush. Choosing even some of his rivals into his cabinet shows his commitment not only to the people who voted for him but to the America as a whole. His multicultural background makes his an ideal candidate for the super power. He has a native understanding of the world challenges from both white and black perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is America’s 44&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; successful transfer of power from one leader to another. You have to give Americans credit for that and that should bring a huge lesson to African countries. A democratic electoral process does not always goes according to your liking and for us to be successful; we need to start by accepting outcome of the elections. We need to learn to agree to disagree. Pursuing personal ambitions without clear understanding and assessment of the challenges facing the country always lead to dictatorship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me Obama is an ideal candidate for any country. He makes promises like any politician but the difference is that he put more emphasis on the fact that the outcome would purely depends on the commitment of the ordinary Americans. They are the ones faced with challenges and they should make an effort to turn things around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 20&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of January 2009 marks the change in the unity of the USA. America is no longer united race, by tribe, by religion but by the people’s commitment to freedom and equal rights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been long since America had a president who has interest in both the USA and the world. He clearly indicated that power alone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;couldn&lt;/span&gt;’t protect America, neither allows them to do as they please. He is prepared to extend opportunities to every willing heart and remake America with Americans. He puts challenges in a content of opportunities.&lt;br /&gt;Even though he was never the likeliest candidate for the office, his success reduced the value of George Bush to zero. Americans were desperate for somebody to something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suspect the name White House was to make sure black &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;shouldn&lt;/span&gt;’t even dream about it. Obama ignored that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254059247677353095-7032738224462428896?l=makungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/feeds/7032738224462428896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2009/01/barack-obama-44th-president-of-united.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/7032738224462428896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/7032738224462428896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2009/01/barack-obama-44th-president-of-united.html' title='Barack Obama- the 44th President of the United States of America'/><author><name>Word Portal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954514760296839254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254059247677353095.post-4823460164139406194</id><published>2009-01-19T21:33:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T21:35:47.694+02:00</updated><title type='text'>What does Barack Obama’s victory mean to the world?</title><content type='html'>There is no doubt that after tomorrow’s Barack Obama’s inauguration; this world will never be the same again. Obama took a chance that most of us, black or white, cannot begin to imagine. People have been preaching this equality for decades without the actual implementation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the question is what does Barack Obama’s victory means to the world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me first it means the maturity of Americans or the world given the fact that most Americans are not actually Americans but immigrants from other countries around the world. This means that people of the world living in America have spoken and they have decided to rule themselves in contrast with being ruled by the natives. America has been recruiting talents all over the world for years with the aim of becoming the economic super power but never in their wildest dream ever thought that these slaves would one day turn into the leaders of the country. The slave has evolved to become the master.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to be too cynical about Americans but given their track record sometimes you just can’t help it. Obama won votes from all the tribes and races’ living in America and this is a very positive change and signal that we are all equal. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Obama's&lt;/span&gt; victory is a statement that racial divisions do not matter anymore to a majority of Americans. This is a sign that Americans are tired and will never tolerate mediocre leadership from anybody irrespective race or tribe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no white brain; there is no black brain but brain. There is this freebies mentality in most of the black society and most might be thinking that they can even get a free American citizenship to become a hobo America. Give it up and revise your ambitions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is freedom and democracy at its best. The minds that have been caved for years are starting to liberate and Obama’s has given a sample of the kind of results that can be achieved. He has rooted out the biggest virus that was installed in people’s minds that says you can’t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that to most people the 20&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of January 2009 has already been planned that it’s a big party and people will just drink and dance to celebrate Obama’s inauguration. Obama himself would be disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;The 20&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of January 2009 marks the freedom of humankind. The 20&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of January 2009 marks the power of the dream. Martin Luther King dreamt, Obama achieved the dream. This means that you can dream for your kids to achieve great things in life. Dream of rain &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Modjadji&lt;/span&gt; will bring it. Dream of a goal &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Ronaldo&lt;/span&gt; will score it. Dream of a try &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Habana&lt;/span&gt; will score it. Dream of a formula one victory and Hamilton will win it for you. From today, please share your dreams just for in case there is someone capable in the presence who can achieve the dream for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 20&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of January 2009 marks the evolution of slavery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’And to those Americans whose support I have yet to earn, I may not have won your vote tonight, but I hear your voices. I need your help. And I will be your president, too.’’Barack Obama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always knew that I could, but not more than I know now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change has come not only to America, but also to the world. And yes we can, and we will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barack Obama takes office as the 44&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; President of the United States of America. Love &amp;amp; Peace, war no more. It was a tough life in the Bush.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254059247677353095-4823460164139406194?l=makungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/feeds/4823460164139406194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-does-barack-obamas-victory-mean-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/4823460164139406194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/4823460164139406194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-does-barack-obamas-victory-mean-to.html' title='What does Barack Obama’s victory mean to the world?'/><author><name>Word Portal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954514760296839254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254059247677353095.post-4120557419578491302</id><published>2009-01-13T23:21:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T23:25:45.950+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religion'/><title type='text'>At Least Three More Jesus Christ</title><content type='html'>From Adam to the current generation, human beings have done all the bad things and even God punishments has done nothing to stop the wickedness of human kind. Adam &amp;amp; Eve were punished for eating from the tree that they were told not to eat from but that lesson was not enough to stop men from their wickedness. Human beings continued with their evil lives and God grieved that he had made man on earth then brought flood to destroy every single creature on earth. That as well was still not enough for a man live good. After the flood, men went all the way to even try to build a tower that reaches to the heaven. Then lord said if people speaking the same language have begin this, then nothing they plan to do will be impossible for them. He confused their language so they will not understand each other. Today there are hundreds of language schools all over the world, men teaching each other their languages so they can continue with their wickedness. Every thing that God does they always try to beat it. They can see rain three months before it rains. They can see sun three months before its shines, in the process confusing each other because now we plan around those forecast and speculations rather nature itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He even sent his son Jesus to come and save us but they killed him, and then justified his death as something that was predicted and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;prophesised&lt;/span&gt;. It seems like God will need to send a couple of more sons (Jesus) because the world is now more evil than ever before. Churches have been commercialised and preaching the word of God is now a way of making a living. The competition is getting tougher people are even going to school to become qualified and better pastors, then claim they have been anointed by God. Some churches empty some full because churches and pastors have become more important than God himself. We believe more on each other than God. Religions are being put ahead of righteousness. Churches rituals more important than the Ten Commandments. The bible revised over and over again to suit the current generation. Miracles have become the core marketing mix to become the top pastor. All those things in the name of God, the focus being on improving personal social lives rather than building a righteous society and going to heaven. &lt;br /&gt;People are motivated by evil than good.&lt;br /&gt;Greedy, anger, jealous, and hatred is the name of the game. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death, pain, flood, Jesus, none was effective to make human being righteous. The question is what is next?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254059247677353095-4120557419578491302?l=makungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/feeds/4120557419578491302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2009/01/at-least-three-more-jesus-christ.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/4120557419578491302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/4120557419578491302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2009/01/at-least-three-more-jesus-christ.html' title='At Least Three More Jesus Christ'/><author><name>Word Portal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954514760296839254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254059247677353095.post-6033771386262554913</id><published>2009-01-06T21:59:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T09:42:25.601+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The Search for Liberty</title><content type='html'>A free mind is an empty mind, free &amp;amp; full of nothing. Think of children, in most situations you will have to beat them so they can behave according to your liking. There minds are free and they always get first hand experience in everything that they do with no reference to anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your freedom is not outside but inside. The outside world is full of history that is more likely to determine your life in contrast with you being yourself. Its full of books that claims to bring success and happiness. Image you were one man in this world, no history no references. What would you do? Would you sit down and mourn or would you act according to your thinking &amp;amp; personal judgement?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People have decided to put their ideas aside, their judgement aside, and then go for the tried and tested. They have ignored and neglected their own ability to think. They have convinced themselves that they are less capable and others are more capable. They are so sure of other people’s talent than their own. Nobody was born a slave nobody was born a master but you make yourself what you want become. Nobody will give your freedom but yourself. Nobody will make you a master but yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No motivational speaker knows you better than yourself, making you the most suitable motivator. You know yourself better than anybody does; you know what you need and how much you need it better than anybody does. Why go outside to search for what is inside you? Why look for a coach with no background information about your situation. All the mess in your life you created it and only you can correct it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We lose our identity to other people’s identity, we lose our thinking to other people’s thinking, and we lose our God given talent to other people’s talent. Our minds are loaded with information that we don’t need. We live our lives from outside rather than inside. External forces rather than internal personal thinking &amp;amp; judgement influence us. We react to the world rather than the world reacting to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wickedness of human kind is prevailing, people ruling over each other. Human beings owning human beings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before seeking for help from anyone else, seek it from yourself. Nobody knows what you need until you tell them, so you are always first to identify the problem, putting you in a better position to even find a solution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moral of the story: be your own teacher, master, and be your own motivator. Determine &amp;amp; rule your own destiny. You don’t have any reason to trust someone else more than you trust yourself. They know nothing about you and their information is there for debate &amp;amp; judgement, not to be followed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See fresh think fresh. You are born with no history so you create your own formula. To avoid any confusion, cut the middleman. Your life should be determined by yourself, your God &amp;amp; nobody else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254059247677353095-6033771386262554913?l=makungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/feeds/6033771386262554913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2009/01/search-for-liberty_06.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/6033771386262554913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/6033771386262554913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2009/01/search-for-liberty_06.html' title='The Search for Liberty'/><author><name>Word Portal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954514760296839254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254059247677353095.post-5393738990780794611</id><published>2008-12-31T10:20:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T10:25:02.745+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religion'/><title type='text'>The fall of Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;So the Lord God said to the serpent, “Because you have done this, cursed are you above all the livestock and all the wild animals! You will crawl on your belly and you will eat dust all the days of your life. And I will put enmity between your offspring and hers; he will crush your head, and you will strike his heel.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the woman he said, “I will greatly increase your pains in childbearing; with the pain you will give birth to children. Your desire will be for your husband, and he will rule over you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Adam he said, “Because you listened to your wife and ate from the tree about which I commanded you, ‘you must not eat it’, cursed is the ground because of you; through painful toil you will eat of it all the days of your life. It will produce thorns and thistles for you and you will eat the plants of the field. By the sweat of your brow you will eat your food until you return to the ground, since from it you were taken; for dust you are and to dust you will return”. Genesis 3, verse 14- 19.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the reasons why people got to church is because they don’t read the bible and they rely on their pastors to read it for them. Most people to go church so they can improve their social life on earth, whereas the bible talks about preparing for heaven. They pray for better jobs, the pray for luxury cars, they pray for big houses, they pray for all the miracles so they can have a perfect life on earth. The bible says their rewards are in heaven but people still pray to be rewarded on earth. Peter was just a poor carpenter. He demanded no reward for all his good work of healing and baptising people. He collected no money from nobody. He was a righteous son of God who knew what he was doing and what for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given the simple life of pastors making a living out of the church money, it seems like the judgement given to Adam in the Garden of Eden is nothing to go by. People pray for easy life, ignoring the judgement given in the Garden of Eden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fall of man was not because of himself, but because failing to be himself. Adam was told to eat from that tree, it was not his own idea of eating from it. Most Christians will tell you that you are not suppose to do certain things but they cannot even quote where in the bible does it say so. In some situation you find that its not even written in the bible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before Christ, churches were there and they use to operate in the same way the do now. The death of Christ was not an error but deliberate and he was not killed by criminals but by senior priests and pastors, who today claims they believe in him. They never believed in him when he was alive because he was disagreed with the way the use to do things. They killed so they can continue doing with their lives without any disturbance. The original version of the bible in no way to be found, just for a man to be able to edit the bible according to his liking. The death of Christ was hugely justified in the bible as something that was meant to happen and could not have be avoided.&lt;br /&gt;Churches has been commercialised and people cannot even see the gap between God and religions. People are so much into religions but less into God. They have decided to believe in the fellow human beings than God.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t go to church due to lack of proper understanding of religions, so to me God is my religion, pastor and everything. I have cut the middleman. Even in any business, cut the intermediary and you will see the increase in your annual net profit. You avoid unnecessary stress, unnecessary cost, and unnecessary confusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you should understand is that the intermediary is not there for you, but for himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People don’t believe in themselves and they are also not interested in finding out their original self. The bible is very straightforward and does not need any interpretation. The minute you start interpreting, you are changing the face of it and you more likely to mislead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Human beings have become fake creatures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please read, and read to understand, not to believe or follow. The bible talks about what Peter did. You don’t have to do the same, you are not Peter. The question is what do you do yourself. God gave you life, not live like Peter but to live like yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't develop principles based on the religion, chose religion based on your principles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am righteous by principle, not religion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254059247677353095-5393738990780794611?l=makungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/feeds/5393738990780794611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2008/12/fall-of-man.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/5393738990780794611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/5393738990780794611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2008/12/fall-of-man.html' title='The fall of Man'/><author><name>Word Portal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954514760296839254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254059247677353095.post-7798050502377553846</id><published>2008-12-28T14:48:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T22:02:48.601+02:00</updated><title type='text'>There is no failure being yourself</title><content type='html'>My life is purely based on morals and principles rather history and bible, not saying I disagree with the history and the bible. To me both of them are just testimonies of other people’s lives and surely that brings a huge lesson to any generation. I don’t believe that there is a book of life because my life is unknown until I live it. There can only be a history of my life, but before I live, don’t tell me how to because I was born with that talent. Telling me how to live is more like beating the purpose of my existence. Is like telling me that I am useless and I have nothing to offer in this planet. You can only fail when trying to duplicate someone’s life but if you live your life there is no failure because you know what you are doing, you are the only master.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t teach me how to run like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Usain&lt;/span&gt; Bolt because am not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Usain&lt;/span&gt; Bolt. Don’t teach me how to swim like Phelps because am not Phelps, just allow me to swim.&lt;br /&gt;I see people modelling each other with the aim of duplicating the same success. I see people modelling Jesus, but none of them is prepared to go via the cross as he did. There is only one I and if I start acting like someone else, I rather be dead. Is like telling God that he was wrong to bring me here because I have no idea what to do. There is no teacher of life in this world and who ever claim to be one, you must know that he is teaching you his or her own life. Life is in you and that’s why you don’t need a teacher. I see people driving miles to go and get something they need to get from themselves. Happiness is in you, love is in you, life itself is in you, and nobody knows you better than yourself, so you can only be your own teacher.&lt;br /&gt;The world is confused because of people who claim to know better. You know better about your own life but not about mine. I was born clean, with no sin. A sinner is someone who has committed a sin. Just to clarify the myth that we are all born sinners. I am righteous by principle, not religion. The genuine love &amp;amp; purity from within. No external forces can drive me to wickedness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Image a world where all human beings live their own lives in good morals and principle without duplicating each other. You can only stress about Mugabe and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Zuma&lt;/span&gt; if you want them to do something for you. I am talking about a world where you don’t need anybody’s favour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don’t teach me your life, I have mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254059247677353095-7798050502377553846?l=makungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/feeds/7798050502377553846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2008/12/there-is-not-failure-being-yourself.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/7798050502377553846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/7798050502377553846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2008/12/there-is-not-failure-being-yourself.html' title='There is no failure being yourself'/><author><name>Word Portal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954514760296839254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254059247677353095.post-1345502300931030128</id><published>2008-12-20T19:37:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T19:38:47.624+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social'/><title type='text'>Sense of identity</title><content type='html'>This life should be about me, I, and self. It &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;shouldn&lt;/span&gt;’t be about you, they, or them. It &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;shouldn&lt;/span&gt;’t be about the history or the future prophecy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t steal and I don’t kill, not because I was told not to or read it somewhere else, but because its against my principle. Do not try to live according to the book. A book is a testimony of someone else life and if you live according to it, who is going to live your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We struggle to survive because of trying to duplicate other people’s lives. Everybody wants to be Jesus; everybody wants to be Bill Gates, Donald Trump, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Mittal&lt;/span&gt;.  We research how they did it aiming to duplicate the same strategy, leading us to failure and failure. Look at kids, they react according to their feelings, and they appear more interesting than adults do because they don’t behave the same. Everybody will tell you that they were good at certain things at their early age. We fail to pursue that talent because they are people who get paid to teach the other way around. They convince you to follow different careers that you never even thought of in you entire life.&lt;br /&gt;Before taking all your focus to your role model, you need to find out about yourself first. Who are you and what are you good at? You are born with a talent and that is exactly what you need to pursue.&lt;br /&gt;You were not born to be Jesus Christ or Bill Gates, but to be yourself. By failing to be yourself, you risk to be too much dependent on others. People of Zimbabwe are suffering because they rely on Mugabe. Some people are worried about Obama being the President of America because they rely on government. In South Africa, we are so concerned of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Zuma&lt;/span&gt; becoming the president of the country next year. We are doubtful about his capability to provide good life for all. If you can’t do it yourself, how do you expect &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Zuma&lt;/span&gt; to do it?&lt;br /&gt;People will also call you a failure, not because you are failure, but because you failed to live up to their expectations. Mugabe is one of the most successful individual on the planet, but Zimbabweans will tell you he is a failure because he failed to live up to their expectations. The same with Bush and Saddam.&lt;br /&gt;Think as an individual, be yourself, read the books but don’t live according to them, listening to teachers and preachers but don’t live according to their teachings. Listen to musicians but don’t live according to their lyrics. Watch the movies but don’t live according to their actions. There is only one you in this planet and if you start duplicating other people’s lives, you are defeating the purpose of life and your existence. &lt;br /&gt;Remember, you don’t need to pay money to pursue the career of you dream. You are born with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254059247677353095-1345502300931030128?l=makungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/feeds/1345502300931030128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2008/12/sense-of-identity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/1345502300931030128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/1345502300931030128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2008/12/sense-of-identity.html' title='Sense of identity'/><author><name>Word Portal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954514760296839254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254059247677353095.post-494789916156247262</id><published>2008-12-18T22:41:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T19:41:12.572+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social'/><title type='text'>Forget about them</title><content type='html'>Forget about what they saw and see fresh&lt;br /&gt;Forget about what they thought and think fresh&lt;br /&gt;Forget about what they did and do fresh&lt;br /&gt;Forget about what they heard and hear fresh&lt;br /&gt;Forget about what they discovered and discover fresh&lt;br /&gt;Forget about what they taught and teach fresh&lt;br /&gt;Forget about their nuclear, forget about their guns, and forget about their wickedness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The righteousness of the motherland shall prevail, and down with the wickedness of the oppressors&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254059247677353095-494789916156247262?l=makungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/feeds/494789916156247262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2008/12/forget-about-them.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/494789916156247262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/494789916156247262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2008/12/forget-about-them.html' title='Forget about them'/><author><name>Word Portal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954514760296839254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254059247677353095.post-5603419117265357152</id><published>2008-12-18T22:39:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T22:40:45.144+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social'/><title type='text'>Freedom of the natives- it doesn’t have to be about them</title><content type='html'>It &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;doesn&lt;/span&gt;’t have to be about what they see but about what you see&lt;br /&gt;It &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;doesn&lt;/span&gt;’t have to be about what the saw, about what you see&lt;br /&gt;It &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;doesn&lt;/span&gt;’t have to about what they hear but about what you hear&lt;br /&gt;It &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;doesn&lt;/span&gt;’t have to be about what the heard, but about what you hear&lt;br /&gt;It &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;doesn&lt;/span&gt;’t have to about what they say, but about what you say&lt;br /&gt;It &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;doesn&lt;/span&gt;’t have to about what they do, but about what you do&lt;br /&gt;It &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;doesn&lt;/span&gt;’t have to be about what they did, but about what you do&lt;br /&gt;It &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;doesn&lt;/span&gt;’t have to about what the teach, but about what you teach&lt;br /&gt;It &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;doesn&lt;/span&gt;’t have to be about what the taught, but about what you teach&lt;br /&gt;It &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;doesn&lt;/span&gt;’t have to be about what they think, but about what you think&lt;br /&gt;It &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;doesn&lt;/span&gt;’t have to be about what they did, but about what you do&lt;br /&gt;It &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;doesn&lt;/span&gt;’t have to be about what they do, but about what you do&lt;br /&gt;It &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;doesn&lt;/span&gt;’t have to be about how they do, but about how you do&lt;br /&gt;It &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;doesn&lt;/span&gt;’t have to be about how the did, but about how you do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It actually &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;doesn&lt;/span&gt;’t have to be about how the think or thought, but about how you think&lt;br /&gt;It &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;doesn&lt;/span&gt;’t have to about what they believe, but about what you believe&lt;br /&gt;It &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;doesn&lt;/span&gt;’t have to about how the love, but about how you love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;doesn&lt;/span&gt;’t have to be about them at all, but about you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254059247677353095-5603419117265357152?l=makungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/feeds/5603419117265357152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254059247677353095.post-4640937732791090689</id><published>2008-12-12T20:58:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:00:53.976+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social'/><title type='text'>Behind every success and failure</title><content type='html'>They say behind every successful man there is a woman. I am not sure how true that is because the biggest failure and fall of human kind in the Garden of Eden was caused by a woman. All African and Asian dictators are married and their wives have not really been getting enough credit for their failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not saying women are bad but I am just against the idea of profiling each other and crediting ourselves only when it suits us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254059247677353095-4640937732791090689?l=makungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/feeds/4640937732791090689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2008/12/behind-every-success-and-failure.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/4640937732791090689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/4640937732791090689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2008/12/behind-every-success-and-failure.html' title='Behind every success and failure'/><author><name>Word Portal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954514760296839254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254059247677353095.post-6723053011166218721</id><published>2008-12-12T19:32:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T11:55:21.475+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social'/><title type='text'>Miseducation of the natives</title><content type='html'>One of the thing that was used to colonised and slave black people was education, actually that was the only thing used. People were taught to be humble, they were taught to ignore their culture and religion, they taught that black is inferior and that white is superior, they were taught not think for themselves, they were taught that certain knowledge is restricted to certain race. Michelangelo painted a picture of his uncle and black people were taught that it was a true picture of Christ. Some people can even tell you that you look like Jesus, by referring to the same picture. The bible was painted white, but black people were taught that its their religion as well and they should follow it. With no questions asked, all black people are Christians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all goes down to education. The question is what is education?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Human lack the ability to think as individuals and that is the main cause of their miseducation. Education comes from within, not outside. Teachers’ job is to unlock student’s mind, not feed those lies, and all different things written by fellow ordinary individuals. Kids end up in the wrong careers due to misguidance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to Venda, everybody is teacher, everybody is a nurse, everybody is a police and soldiers. That doesn’t mean they were born teachers or soldiers, but those were the only careers offered during their time and no questions were asked. Its called a herd instinct, follow the majority.&lt;br /&gt;When does your intelligence kicks in as an individual? Is not being rebellious, is being yourself. We live by feelings, which make us creatures with no principles.&lt;br /&gt;We are worried about Zuma being the president because we are not independent enough. Zimbabweans are suffering for the same reason. Saddam Hussein died for the same reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget about what you were taught and think fresh, forget about what you saw and see fresh, forget about what you ate and eat fresh, forget about what tasted and taste fresh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6254059247677353095-6723053011166218721?l=makungo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/feeds/6723053011166218721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2008/12/miseducation-of-natives.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/6723053011166218721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254059247677353095/posts/default/6723053011166218721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makungo.blogspot.com/2008/12/miseducation-of-natives.html' title='Miseducation of the natives'/><author><name>Word Portal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08954514760296839254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
