PHDS

So a lot of black people are jealous and often don’t support other’s endeavors .I don’t understand why as a people we often excel in this pull him/her down hence my assertation that we have PhDs. Its evident in businesses when you offer goods and services to your kin. Most of the times they try hard to pull you down by negotiating the price down and getting these for next to nothing .The same applies at work when there is a vacancy .Telling your kith and kin is at your own risk. Once inside they often stab you in the back with a wild smile on the face. This leads to information being withheld and not shared.

There are different businesses built on ideas by entrepreneurs who mostly by identify and find  a solution to an 

existing problem. Others come with original business ideas that are new and unique but addressing a problem .

Others bring in a new ideas or services that have never been offered before in the area  while some identify an 

existing business idea  whereby they try and offer a superior or alternative product or service to an existing clientele

 in attempt to beat an existing competitor. Some win and some fail dismally ! For example if you open a hair salon run

 from a container ,for years you struggle to build a clientele and start making money .It will take years to excel in the art

of making hair  and once the other people see that there is a lot of customers now going to this saloon ,others open 

another container/s on both sides of the existing container .Nothing wrong with this but why then do you 

choose a own location far away from this existing business? Over the years a relationship would develop 

between the hair stylist and the customer that even offers of a cheaper price wont notice them to the new business

. I have seen in most cases businesses built upon this ,going down faster than they were started .

 

There is this worrying tendency of the pull him down syndrome. Maybe I am the only one who sees it .In most 

cases where you get a black brother work or employment at your work ,they make it a mission to get you fired 

.Even if they are not qualified to do your job ,a cleaner will get you fired when they don’t even have a matric yet

 your job entails a diploma. Now I have heard people complaining that people withhold employment information

 nowadays. Can you blame them ?Stop pulling others down and start running your own race motherfuckers !

 

I have a lot of Somali and other light skinned friends .When they run businesses ,their business succeed mostly 

because 90% of their support and customers are from within  their own race and communities. The same can 

not be said about my black brothers and sisters. Black people can easily pay for goods and services at White/

Somali owned business without negotiating but will negotiate and peg prices on goods sold by blacks.How dare you ?

How does the goods of a similar quality have different values depending on who is selling ?Yes some brothers and 

sisters charge exorbitant and ridiculous prices .These of course can go jump .

 

We need to wake up as a people and stop this nonsense of pulling others down. Walk your journey and when a 

brother or sister succeed ,applaud and celebrate with them. Success is like fruits in a tree. Same tree but different 

ripening times. Some fruits even rot .Wait for your time.

(c) The One

Of societal Black sheep and judgments!

 So I am a black sheep .Of the family ,society ,complex and my age group .I am not the only one. There are thousands of people across the various walks of life who have been labeled black sheep. Some may say this in whispers while to some this flows in the pipeline and the corridors of their thoughts. How is this significant to other people's lives ? Often people wonder and worry over other peoples lives.Not that they care what the other eats or whether they sleep under a roof. They worry over insignificant aspects of other's lives often judging the lifestyles lived. I don’t drink beer  and there is nothing wrong with the fact that I don’t drink beer .There is nothing wrong with those who drink either .To compensate for not drinking beer I drink coffee. I remember being judged by somebody because I bought a bottle of Jacobs Kroning coffee .The reason? Black people who buy and drink Jacobs Kroning coffee thinks that they have made it in life. For real?

 I wear shorts and often walk bare feet. I have seen people staring at me like I am crazy. Others do outrageous things. I remember growing up of which the vast majority around me walked bare feet. They had no shoes. Thorns were abound. Its ok when white fellas walk bare feet but not okay for me as a darkie to walk bare feet. Why? Who decides then what norms are acceptable to society? Irrespective of doing good and living life to the fullest, nobody seems to care about how good you are to others, but people are often castigated for walking bare feet, drinking even responsibly and living their lives within your own space. People get pissed off by this.

 I am single father of three beautiful children. I don’t stay with my children but when time allows, we spend time together and be crazy. Do crazy shit. Live life to the fullest. I remember taking my kids to the Central Karoo for a holiday. Deep in the middle of nowhere. No internet and no cellphone reception. All we had was time to bond and bond. I often try and make sure my kids have enough. But to some I am a black sheep because I don't live with my kids. Not that I care. If I love the kids, why can't I stay with their mother, they often ask? Good question but the fact that I don’t live with her on its own is a good reason. Then there are the so-called ATM fathers. They make sure that they support their kids even if they don’t spend time with the said kids. Doesn't it take a village to raise a kid? Why does society invest energy in judging and castigating instead of doing good. We talk of a society where the majority are Christians. Doesn't the bible say Judge not lest you do be judged?

 I am not better equipped to say that I am right in attacking the behavior of society, but it makes me wonder why the good people in the society can't influence and grow positive energy for good to triumph over bad. It's easy for a guy to buy beers for others in a pub but hard for one to buy a hungry neighbor one loaf of bread which cost even less than a quart of beer. How many times do smokers donate cigarettes? Is buying other beer and giving cigarettes’ the only acts of kindness that is abound?

 All I am saying is we waste a lot of time in our lives worrying over minor things that won't really make this world a better place. Who cares if I am a loner. Does it matter if I date beyond my racial or tribal boundary or age group? And if I drink Jacobs Kroning instead of your preferred coffee? Who cares and why do you care? Does this add value to your life or my mine? Society must wake up and start worrying over things that add value to both societal and individual needs of those within the periphery of their geographical, class and religion. Life is too short to waste pondering over nonsensical issues. One thing I have learnt in life is judging from afar is easy. Wear my shoes for one day. You will only understand once you walk the same journey. In future before judging imagine if you were in the other persons shoes. Always be open minded.

(c) The One 

 The Curse of my Penis

The title may be a bit off but what other title would be perfect. I remember seeing her for the first day walking down the street swinging her bums effortlessly. By then I was in a relationship. Once we met, Richard my friend did most of the talking while I sat in the driver sit. She just stood there next to Richard. Her voice was soft like porridge. I could tell from where I stood that she was the same height as me. She was too tall for a woman. I am 172cm tall by the way.

In a space of less than ten minutes, I knew she was a single mother of one and she was a lawyer by profession and studying to become an Accountant. She has recently been defrauded of half a million rands she had invested in a trucking business .Her business partners had apparently sold the trucking business behind her back and migrated to the US .Their  business with Richard concluded we bade her farewell . I drove off to drop Richard but I can admit that I was impressed and taken wishing I had met her earlier .I accepted that I was in a relationship and as per norm life went on. If I was single I would have made her my wife. Yes wife but I  almost forgot about her.

A year later the cracks in my relationship grew bigger and everything started falling apart .We would argue over small issues and in some instances there were physical brawls. I personally abhor domestic violence .I remember as a 14year old when my father came back from town to our rural home where my mother confronted him about his wayward and cheating ways. I was dead asleep when I was awoken by my mother’s cries of agony and groans. My father was sitting on her torso beating her .She was covered in blood .I picked a stone but I could muster enough strength to hit my father .I ran two kilometer's in the wee hours of the morning to seek help from my uncle. My ex made me relive the nightmare of domestic abuse.

Before I broke off with my ex, we were talking, the next moment I had a crash and bang. I saw stars as a plate hit me on the head. I was in shock, but I laughed in surprise. How did we get here I was asking myself. I walked out of the house and took a walk around the complex trying to clear my mind. What the hell had just happened and why? I came back and my ex was not even apologetic but furious that I had walked away. Things deteriorated and it was unbearable at home. She then left.

After my plate throwing ex had left, I was alone for two weeks. The curse of my penis led to so many erections that made me remember the soft-spoken qualified lawyer who I had met a year before. I hoped she was still single. I called Richard and asked for the lady’s number. After a lot of dilly-dallying Richard finally acceded to my request and gave me the number. Contacting her and introducing myself she was initially reluctant to meet me but that was all an act. I later learnt that she had dream about me being her God given husband. All year long she had been waiting for me to make contact. We hit it off. I was madly in love. Or so I thought. Was I though?

She told me so many stories. As someone in love I believed it all. Most of the stories were too good to be true but I was blinded by love. All the signs were there but I saw none. She started pushing away all the people around me away. It just became us. Me and her. And her daughter. My 75year old white neighbor was accused of racism. When I kept contact with her, I was accused of having dated her and still worshipped her as my ex-sugar money. I played right into her hands.

So, the distance between me and all around me widened until I was on an island. Then the castle of lies came crumbling down. She didn’t have any professional qualification. She wasn't a lawyer and never studying to become an accountant. Not even a matric certificate existed. Her permit was fake, so was her driver's license. I remember driving with her to Malmesbury one day. She wanted to buy some toiletries for her flat. We went into Clicks, but she had miraculously forgotten her bank card at home though she had her purse. She asked me to pay and will EFT me once she got home. Sorry, that's the only money I have, and I must buy chicken feed tomorrow, I said." Don't worry, I will do the payment ", she assured me. I dropped her at home and ten minutes after dropping her I got a sms from her stating that she has made the payment. Your guess is right, it was a lie. She did not even have a bank account! Everything she had told me turned out to be a lie. I also realized that she has taken me to places where her ex’s contacts played around, be it church or perceived friends. All I got to do was to service an itching erection while I was just a rebound to her.

This was the curse of my penis .I blindly destroyed many friendships only to be left out in the cold. Friendships and relationships shattered. You think they lie when they say the Devil you know is better? I still have those itch erections but once beaten, twice shy. Maybe it's time for me to use my hand. Will Mary and her beautiful five daughters make me happy tonight? These are the rumblings of a mad man!

© The One