Mzukhology

The Magic is in your Heart,  You choose how you want it to manifest in your Life. In despair and fear, Some of us let it die and rot inside, then we start hating existence itself. Dearing the Devil to try his best. Fuck, i don't know how to write this, too many thoughts in my head. Let me take a swing, if i miss, i miss... A long time ago,  i read a theory somewhere that states: When the Bible says: Gen: 2:7 "...And the Lord God formed man of the dust of the ground, and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life; and man became a living being..." What happened on that day, is that God shared some of his 'powers with us'. At the time i never paid much attention to it. Laughed it off. Until recently when i read 'The Lost Symbol' by Mr Dan Brown. In the book biblical scriptures were quoted: Psalms 82:6 "...I said, You are gods..." John 10:34 "...Jesus answered them, “Is it not written in your law, ‘I said, “You are gods”...&qu

😭 🌧🌧🌧🌧🌧 It's raining in our hearts, Not because we have a a terrible Life, But because the world is waiting for us to shine so they may dance under the colours of our Rainbow. 🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈 💃🏾🕺🏾💃🏾🕺🏾💃🏾🕺🏾 Shine Mntan'omnyama...😁 Evaporate the dark clouds out of your Life, Because they are not leaving until you shine. 🌤 Some of us are the Hopes of our Families, That's not pressure, it's motivation. A very valid reason to wake up and keep going.😇 Shine 🌞 # Mzukhology

When this year started, I was a man. a man with clear goals to achieve, nonetheless a man with no strategy... I was in panic mode, anxious all the time. The panic started a rot inside me. I was waking up every day to perform mandatory tasks [eat, bath, work, etc] and drink myself to sleep. I really thought the drinking would help, what a fool i was. The drinking got worse, i was escaping, escaping to hell, just to crack jokes with the demons and "forget". All that time I didn't notice that the warmth of the Devil's chambers was incubating my rot. I was sitting in fertile ground with poison ivy in the rots of my shoes. The rot got worse, Worse to a point that it was no longer inside. It was starting to sprout and show signs on the outside. I could see spring, I could see it blossom to a MESS. A bittersweet miracle happened, COVID-19. Talk about Honey and Pain. The President of the Republic announced a National_Lockdown. I wanted to sing Amazing Grace because thos

"...Khwela Sow'Bhatele..."    ~A Xhosa proverb I have been pondering this phrase for hours. With the co-thought of a good friend, where have successfully established two philosophical vantage points with endless applications as outlined below: (1) [...The Sunk cost fallacy. Which is defined and describes as when an individual continues a behaviour or endeavour as a result of previously invested resources (time, money or effort)...] I pre-apologize for this, but an example that low hanging fruit and which I plan to pick is the relationships we as times pursue as a generation. Ladies am not picking on you, BUT, how many times have you heard "We have been together for chomi" or "He is the father of my child I must bekezela" <...Vele ku ngase ndiqhabe umntu...> Anyway, This is the sunk cost fallacy in play. Due to the time invested in and bonds sort of permanent created in the relationship, one feels it's worth enduring until de

"... Love is not Happy with Evil but is happy with the Truth ..." ~1 Corinthians 13:6 The thing we introduced to pre-marital relationships and we call dating is dragging the name of Marriage through the mud. There is a reason it was and is still called 'Holy Matrimony' but I will not get into that now. Right now I want to get into this thing we invented without the Churches approval and against its wishes, we chose to call 'Dating' ***Story Time One day, on a bronze summer afternoon. The sun was showing off the beauty of its colours as it danced with the atmosphere nearing the horizon, to meet its fate and fall off to the other side of the World. A young lady, walking up the street with peaky breast shooting through her princess Cinderella t-shirt. Had freshly relaxed hair so silky you'd swear she washed it with diamond dust. Eyes so big, innocent and filled with a crisp hope of the future. While walking up the streets, making her way to the Spaza shop

"...When he awoke, the dinosaur was still there...." ~Augusto Monterroso What type of Dinosaur so you think it’s was???🤔 T-Rex?? Or those tiny ones from Jurassic Park that like to fuck shit up 😅 The truth is 😒 It's yet to be discovered. It probably never will be. It lives in the attic of my soul. It only ever comes out when I'm alone. It makes a lot of noise when people are around, But only I can hear it's wailing sounds. I always keep my voice low.... It's my way of compensating for the loud noises I constantly hear... 😔 But, I am the Dinosaur Hunter 🛡🗡 And I live to fight another day... # Mzukhology *

Laying on my back on the soft block paving of the Apartment Building, Looking at the young evening sky with dawn throwing its last kicks... A gas Lighter in one hand and a cigarette in the other. Destruction and Potential, Only kept apart by my fat arms and hairy chest. A lady walks by, Doesn't finish walking by. Stops, And comments how cute it is that i am studying the night skies, " Stars are full of wonder, they are Angels watching us " She said. " Yeah, they are " I replied. Then the lady finished walking by. Laying there, Laying on my back on the soft block paving of the Apartment Building, Looking at the young evening sky with dawn throwing its last kicks and showing signs of giving up and accepting its fate, it's over... Laying there, Looking at the top floor of our five storey building, I was wondering whether a jump would kill or cripple me. The distance didn't seem long enough, So i put all my chips on "cripple" and postpone