This post is levicated,
What a fantasy. I am sad it didn’t happen. I am glad it didn’t happen. It could have gone bad, it could have gone right. We can now be friends forever, for it didn’t happen. We can now love each other even more, for it didn’t happen. We can now care for each other more, for it didn’t happen. We can now help each other even more, for it didn’t happen.
We have fewer expectations from each other, for it didn’t happen. We can anger each other and make peace in a minute, for it didn’t happen. We will advise each other even more, for it didn’t happen. We don’t know the bad part of each other, for it didn’t happen. We will always be truthful to each other, for it didn’t happen. We won’t pretend to each other, for it didn’t happen.
I would like to see you happy, for it didn’t happen. I would go mad to see you paining, for it didn’t happen. I would defend you at all cost, for it didn’t happen. I still wanna talk to you, for it didn’t happen. I will call you once in a while, for it didn’t happen. I would like to see you again, for it didn’t happen. I would invite you to every function, for it didn’t happen. I will talk about you with pride and smile, for it didn’t happen. I will recommend you to anyone, for it didn’t happen. You can put me as your reference, for it didn’t happen.
I wish you all the best from the bottom of my heart, for it didn’t happen. I would scream out of happiness if I bump on you in a mall. I would call your name from a distance, for it didn’t happen. I will buy you a nice birthday present, for it didn’t happen. We will always enjoy each other’s company, for it didn’t happen. We will be more open to each other, for it didn’t happen.
I would like to meet you again, for it didn’t happen. I would like you to call me when you are in trouble, for it didn’t happen. I wish for your happiness, though I still want you to miss me. I will always be there for you, for it didn’t happen. Maybe all these good things could have happened, but they didn’t for it didn’t happen.
Please print this out and keep it in your file. Read this to whoever messes around with you and tell him I am not liking it. Whoever do you good, say thank you on my behalf.
As I told you before, men plays along so please hide your feelings for as much as you can until you are sure of what you are doing. Mutual feeling is the source of pain driven by lust, mutual understanding and behaviour is the source of happiness. They only thing visible is your beauty, not your good character.
Love you a lot, for it didn’t happen, though I so much wish it happened. Have fun and stay good.
LOL
Thursday, December 17, 2009
Friday, December 11, 2009
Biography
Just a reminder to all the nannies, security guards, teachers, etc that the soccer world cup is here and it’s about to become a thing of the past.
I understand South Africans are very concerned about their chances of progressing to the next round for they think their opponents are just too strong. Truth to be told, there was no possible way that Bafana could have got an easier draw, unless if FIFA decided to draw us against teams that didn’t qualify for the world cup like Swaziland. Even The All Whites (New Zealand) can beat us if they feel like. We are like a child who stopped growing up but still get a child treatment. Anyway, their failure still makes headlines and sells thousands of newspapers.
I wrote a biography about my life but most of the pages are blank. Its promises that I made but failed to deliver the goods. Its dreams that were never fulfilled. Its talks that ended as talks. Its fantasies that still remain fantasies.
Second page its a headline followed by one unfinished sentence and then blank all the way to the bottom. The third page doesn’t have a headline but body copy consisting of four lines. The following 30 pages are blank, with just a headline for each school grade that I attended. The following 10 pages have some interesting copy but with less logic, but the reader can be able to understand what was going on or what I was trying to achieve.
No external sources were used as references so it’s a genuine master piece from the author. No collaboration was made with anybody so its uncut and unedited version, telling it like it is. It is not life as seen on TV but real life. Its not life as read on newspapers but real life. Its not life as preached by Oprah but real life.
I don’t jump the queue like politicians. I stood there waiting for my turn. The mighty poet, busy contemplating from all sides. The biography was written, not faked.
Failures and achievers can all make a living out of their lives. Successful people can enjoy the benefits of their hard work and failures can write books, movies, and documentaries about their failures.
My pen spit dreams, ambitions, jokes, and fantasies. This blog it’s a book. This blog it’s a movie, its a comedy, its a newspaper, and its everything you can think of. It’s a testimonial. My biography.
My biography its full of mistakes that are yet to be corrected. It’s full of dreams that are yet to be achieved. It’s full of actions that are worth regretting. It’s full of actions that are worth repeating. Its full of fantasies that I cannot stop thinking about.
Most lines are not complete for I didn’t know what to write. I kept it real.
My biography will be the biggest selling biography of all time. It will be translated into all the languages. It will be performed in theatres.
This post is about my biography. A biography that is complete but not finished. Lufuno’s biography.
I understand South Africans are very concerned about their chances of progressing to the next round for they think their opponents are just too strong. Truth to be told, there was no possible way that Bafana could have got an easier draw, unless if FIFA decided to draw us against teams that didn’t qualify for the world cup like Swaziland. Even The All Whites (New Zealand) can beat us if they feel like. We are like a child who stopped growing up but still get a child treatment. Anyway, their failure still makes headlines and sells thousands of newspapers.
I wrote a biography about my life but most of the pages are blank. Its promises that I made but failed to deliver the goods. Its dreams that were never fulfilled. Its talks that ended as talks. Its fantasies that still remain fantasies.
Second page its a headline followed by one unfinished sentence and then blank all the way to the bottom. The third page doesn’t have a headline but body copy consisting of four lines. The following 30 pages are blank, with just a headline for each school grade that I attended. The following 10 pages have some interesting copy but with less logic, but the reader can be able to understand what was going on or what I was trying to achieve.
No external sources were used as references so it’s a genuine master piece from the author. No collaboration was made with anybody so its uncut and unedited version, telling it like it is. It is not life as seen on TV but real life. Its not life as read on newspapers but real life. Its not life as preached by Oprah but real life.
I don’t jump the queue like politicians. I stood there waiting for my turn. The mighty poet, busy contemplating from all sides. The biography was written, not faked.
Failures and achievers can all make a living out of their lives. Successful people can enjoy the benefits of their hard work and failures can write books, movies, and documentaries about their failures.
My pen spit dreams, ambitions, jokes, and fantasies. This blog it’s a book. This blog it’s a movie, its a comedy, its a newspaper, and its everything you can think of. It’s a testimonial. My biography.
My biography its full of mistakes that are yet to be corrected. It’s full of dreams that are yet to be achieved. It’s full of actions that are worth regretting. It’s full of actions that are worth repeating. Its full of fantasies that I cannot stop thinking about.
Most lines are not complete for I didn’t know what to write. I kept it real.
My biography will be the biggest selling biography of all time. It will be translated into all the languages. It will be performed in theatres.
This post is about my biography. A biography that is complete but not finished. Lufuno’s biography.
Sunday, December 6, 2009
Birthday Poem
This is a poem of friendship
Poem of knowing one another
Poem of appreciation
Poem of mutual understanding more often
Friday was not just Friday but your birthday
So far I have only witnessed 10 months of your 27 years
Friday was the begging of another 27 years and I want to see it all.
Happy birthday to you
Poem of knowing one another
Poem of appreciation
Poem of mutual understanding more often
Friday was not just Friday but your birthday
So far I have only witnessed 10 months of your 27 years
Friday was the begging of another 27 years and I want to see it all.
Happy birthday to you
Thursday, November 12, 2009
The golden rule
“When a friend makes a mistake, the friend remains a friend and the mistake remains a mistake”, Shimon Peres
What happened to the concept of “forgive and forget”? Forgiving is a choice but forgetting is not. Everybody deserves some kind of forgiveness but expecting somebody to forget is pushing your luck too far. History is there to remind us of the past and guide us way forward less of mistakes.
Anyway my colleague Lebo asked me what I would do if a bouncer finds me with his wife inside his house. My answer was that I would defend myself. I would tell the bouncer to get the hell out of my house and that if I see him again I would kill him. I would threaten him to the best of my ability just to make sure I walk out alive. I mean you would also be shocked and reluctant to react violently if another man tells you to get out of the house that you have no doubt it belongs to you.
My point is that you don’t surrender when you are in a dangerous situation if you know what’s good for you. Imagine what the bouncer would do to you if you were to tell him you were sorry? Of course he would kill you, so to avoid being killed rather pretend you have never heard of him and that he is the one messing you around. Tell him to stay away from your woman, more especially your house.
The golden rule in this life is that you don’t give what you can’t afford to lose. If everybody follows that simple rule, there would be peace in the world.
People like expressing their appreciations by giving away what they cannot afford to lose and when things fail to work out, it turns red.
Whatever you give, you must not expect back; and whatever you take, be sure it won’t be required back.
I used to say that I would never give up my pride for anything but as I grow up I started realizing that pride is intangible and that sometimes you have to give it up. Is like saying you would never give up your happiness but the fact is that there would be some sad moments, whether you like it or not.
Sh$t shouldn’t be normal but expect sh$t to happen sometimes. There are people who would rather kill you than lose you to somebody else. Those are the people who don’t expect sh$t at all, trying to turn back the hands of time.
Don’t give what you can’t afford lose for when a friend makes a mistake, the friend remains a friend and the mistake remains a mistake. It’s not a jigsaw puzzle but can be decoded in a jiffy of a breath.
Pride is intangible, the same with love and hatred. Their intangibility gives you the privilege to start again at no cost. That means you can always afford to surrender your intangibles.
The golden rule is not gold but common sense. The problem is that not everybody’s common sense is common, and some people’s common sense is less common than others. Everybody has got common sense but it usage gets to be affected by fantasy vision to achieve the invisible, using tangible assets.
What happened to the concept of “forgive and forget”? Forgiving is a choice but forgetting is not. Everybody deserves some kind of forgiveness but expecting somebody to forget is pushing your luck too far. History is there to remind us of the past and guide us way forward less of mistakes.
Anyway my colleague Lebo asked me what I would do if a bouncer finds me with his wife inside his house. My answer was that I would defend myself. I would tell the bouncer to get the hell out of my house and that if I see him again I would kill him. I would threaten him to the best of my ability just to make sure I walk out alive. I mean you would also be shocked and reluctant to react violently if another man tells you to get out of the house that you have no doubt it belongs to you.
My point is that you don’t surrender when you are in a dangerous situation if you know what’s good for you. Imagine what the bouncer would do to you if you were to tell him you were sorry? Of course he would kill you, so to avoid being killed rather pretend you have never heard of him and that he is the one messing you around. Tell him to stay away from your woman, more especially your house.
The golden rule in this life is that you don’t give what you can’t afford to lose. If everybody follows that simple rule, there would be peace in the world.
People like expressing their appreciations by giving away what they cannot afford to lose and when things fail to work out, it turns red.
Whatever you give, you must not expect back; and whatever you take, be sure it won’t be required back.
I used to say that I would never give up my pride for anything but as I grow up I started realizing that pride is intangible and that sometimes you have to give it up. Is like saying you would never give up your happiness but the fact is that there would be some sad moments, whether you like it or not.
Sh$t shouldn’t be normal but expect sh$t to happen sometimes. There are people who would rather kill you than lose you to somebody else. Those are the people who don’t expect sh$t at all, trying to turn back the hands of time.
Don’t give what you can’t afford lose for when a friend makes a mistake, the friend remains a friend and the mistake remains a mistake. It’s not a jigsaw puzzle but can be decoded in a jiffy of a breath.
Pride is intangible, the same with love and hatred. Their intangibility gives you the privilege to start again at no cost. That means you can always afford to surrender your intangibles.
The golden rule is not gold but common sense. The problem is that not everybody’s common sense is common, and some people’s common sense is less common than others. Everybody has got common sense but it usage gets to be affected by fantasy vision to achieve the invisible, using tangible assets.
Thursday, November 5, 2009
The battle continues
I don’t remember the last time I posted anything on this blog but on Sunday I thought of it and felt that I was not being loyal. Oh, and this was after a very tiring Sunday morning.
Surely some of you are wondering about what happened on Sunday. The Soweto Marathon went very well and my time was 3h59minutes, more than an hour behind the winner. Well done Lufuno.
In this life you sometimes find people who are capable of messing up things that are almost impossible to mess up. I mean people who just wanna show you that they can fuck it up, though it’s almost impossible to, like getting a true or false answer wrong after somewhere someone had already answered it wrong. Anyway that's not what I didn’t.
For some reasons I went to the wrong start venue. I didn’t know about the new venue, though I should have asked the time I registered for the race. Nasrec was the start venue so that’s where the drama started. I was feeling so fresh and also told myself that nothing could stop me from winning the race.
Ask all the boxers who have done twelve rounds with Mike Tyson about how it felt being in the same ring with him on round eight. By that time you are finished but still hoping for a lucky punch. You can hardly through a punch, and as big as he is by then he is almost invisible.
I ran the first 22km in 1h30minutes but it took me 2h29minutes to run the last 20km. I felt like I was in the boxing ring with Tyson but he was very visible on this occasion. The problem was getting closer to him. When you see a board saying 30km, and after running for about 20minutes you see another one saying 33km, that’s not encouraging at all.
As I have already told you, the good thing about Soweto is that taxis are everywhere so when you get tired of running you can always catch a cab. They even hoot to check if you are still up for it or not. I got very tempted but I just didn’t have money on me.
There was a time I couldn’t wait to get to the next water station. I don’t like soft drinks but I have never drunk so much coke than I did on Sunday. Sometimes you get so hungry when running but they don’t serve food at the water stations. 42km is quite long so you can even afford to pass by KFC for a Streetwise two and then carry on with the race on a full stomach.
The time I got to Bara, after absorbing more than 30km, there was this cute face running next to me. We started socialising but the conversation didn’t last long for I couldn’t keep up with her pace. Damn I should have trained harder.
I think the idea of not drinking alcohol worked but it was never supported by regaular training.
I could have won the race if all the people who finished ahead of me didn’t pitch up but they did. Anyway the battle continues.
Peace and luv
Surely some of you are wondering about what happened on Sunday. The Soweto Marathon went very well and my time was 3h59minutes, more than an hour behind the winner. Well done Lufuno.
In this life you sometimes find people who are capable of messing up things that are almost impossible to mess up. I mean people who just wanna show you that they can fuck it up, though it’s almost impossible to, like getting a true or false answer wrong after somewhere someone had already answered it wrong. Anyway that's not what I didn’t.
For some reasons I went to the wrong start venue. I didn’t know about the new venue, though I should have asked the time I registered for the race. Nasrec was the start venue so that’s where the drama started. I was feeling so fresh and also told myself that nothing could stop me from winning the race.
Ask all the boxers who have done twelve rounds with Mike Tyson about how it felt being in the same ring with him on round eight. By that time you are finished but still hoping for a lucky punch. You can hardly through a punch, and as big as he is by then he is almost invisible.
I ran the first 22km in 1h30minutes but it took me 2h29minutes to run the last 20km. I felt like I was in the boxing ring with Tyson but he was very visible on this occasion. The problem was getting closer to him. When you see a board saying 30km, and after running for about 20minutes you see another one saying 33km, that’s not encouraging at all.
As I have already told you, the good thing about Soweto is that taxis are everywhere so when you get tired of running you can always catch a cab. They even hoot to check if you are still up for it or not. I got very tempted but I just didn’t have money on me.
There was a time I couldn’t wait to get to the next water station. I don’t like soft drinks but I have never drunk so much coke than I did on Sunday. Sometimes you get so hungry when running but they don’t serve food at the water stations. 42km is quite long so you can even afford to pass by KFC for a Streetwise two and then carry on with the race on a full stomach.
The time I got to Bara, after absorbing more than 30km, there was this cute face running next to me. We started socialising but the conversation didn’t last long for I couldn’t keep up with her pace. Damn I should have trained harder.
I think the idea of not drinking alcohol worked but it was never supported by regaular training.
I could have won the race if all the people who finished ahead of me didn’t pitch up but they did. Anyway the battle continues.
Peace and luv
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
South Africa in Beijing 2008
The Olympics are now over and in South Africa is back to parliament. Its gonna be a tough long racial debate that is more likely to affect 2012 Olympics preparation.
To sum it up, we a country of 48 million people, we sent about 134 athletes, with an estimated budget of 64 million Rand, and after 4 years of preparation, we only managed to win one silver medal.
Forget politics; forget load shedding. There is only one explanation; our qualifying standard is not the same as the world-qualifying standard. Usain Bolt won 100m in 9.3 seconds, still South Africa is more likely to send athletes whose best time is 11 seconds to London in 2012. That time doesn’t even win you a bronze.
Norman Dlomo and Hendrick Ramaala said they were not prepared for such a tough race and that the guys were running the world time. Why didn’t they tell us up front so we could send better athletes? Talking about running world time, I mean the Olympic is not a national tournament and Ramaala should know better. I hate people who say they are not prepared after loosing. If you are not prepared tell us on time.
Talking about preparation. We use to participate in regional sports tournament in high school and we normally use to prepare a day or week before the competition. You take position number one on that day you qualify to go and compete with athletes from others provinces. The same thing when preparing for exam, November exam we start preparing in October.
When I said after four years of preparation, it was just about counting from the last Olympics to the next one. You might find that the preparation for the Olympic started mid 2006.
Back home as kids, you would only go to play football outside if you would eat there. That the spirit with South Africa parents. Every time you ask to go and play outside you get threatened with food and not getting the shoes that you have asked for. You find yourself with many family responsibilities in such a way that you don’t even have time to participate in sports. You sneak out, you are more likely to sleep on an empty stomach.
I also wonder how many schools have sport grounds in this country.
Kids love sports with passion but they are never given a chance to display their skills at a young age. People seem very disappointed with the team’s performance but these are the same people who don’t allow their kids to participate in sports because they want them to work in gardens and do all kinds of house work everyday.
Butana Kompela talks a lot but actually does nothing. The only thing he does is to check how many black athletes were selected.
I urge all South Africa parents to hire domestic workers at home if they can’t keep up with the house chores so kids can have time to participate in sports and explore their talents at a young age. To the government, action speaks louder than words.
Maybe we didn’t win because they Olympics were fake, I mean that how we think of Chinese.
London is waiting, go for gold South Africa.
To sum it up, we a country of 48 million people, we sent about 134 athletes, with an estimated budget of 64 million Rand, and after 4 years of preparation, we only managed to win one silver medal.
Forget politics; forget load shedding. There is only one explanation; our qualifying standard is not the same as the world-qualifying standard. Usain Bolt won 100m in 9.3 seconds, still South Africa is more likely to send athletes whose best time is 11 seconds to London in 2012. That time doesn’t even win you a bronze.
Norman Dlomo and Hendrick Ramaala said they were not prepared for such a tough race and that the guys were running the world time. Why didn’t they tell us up front so we could send better athletes? Talking about running world time, I mean the Olympic is not a national tournament and Ramaala should know better. I hate people who say they are not prepared after loosing. If you are not prepared tell us on time.
Talking about preparation. We use to participate in regional sports tournament in high school and we normally use to prepare a day or week before the competition. You take position number one on that day you qualify to go and compete with athletes from others provinces. The same thing when preparing for exam, November exam we start preparing in October.
When I said after four years of preparation, it was just about counting from the last Olympics to the next one. You might find that the preparation for the Olympic started mid 2006.
Back home as kids, you would only go to play football outside if you would eat there. That the spirit with South Africa parents. Every time you ask to go and play outside you get threatened with food and not getting the shoes that you have asked for. You find yourself with many family responsibilities in such a way that you don’t even have time to participate in sports. You sneak out, you are more likely to sleep on an empty stomach.
I also wonder how many schools have sport grounds in this country.
Kids love sports with passion but they are never given a chance to display their skills at a young age. People seem very disappointed with the team’s performance but these are the same people who don’t allow their kids to participate in sports because they want them to work in gardens and do all kinds of house work everyday.
Butana Kompela talks a lot but actually does nothing. The only thing he does is to check how many black athletes were selected.
I urge all South Africa parents to hire domestic workers at home if they can’t keep up with the house chores so kids can have time to participate in sports and explore their talents at a young age. To the government, action speaks louder than words.
Maybe we didn’t win because they Olympics were fake, I mean that how we think of Chinese.
London is waiting, go for gold South Africa.
Friday, August 15, 2008
Winning a bronze in Beijing for South Africa is like finding a cure for AIDS
South Africa is yet to win a bronze in this year's Olympics. Maybe load shedding affected the preparations, or maybe Butana Komphela’s black target was not achieved or maybe there was too much political interference.
If Michel Phelps qualifying time was 2 minutes, why do you send someone whose qualifying time was 3 minutes? I mean that is just a waste of time and money. So far, Phelps have won more medals than the whole of Africa.
South Africa believes more in colour than talent.
With 2 million-inflation rate and more regular power cuts, Zimbabwe has already won a silver.
Thank God our country is rich with minerals like gold and diamond, otherwise we were just gonna see bronze on TV.
We are know for all the wrong reasons, like having the highest HIV rate in the world, and having some of the finest criminals this world has ever seen, in terms of both skills and quantity. Maybe its about time we deviate our expertise from bad to good.
Anyway, let us not give up; it took us more than 50 years to achieve democracy. Maybe we need they same amount of time to be more competitive.
Go for Gold Team South Africa.
Cheers
If Michel Phelps qualifying time was 2 minutes, why do you send someone whose qualifying time was 3 minutes? I mean that is just a waste of time and money. So far, Phelps have won more medals than the whole of Africa.
South Africa believes more in colour than talent.
With 2 million-inflation rate and more regular power cuts, Zimbabwe has already won a silver.
Thank God our country is rich with minerals like gold and diamond, otherwise we were just gonna see bronze on TV.
We are know for all the wrong reasons, like having the highest HIV rate in the world, and having some of the finest criminals this world has ever seen, in terms of both skills and quantity. Maybe its about time we deviate our expertise from bad to good.
Anyway, let us not give up; it took us more than 50 years to achieve democracy. Maybe we need they same amount of time to be more competitive.
Go for Gold Team South Africa.
Cheers
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