Home at last!

As I walk across an open land in Main Street, Johannesburg, then I realised how I know this place like the back of my hand. I feel the land beneath my feet, and the sounds floating in the air just makes me feel complete. Its official, I’m back and I can feel it in my blood. My spirit is one with the place.

I don’t know why I’m still frightened, because I know my way around here. The concrete walls, the eventful streets, the venders on the sidewalk, yes there is more to discover, but I’m not in any hurry. I think I need a moment. The conversations in every corner keep piling up, as I observe the afternoon madness.  The atmosphere is thrilling here as always.

I spent so many mornings just trying to resist this place, I’m trembling now, and you don’t know how I missed this place. Everything is as if we never said Goodbye.  

I miss the early morning madness, and the magic in the making. I don’t want to miss any more moment of it. It won’t be long till the lights start shining, and the cameras started turning.

This world has waited long enough; I have come at home at last. And this time I’m going to make it bigger and better than you knew it. Could there ever be a place that can make me feel this way?

Yes! everything looks better and it’s as if, I never said goodbye. 

I’m back, Again

It looks like I’m back in Gauteng to stay for a while longer.  “It may not seem as great as cape town” some people say, but ‘boy’ the only person who understands how awesome and great I am lives here. And I think he is one of the few who understand how great this place is.  I do not know if this is my final destination, the only thing is that if I want the best results, I should visualise the best options.

I feel limited at times. There are something’s I feel I cannot do at this moment, but my friend who knows me very well, can do all I cannot. I have heard and said that people come in to your life for a reason, bringing something we must learn.  Well I don’t know if I believe that as the truth, but I know I’m who I am today because I knew some people. 

Who can say that I have changed for the better or worse? All I can say, because I lived in the places I did, I have been changed for the best and I’m finally back.

Credit rules the world

Can you imagine what the world would be like if the was no credit? Can you imagine your life now if there was no such thing as credit? Take a step back and imagine a credit free world… it’s almost impossible right? To some people the idea is more appealing, but once we analyse the impact of not having credit on the economy, let alone the world, the idea will not seem as great as it sounds.

People say “money rules the world” and I say Credit powers the circulation and gives growth to  money. In a nut shell, Credit gives birth to more money.

The shoes we buy on accounts, the student loans we take to study, the loans we take to but the flashy cars and houses, and the interest rates that is charged on a monthly basis, that’s what creates more money.

I sometimes wonder how the Africans lived before the whole introduction to the system of money and economies. I wonder how the days were during the years of King Shaka Zulu and his warriors, when people lived in villages and they had no worries about having too much credit or too little money to survive. When wealth was measured by the amount of life stock you had either than the numbers in the bank, governed by people who take a slice of your cake on a monthly basis.

Without credit, the world would not be what it is today. ‘Damn you debt! You got me working like a slave…

Born to live and survive

We were born to live and survive... 

At the beginning of the New Year we make resolution to better ourselves and to get rid of old habits. Basically we are planning how to survive.  While we exist in this world, we are faced with a number of challenges that we have to overcome in order to “survive” as I put it.  We sometimes find ourselves in situations and living in circumstances that we never thought that we can ever be in. this may be because we took the wrong turn in the maze, just for the sake of survival.

It’s been said that as humans we have the need to be loved and to belong to a social group.  It is in these very groups that we find destruction. “Not everyone is grateful for your success and developments in life” an old lady once said to me. These very people whom we call friends and pillars of strengths might be digging your grave. It’s only a matter of survival. 

The only thing is to have Hope, faith, peace, love and to believe in ourselves.

How the Hell did we get here?

How the Hell did we get here?

In these modern days which we live in, a University Diploma, or degree is practically nothing without experience. It is not completely nothing, but according to my understanding, it is basically knowledge combined with minimum experience.  Gone are those days where people graduated and jumped into fantastic jobs.

How the Hell did we get here? My cousin and I came to this very question as I was going through the Sunday newspaper and she was complaining about her mundane activities.  “I never thought that I will end up with a crappy job” she said. Is that how thing become before getting the ultimate post? Do we have to settle in the 1.8 square metre offices before we get to the corner, top floor office with a private bathroom? Maybe it’s beyond the physical life and there is some sort of thing that needs to be spiritual done in order to be where we want to see ourselves.  

The efforts we make while studying and money we give to tellers so we can invest in education does not get us to the end of the road. Instead, it buys us the ticket to be in the amasing race of becoming successful. What’s the point? Well the point is that you are well educated, and you view to life is deeper and much broader way.  Unless you were anti-social and crammed text books just to get by.

“Just go and get experience” they say. The big question is, where are we going to get the good experience from?

We seemed to know the maze very well; how the hell did we get here?

Pulse

Pulse

I remember the time when I created this blog. Its purpose was to learn how to write, and how to be creative. Even though the main purpose was to get marks for Media Studies 3 subject, I took it upon myself to discover my ability to write.  Indeed, I realised that I could write. I can finally and proudly call myself a blogger, and not just a blogger; I am a blogger that loves blogging.

So I sit on my desk in this New Year, and breath life to this blog, I can already feel the pulse. I can already see the posts and pictures hanging. I can already see myself creating everlasting memory in the digital space. My heart pounds with joy and excitement because of the discovery of my talent and amasing skill.

So here we go, 2012! Get ready to be

blown away…