The other day I was thinking that if I knew in my Matric year what I know now, I would have ACED my matric, am talking flying colours. The simple lesson from such that is simple, “Time lost is never returned”. Once time has elapsed, there is a certain line that when you have crossed, there is no going back, unless you have the balls like a few South Africans that sit for matric at the age of 35, or even the current Matric 2015 results as an example, there was a lady aged at 66 years old and has just passed her matric, according to the South Africa Latest News website “she achieve 79% Mathematics and Science and an average of 69 in other subjects” [* link *] , now if you were to ask me, that’s serious balls, balls of steel, if a lot of people could have that courage and ambition, oh what a wonderful world this world be. Gogo was like: Anyway back to me, if I could rewind time, I would ACE my grade 12. How I wish I could transfer the wisdom I have now to the current a...
According to the Urban Dictionary , the above phrase means: “ Shaking them haters off. In other words it means to brush off negative energy of statements made about you. ” Now what is more powerful to me is the origin of the phrase: “ To step up. The origin of this term comes from a story in which a donkey falls into a well and cannot get out. The farmer tries to get the donkey out by rope, unsuccessful in his attempt. He decides, instead, to just give up and bury the donkey in the well. As the farmer begins filling the hole with dirt, the donkey becomes depressed, realizing that all of the dirt on his shoulders and back were going to eventually bury him. He then thought of an idea: I can just shake it off and step up. Therefore, he could just die by doing nothing and getting buried, or shake the dirt off his shoulders and step up to the occasion. ” This phrase has special place in my heart because of the way we as the youth are living, all of a sudden everyone has “ h...
I am talking about a “Baby-Soft Double Ply” toilet paper roll. Let me take you through the journey that results in that beautiful softness. It was a normal cold night out in the jungle, but on this particular one the mind was stronger than usual. The whirly wind ripped me off my mother’s pod, I fell on the ground, alone, cold and scared. I lay there screaming for my mother’s attention who stood strong and proud against the winds as always, she paid no attention to me. I wonder if she mourned me. After hours and hours of screaming it finally hit me that from that point onwards I was by myself, no mommy to protect me from the world. I wanted to do something about my situation, but I was just a seedling, no legs no arms, I just lay there praying hard and hoping a Good Samaritan walks by. The blazing sun used to scorch my bare skin as I was no longer protected by mother’s leaves, the rains too fell on me, I was even hit by a fucken lightning bolt at this one point. I was whi...
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