My Investment

I choose to invest in my society.

In this era of investing, the craze about share trading, financial wealth literacy etc. that has taken over the landscape, I realise how risk averse I am.

Yes, risk is my middle name.

I risk it all, all the time.

But not this time.

It is worrying me that everyone is on the same bandwagon. It scares me that if we all follow that same route of putting our money in other people’s potty (instead of our own), we fall into the trap of losing our everything to a few already wealthy and greedy business people waiting to pounce on our hard-earned rewards. Just to add a few more billions to their riches.

– Why and how do stock markets crash?

– Who benefits the most and who loses the most?

– How do the investees account for the losses?

Until such a time when I can answer these questions above and feel ease that it is worth the risk, I will continue to put my money where my mouth is; building and investing in my children and future generation’s real future, our society.

I believe that if we all put our money where our mouths are, investing in developing our own societies; we would not need to take such high risks considering we are considered the bottom of the food chain by the very people we want to entrust with our treasures and futures.

Wake up black child, are you free or are you dom?

Freedom, financial freedom, is not a bank balance nor a share certificate.

Building

I watched my mother build a school.

Yes. I watched my mother build a school. I was 7 years old or so when it started and so badly wanted to go to this school. I could not though, I was already ahead in class.

It started with her as the only teacher and a single Sub-A class; working from a rondavel at her uncle’s home. She had actually grown up at that same home in her early years.

I asked her a few years ago, one of those conversations during her illness. “Why did you do it? ” She said that she could not say No, when the community asked her to build them a school. She felt that if she doesn’t do it who will? This was a community that had raised her, so when they asked her to fulfill her destiny and build them a school, she could not say NO.

Before that I knew that schools had always been there. I never knew how they get to be there. It is the same school I look at every time I am home and wonder, “How did my mother do this?”

“Were you not afraid that you would fail? ” I am already pondering all kinds of things I would imagine could go wrong when you do something so drastic.

She said that she did not do it alone. She had the whole community supporting her. The community wanted the school to work and grow; so that their children do not have to walk long distances in terrible conditions to school.

Let me tell you a story, about how my mother built a school, Makhuleng Higher Primary School.

The Other Day,

I decided to stop living my life a paycheck away from being broke still thinking that all is well.

I decided to be bold and be broke if that is my reality. I decided to live the way I please, if I am broke anyway I have nothing to lose. Yet I have so much to lose. Stark reminder that the home is ours for as long as the shark is fed every month. If I am to reclaim my freedom, let’s start with financial freedom. My way. My system. My network. My passion. My people.

I decided to just do what I want to do to get to where I want to be.

So many underlying passions and the things I love. Which one first?

Someone asked me the other day, and my answer was interior design. Is it really though?

If it really is, why am I so lazy to do the work required in the course I have been dying to enroll in for so many years? Or find ways to make the seed I have planted, Zenwa, grow?

I am a facilitator of change. In my being. People point it out to me so often and say, “stop doing your work on us”. Very surprising because at that very moment, all I would be is me.

Truth is, what has captured my heart right now is The Kitchen. Why?

I am lazy to cook, yet inspired to. The space feels like it needs to allow me to breeze through it creating magic, instead of trying to make do of the little space and resources available. We pretty much have most of what we need. Every day when something new happens I rejoice that we are getting closer to full function. We dont need more space, we need full function of existing space.

Strive on Ncumisa. Right now The Kitchen is the platform that is giving you an opportunity to transform not only people’s lives through their food experience, but also to showcase how design can transforn our lives, perceptions and experiences.

You are a facilitator of change, and right now The Kitchen has your calling in its ♥.

Corporate Laden

The heading or topic was written 3 months ago or so.

Days and nights and mealtimes and playtimes and drinking times were filled with work. If they ever existed at all. Tons of work, endless visits to anyone who can shed a light to what seemed like the most exciting mountain to climb yet taking everything out of the body and soul.

Cousins became mentors, best friends became coaches. Good friends became sound boards. Everything stopped. But work.

Until one day, on the freeway, after yet another late night, almost midnight to be exact, everything went fuzzy. Legs went numb. hands trembled profusely and the feet did the only thing they could possibly do, hit the brakes.

When the ordeal was finally over, home safely and sound, relief came in the most unexpected way. A brand new True Love magazine on the kitchen counter and still sealed. Well, anything to take the mind off recent events would definitely be most welcome, unaware that it had the message from God. Clarifying what had occupied the mind for at least 2 weeks before. There was the most difficult turning point that had to be taken.

And this would be the defining point in a lot of ways. The thing is choices are always the most difficult when the obvious choice in the heart just seems like the dumbest choice in the mind.

Stay in the dayless nightless funless drinkless exciting adrenaline filled “NEW” job offering mind spinning OMG that much cash in the bank?
Or move on to where the heart is, and hopefully relief will come in many ways? Even though that dream car may still just be strongly contemplated and saved up for??

Well, the heart always finds its way. Thank God He intervened. Through an article in a magazine.

The mountain is great, when it is fun, and fuzzy still, but mostly when you can still enjoy the ordinary in life. To just be, sometimes. Never for the money, purely for the love.

Flash-fashion-forward!!!

It is 2013, and what better way to start off the new year on a fresh exciting note!!!

Okay, my only new year’s resolution, is to put a bit more time and effort into this space, and, please Lawd help me, find inspiration not in pain and heartache, but the everyday joys and pleasures.

One pleasure I indulge myself in every morning, that usually determines my attitude for the day ahead, is my outfit for the day. I should mention, I love shopping like all women, and unfortunately, sometimes you can only do so little shopping with a tight budget, so, creativity starts kicking in.

I will be documenting some of my inspirational “recycled” outfits now and again. Well, by recycled I don’t mean I will be showing you outfits made out of plastic and all sorts of recycled material, (I’m not that brave / daring), but rather how to take an item and dress it in different ways, such that only the few will notice that it’s the same clothes in different ways over and over!!!

And also, when the cents run low, you will be surprised how many good clothing items you have in your closet that haven’t had your attention nor sight in a very long time. Those resurface and make the perfect company to my staples.

So, to 2013, may you unleash the shoestring budget fashionista in me, and regularly inspire me to share with you and you and you!!!!!

My BBBEE status

I have discovered that the minute a man says they are self-employed; they instantly lose credibility to me.

The first thing that rings in mind is that they are not stable financially, and could potentially be a burden.

Unlike me and my employed fellows, most times they are never sure of when they will be compensated, and never have enough funds to last them until their next cash inflow. Holiday plans get cancelled at the last minute and there are always promises of a better life that never comes!!

This is not to say employed people always have money, we probably have less money than anyone else because we are always funding our lifestyles with credit.

But at the same time we all know exactly when we will be receiving compensation for our hard work, and exactly how much it will be, and we can plan our lives around that knowledge.

Maybe we enjoy the comfort zone and are not brave enough to explore our full potential and seize business opportunities that arise.

Perhaps we could end up stressed and frustrated that we never make enough to drive luxurious vehicles and have posh houses etc. but whenever I come across most “self-employed businessmen” I count myself lucky and content with the peanuts I earn disguised as a salary.

Maybe I might even commit myself to another 2 years of post-graduate studies just so I can qualify to apply for that promotion that will give me an extra R2000 a month. Despite the fact that at that time the extra cash will just be making up for the inflation that is never accounted for by the meager annual salary increments.

This seems like a better option for me because, the picture I see about being self-employed is that, should I decide to resign and pursue my interests and business ventures independently, I will live from hand to mouth not knowing when my next paycheck will come. I will have to suck up to every government official and businessman just so they can be kind enough to award me the tender, even though I will be required to hand a huge percentage of the profits back into their greedy pockets.

I will have to be that person who is seen driving a flashy car just so the potential investors can have confidence in you and subcontract you, even though I go to bed every night praying that the bank does not repossess the car, the installments are so long overdue they could show up at the mall and take what’s theirs.

My friends will start doubting everything I say because I happen to owe each and every one of them with the promise that the R18 million invoice that has been submitted will be paid anytime now, meanwhile I just need enough to live and hang out with family and friends without being seen like a poor old sponge guy that never pays for anything. And when the invoice is eventually paid out, after having paid the greedy officials, repaid all the family and friends I owe, paid just enough portion of the arrears on my car to keep it for another month or 2, I will be left with nothing!! And the cycle begins; borrow from everyone with promises of yet another tender I am yet to be awarded.

Eventually I will realize that the business world is not as easy as everyone makes it out to be, and doesn’t guarantee riches either. At that point I will admit defeat and decide to go back to fulltime employment and start looking for a real job. By that time my skills will be obsolete as technologies advance, and all the peers I had have now progressed to being top shots, and the degree I dropped halfway isn’t helping either because the minimum requirements have been escalated to postgraduate qualifications. And at that point I will realize that it is time I start from the beginning, middle-aged, bitter at the entire world and proclaiming how I almost made it as a millionaire in business, if only the officials were not as greedy and had proper support from potential investors.