Mzukhology

Many many moons ago, Frank had a dream, a vision. The fallen ancestral soldiers sent him a message, izinja zeGame, frank woke up and wrote it down: “…The way to a woman’s heart is through your wallet…” ~Frank Dane In my short life on Earth, I can confirm that this is truer than true, but, a big BUT, the older generation, iGrootman decoded it all wrong. I have watched iiBhudas splash money on ladies and expect compulsory sexual consent in return. I have heard men brag how their girlfriends have R5 000 monthly allowances. When asked what they do after that? The responds is “ that’s it ”. Allow me to amend Mr Frank’s quote: “…The way to a woman’s heart is a journey, a long ass journey. Money is the ticket that allows you on the bus. Now this bus doesn’t have a destination, it just makes stop all over the country…” ~ Mzukhology So jah, that’s it. Money is the ticket, now here is the journey: Greet her politely, with love and passion, if you don’t stay with her, a morning text will d

“…The average man is more interested in a woman who is interested in him than he is in a woman with beautiful legs…” - Marlene Dietrich Ms Marlene was right, our sisters need to stop painting us with the same brush. A brush dipped in the in the pain of their past, dripping with blood from her own bleeding heart. 💔 Don’t get me wrong, I am not undermining the movement, yes by all mean #Men_are_Trash. Don’t worry, I won’t say noTatakho. But I will say this, Have you recognised how there is a bin in your kitchen, then there is that big black one outside, then you pass by a few on the street, then may you have a tiny one in your office. Now imagine the ratio of bin to all the other objects in the world. You have microwaves, kettles, TVz, computers, beds, mirrors, sofaz. Sorry, but jah “…not sonke…” [>>>RUNs>>>] 👀 Just for the record, I am one. But please don’t punish the gentlemen on my doing. Wipe those tears, Chivalry is alive and he is coming for you. A man who

"... iCheap(a) ..." A name given to me by my own people. My own people have left the curved ion in the fire. It sat there together with the charcoal, the roasted mielies and baked potatoes. Over the fire is the most beautiful chaos one could lay his ears upon, an orchestra at the fire place. This was no ordinary noise. This noise was organized and in perfect harmony. The noise was made of chit-chat and laughter, then right in-between all of that was a thin sheet of gossip. The gossip had mt name stripped on its back, carrying it from person to person across the fire. "...Oh, elo cheap(a)..." Was the theme of the night. In this particular night, the red sizzling branding iron rod was taken out of the fire and placed on my beautiful fat ass: "...Hhhhlii..." Now, i too walk with the curse of my father before me. I walk with a scar of iCheap(a) on my behind. "...if only i was a fly..." I wished... I wished i could fly the

Attracts us to the people we call ours? Is it the things we both like? It can’t be because there is a young lady who is attracted to me and she LOVES God, she loves God so much that when I am standing next to her I feel like I am a Free Mason. So nope, it can be that. Let’s look into science. Maybe science was 100% correct all along, “Opposites attract”. But nah, there is a young lady I know from work, she hates everything I like, and for that I hate HER, and her whole family. The dead and the yet to be born. She is not married nor has she bared any children yet but I already hate her ugly babies. So science is also off on this one. Let’s see what Rodney Dangerfield has to say: “Everyone says that Looks don’t matter, Age is doesn’t matter, Money doesn’t matter. But I never met a girl yet who has fallen in love with an old ugly man who’s broke” Mmh, interesting… If you read nicely between those lines the answer we seek lays. So to the young stallions out there,

You’re always making promises to people and delivering on those promises, in the process you always put yourself last. This is not your fault, it is how you were programmed, or raised if I may put it more gently. We taught that you must not be selfish. Over the years, that non-selfishness has moved from internal to external, meaning we do it for compliance. Hence Nietzsche once proclaimed that “God is Dead”, didn’t mean the physical super being, but the morality within and amongst human beings. Nietzsche saw beyond   the curve. Now what does this have to do with us? We know, deep in our heart that “thou shalt not be selfish”. We feel bad when we break that law, hence we put people before us, always. “Thou shalt not be selfish” is a good motion don’t get me wrong, but once it costs you your happiness, something’s gotta be done. I know a person who is supporting her family with every last dime she has. I am running away from the term “Black-Tax” but you get the pictur

Dear Person, Here are Moments to indulge in, especially on bad days. [Who you were] >>> [Who you are] This this thinking process is a celebration, now and then you have to pause and think about how far you have come to be wherever you are. Pat yourself in the back and acknowledge that usis’khokho… This is to remind you that you’re enough, to remind you that you’re a conqueror. Even with all those setbacks in your Life, forward was still the direction of the day. [Who you are] >>> [Who you are becoming] This is you reminding yourself that you were born a caterpillar and grew up one,  and, now that you’re a grown ass caterpillar, it’s not the end of the journey. Your growth and transformation is not over, There is a butterfly in you. God will still show the beauty of t=his creation through you, allow him, go into your cocoon and become your truer self… #Mzukhology

I bought a Chappies bubble gum a earlier today, it read, Did you know : "When you always help people, you're actually selfish" I chewed on that for a minute, The sweet nectar of the of the first chews was draining from my teeth, filling my gums, making its way to my throat. I swallowed, Body was frozen. All my energy was dedicated to the digestive processes of my mind. With "I was selfish all along" echoing in the left corner of my brain... I was enlightened. Mama-Bird always feeds her chicks, she even chews for them, but there is a line, a day. A day when the chick must spread her own wings and venture into the unknown and find her own worms. If she wants the fat one, she can get him, because the fat one didn't go down. But there is a condition. She must get up early, and hustle, FOR HERSELF... It was Mama-Bird's responsibility to ensure that she doesn't over support and destroy the chick's futu