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.

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.