Mzukhology

From the day I was born until 2001, I drew my inspiration came from my dad. That man was just my full time hero, he had 6 beautiful children that he all loved dearly, a car, a wife, a house, I have to admit, at the time I didn’t appreciate the fact that he was there for me, because there was no Khumbul/eKhaya back then, but yes, am also thankful that he was there. When I get a girl pregnant I am going to be a better him. Then I went to do my grade 1 and 2 in Mpumalanga, then in that era of my life it was my aunt, God bless that woman. She is strong woman, the iron lady, the way she held the whole family together, took every challenge upon her shoulders, and most important of all, she prayed for us all, damnt she still prays for us all, that is one hell of a woman trust me. When I take a wife, please God install Her strength and essence into her. Then I went to primary school, by then, my mom sent me to a “model C” school, so you can imagine who my hero was then. Yes my Mom,

Where does your inspiration come from?? In the Bible, there is an extract from the book by King David, the Psalms of David: Psalms 121:1 (KJV) “ I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills, from whence cometh my help ” So David prayed to the Lord and that did worked magically for him, now, what about you?? Where do you draw your inspiration?? Where does your inner help come from?? And we all know David lived to please God, that was his purpose in life, ever since he was a little boy looking after sheep, so it would make sense for him to look at the hills, BUT what is your purpose?? When we are young, our life inspirations are mandatory. You do your homework because you know your teacher will beat you up tomorrow at school, you clean your house because you know your mother will beat you up when she gets home and the kitchen is still filthy (Yes, there is a of beating up in Africa). But do you see what I mean, all these are push factors, and they work to a certain point in y

How to harvest wisdom and knowledge!!! Jah your are right Bro, one has to go through mic route eventually, even though ndisoyika, one day is one, but then one of the fears i have is what is said in the Bible,m pha ku Matthew 25 vs 13 "watch out, then, because you do not know the day or the hour" (am sure you know the story about the 10 girls). so jah i think i have reached a point in my life where i am really thirsty for the wisdom of God (Jehova to be specific, the almighty). and strangely last night i read Proverbs again, and i bumped into something that was soooo relevant to the way i feel, it was like the Holy Spirit sent me to read it, it was [Proverbs 2 vs 1-6] "1.My child, learn what i teach you and never forget what i tell you to do, 2.Listen to what is wise and try to UNDERSTAND it, 3.Look for it as hard as you would look for silver or some hidden treasure"... for me those # verses are very powerful, one should know that the word of God, His in

Evening Dan, I went through your content and have noticed that I fall under  Phase 2  of life, the  Searching , because I feel I lack/need purpose in my life. I am beginning to question everything about myself and what I am doing. I feel like work can be more than just about getting a pay-check at the end of the month, spend it through the month till the next one. I know most teenagers dream of the day they can be finally “ independent ” and buy stuff for themselves without bothering their old folks. I know this because I was exactly like that when I was in school, I also know this because I hear people talking about it almost every day. People be talking about how “I can’t wait to work”, trust me I know exactly how they are feeling, because as I said, I was in their shoes, now that I found a job, I don’t feel the same way anymore… yes I know, life is complicated… I blame this meaningless version of “me” on the prescribed “life system” our parents brought us up to fol

Sometimes I feel like I was born with a curse between my legs. A curse that dictates what I wear how I should carry myself and who I can hang out with. As a women I am a sitting duck I’m not safe everywhere I go because of the curse between my legs. I am always in fear for my safety because some entitled men might violent me. Strip me off all my power and self-worth, trample on my dignity and infringe on my right to safety. Society is not going to try and stand by me or cry with me but will ask what I was wearing. My neighbour will think to herself I wanted it because I defy the normative values women are raised by, all my friends are males. I like hanging out with the guy from across the street and go clubbing with him on weekends. The police lady I report this to, instead of getting trigger itchy from my story will ask whether I had anything to drink or did I give him the wrong impression as if any of those things matter. I did not choose to be born with this curse but, when I d

A couple of years ago, back in the good old days, Sir Chris Brown published a record title “These hoes ain’t loyal”. This pissed off ladies, but that didn’t stop them from dancing to it the whole night, learn the lyrics and even sing along. Wooow… Now what puzzled me was the fact that they were debating the “loyal” part of the song. So I travelled to lands far far away, walked the African continent edge to edge, crossed the oceans, and in my journey not once did I hear a lady that was addressing the “hoe” part of the song. How difficult is it to say “Nah they ain’t talking to me, so I won’t listen to this garbage”, somehow all women are drawn into the “hoe debate”… hah, Interesting. I know the proof is in the pudding, but is there a lot of hoes out there??? Well I chose not to believe that because I found a jewel in life, and I believe that there are a lot of them out there. They are just all disguised as “these hoes” that’s why it’s difficult to spot them. Mara why are