Thursday, March 22, 2012
Sunday, March 11, 2012
Free will
These days some things have been crossing my mind. I have seen some couple of contraversies and sometimes I can't get my head around some of this daily occasions. The bible says God gave us the free will. Then go on sayin He so loved the world that he gave his only son to pay for our sins.
Let us talk about the will to be free, of which is free will. Bible again says the truth shall set you free. The fact is truth hurts. My question is, is free will part of love or is love the part of the free will. God said acording to the bible we can choose whom we want or love to be wife and marry. But then what if love goes away, do you still stay or you have a choice to leave? Do you tell your honest partner who did nothing that love is gone or dou you lie and stay for the sake of trust and promisses and the vows? Do you then convince yourself that things are going to change or you face the fact that things have changed and move on. why then most Christians believe that God chooses someone for you if he gave us the free will. and so why does love go away if we can controle freedom?
I always think the most dificult thing is to lie to yourself, but hey, who am I fooling? This is the part of the daily living. We lie so that we can survive the moment there after hoping to fix that lie and move on living. Answer me then who is free by telling the truth. Most place where we are sworn to tell the truth and only truth is ran by a jugde who in his sobber mind sentence someone who is 40 years old to a double life sentence. where is the truth in that rulling? how can a simple man get two lives in a row. If you are telling the truth in cort, you always go to jail, why is that?
I have to stop now, my mind is very disturbed by what I have seen these days. Hope I can get some answers and some of you can write alittle just to show that you are listening, And maybe help me understand the logic of all these things. I my real life i write songs and plays and to my suprise I write about things i haven't seen but they end up happening. I write about people that I havent met and I meet them later on. Where is the truth and free will. I don't choose my words but my words chose me. This is not helping me at all. this is one of the thing sometimes I feel like running away from writing and be where I will be free, but hey again who am I fooling. I find freedom in writing and I can not survive a day with ought it.
Let us talk about the will to be free, of which is free will. Bible again says the truth shall set you free. The fact is truth hurts. My question is, is free will part of love or is love the part of the free will. God said acording to the bible we can choose whom we want or love to be wife and marry. But then what if love goes away, do you still stay or you have a choice to leave? Do you tell your honest partner who did nothing that love is gone or dou you lie and stay for the sake of trust and promisses and the vows? Do you then convince yourself that things are going to change or you face the fact that things have changed and move on. why then most Christians believe that God chooses someone for you if he gave us the free will. and so why does love go away if we can controle freedom?
I always think the most dificult thing is to lie to yourself, but hey, who am I fooling? This is the part of the daily living. We lie so that we can survive the moment there after hoping to fix that lie and move on living. Answer me then who is free by telling the truth. Most place where we are sworn to tell the truth and only truth is ran by a jugde who in his sobber mind sentence someone who is 40 years old to a double life sentence. where is the truth in that rulling? how can a simple man get two lives in a row. If you are telling the truth in cort, you always go to jail, why is that?
I have to stop now, my mind is very disturbed by what I have seen these days. Hope I can get some answers and some of you can write alittle just to show that you are listening, And maybe help me understand the logic of all these things. I my real life i write songs and plays and to my suprise I write about things i haven't seen but they end up happening. I write about people that I havent met and I meet them later on. Where is the truth and free will. I don't choose my words but my words chose me. This is not helping me at all. this is one of the thing sometimes I feel like running away from writing and be where I will be free, but hey again who am I fooling. I find freedom in writing and I can not survive a day with ought it.
Thursday, March 8, 2012
Friday, March 2, 2012
Thursday, February 23, 2012
Listening
What if there were no sounds, and everything we hear is not what we see. The mind or rather brain is playing a very vital or important part in our daily living, by connecting those tissues with the nerves and the soul that sees and the organs that hears all that is.
Curiosity is one thing that pushes me to write and compose. I believe that artists in general should be treated differently than normal people. Reason being, with this talent or gift I may say, to be able to create, transform, rearrange some of the greatest pieces in the world comes with a very high price e.g. No privacy; addiction; loneliness; abnormality, etc....
Now the world overlook all these parts and pieces that makes this person unique. when you are dinning with an artist for example, you see spoons, table, knifes, food and all that is there. You ears and minds are focused on this food and socializing as well. On the other hand the artist is listening to the melody and the harmony of your voices and the rhythm of your co-ordination. then something new comes up in his/her head, whilst trying to be with you on the table as well. Some artist do not hear a thing but instead see everything differently then all of you on that table. well.. now it comes to the point that he has to chose to ignore what he sees or react on it immediately. I am back to my first line " what if were no sound? does it means all that I hear is not there. or all that is there is mute.
My first grade, that would be First year at school. Way back in the days. Mafukuzela Primary School. Section B uMlazi. I was the shortest amongst the whole school. We were so many kids as a result they divided us into two groups, one start in the morning at 7:30 - 11:30 and the others at 12:00 - 16:00. So this was very nice for us we would have 30 minutes to play and see our school mates before they go to class. I was a different kid from then, because everything my teacher would be teaching it would come to my ears as a melody or some rhythm. One time i was made to come in front of the whole school and recite "twinkle twinkle little star. " For me the only thing was to sing it, and so I did. Everybody laughed and I felt so embarrased and went home crying. Few week later I was made to join the school choir, not by choice anyway but yeh I did. I led the song that made us win the finals of the primary schools competition.
I still listen and hear sounds and rhythms till today. Two years ago I was called in by the teachers of my daughter 11 years old by then, to discus the missbehaving and disturbing other pupils in the classroom during the learning period. I flew all the way from Germany to Mzansi(South Africa)this white neigbouhood that my girl is attending. The area used to be whites only back in the days. Thank God for the so called freedom haaaa. So, I came in there they extended a very warm welcome to me and my wife., then presented their case. " Your daughter is not doing what we tell here to do most of the time.... She sometimes bust out in a song while we are busy studying. " I asked to see her results of her school work. They said it's not about that she is doing very well infact on top of the class. I said why am I hear then if she is doing well by her method of learni is the same as mine when I was of her age. They said they want to transfare her to another school. That made me furious and I calm myself down and explained to them how I was. But at the end we had an understanding that people are not the same. Do not expect me to hear what you hear.
Take your time and listen as the day goes by, you will be suprised of what you can learn when you just give an ear and a smile.
Curiosity is one thing that pushes me to write and compose. I believe that artists in general should be treated differently than normal people. Reason being, with this talent or gift I may say, to be able to create, transform, rearrange some of the greatest pieces in the world comes with a very high price e.g. No privacy; addiction; loneliness; abnormality, etc....
Now the world overlook all these parts and pieces that makes this person unique. when you are dinning with an artist for example, you see spoons, table, knifes, food and all that is there. You ears and minds are focused on this food and socializing as well. On the other hand the artist is listening to the melody and the harmony of your voices and the rhythm of your co-ordination. then something new comes up in his/her head, whilst trying to be with you on the table as well. Some artist do not hear a thing but instead see everything differently then all of you on that table. well.. now it comes to the point that he has to chose to ignore what he sees or react on it immediately. I am back to my first line " what if were no sound? does it means all that I hear is not there. or all that is there is mute.
My first grade, that would be First year at school. Way back in the days. Mafukuzela Primary School. Section B uMlazi. I was the shortest amongst the whole school. We were so many kids as a result they divided us into two groups, one start in the morning at 7:30 - 11:30 and the others at 12:00 - 16:00. So this was very nice for us we would have 30 minutes to play and see our school mates before they go to class. I was a different kid from then, because everything my teacher would be teaching it would come to my ears as a melody or some rhythm. One time i was made to come in front of the whole school and recite "twinkle twinkle little star. " For me the only thing was to sing it, and so I did. Everybody laughed and I felt so embarrased and went home crying. Few week later I was made to join the school choir, not by choice anyway but yeh I did. I led the song that made us win the finals of the primary schools competition.
I still listen and hear sounds and rhythms till today. Two years ago I was called in by the teachers of my daughter 11 years old by then, to discus the missbehaving and disturbing other pupils in the classroom during the learning period. I flew all the way from Germany to Mzansi(South Africa)this white neigbouhood that my girl is attending. The area used to be whites only back in the days. Thank God for the so called freedom haaaa. So, I came in there they extended a very warm welcome to me and my wife., then presented their case. " Your daughter is not doing what we tell here to do most of the time.... She sometimes bust out in a song while we are busy studying. " I asked to see her results of her school work. They said it's not about that she is doing very well infact on top of the class. I said why am I hear then if she is doing well by her method of learni is the same as mine when I was of her age. They said they want to transfare her to another school. That made me furious and I calm myself down and explained to them how I was. But at the end we had an understanding that people are not the same. Do not expect me to hear what you hear.
Take your time and listen as the day goes by, you will be suprised of what you can learn when you just give an ear and a smile.
Days are made of these.: Planning
Days are made of these.: Planning: Waking up in the morning is a gift we can never start to understand how and why wote get it. Knowing very well we do not owen a day or secon...
Days are made of these.: Creativity
Days are made of these.: Creativity: It is about time to keep my fingers working. This is something that I have grown to know and love through the years. my mind has become it a...
Days are made of these.: Choices
Days are made of these.: Choices: When you wake up, you set the tone of the day by the way you receive the and respond to the news of the day. Some people start the day befor...
Days are made of these.: Giving and taking
Days are made of these.: Giving and taking: One of the most happy moments in our daily living is when we receive a nod, a smile, gesture that say mmhhh inside your heart.What I love ab...
Monday, February 20, 2012
Giving and taking
One of the most happy moments in our daily living is when we receive a nod, a smile, gesture that say mmhhh inside your heart.What I love about the most popular Zulu greeting (Hello) "Sawubona" that directly translated to: " I can see you" and you answer the same " I see you too" This alone makes a different in many ways. Then I started touring the world and got to be introduced to many cultures and different lifestyles that does not promote the normal greeting of human kind. In Germany you only see that kind of humanity when people think they are dying, at the doctors room or hospital. That would be the only exception to greet you then otherwise " no, I mind my business, please mind yours too." What cracks me up is when a phone , handy rings.... all heads turn to you as if you are crazy or you just killed someone. I am so used in communication of all kind, especially when I have to be sitting next to you in the bus taxi or train I have to greet you. The western world think that it is not polite to talk to a stranger. Well this is what Africans at large do. We greet you, we smile at you, we shake hands. It does not matter I know you or not, I have to acknowledge your presence and make sure you do also. I see humanity is dieing.
Most people love to get smiles and these kind of gestures but they expect to get before they give one. The thing is about a day, how you treat it, when you react. These are the minor things we forget. We set standards of what kind of people we greet. And for those we need to be greeted by. We even make rules of age restrictions, who is to greet first and last if not at all. This is the kind of attitude that kills humanity and intentions of a greeting. Who are we to judge people by the way they greet and and receive a notion of acknowledgement. Life in general has rule of giving and taking, not the other way around. By giving first and not expecting anything in return, you are opening a gate in your life that is full of happy moment and popularity. Networking is a key of gaining contacts, that would not work if you do not start by giving first. Some are lucky, they have a privilege of enjoying the fame and wealth. Still it does not change the fact that they have to give also. Things we have in life should not be a stumbling block in our lives, hindering us from humanity and way to a bright and smiley day.
If you care to understand people, first understand yourself, make them understand you. I love you all for reading my blogg. As a promise, I am not going to quit until I can not write anymore. feel free to say something to show that you are reading.
Most people love to get smiles and these kind of gestures but they expect to get before they give one. The thing is about a day, how you treat it, when you react. These are the minor things we forget. We set standards of what kind of people we greet. And for those we need to be greeted by. We even make rules of age restrictions, who is to greet first and last if not at all. This is the kind of attitude that kills humanity and intentions of a greeting. Who are we to judge people by the way they greet and and receive a notion of acknowledgement. Life in general has rule of giving and taking, not the other way around. By giving first and not expecting anything in return, you are opening a gate in your life that is full of happy moment and popularity. Networking is a key of gaining contacts, that would not work if you do not start by giving first. Some are lucky, they have a privilege of enjoying the fame and wealth. Still it does not change the fact that they have to give also. Things we have in life should not be a stumbling block in our lives, hindering us from humanity and way to a bright and smiley day.
If you care to understand people, first understand yourself, make them understand you. I love you all for reading my blogg. As a promise, I am not going to quit until I can not write anymore. feel free to say something to show that you are reading.
Friday, February 10, 2012
Choices
When you wake up, you set the tone of the day by the way you receive the and respond to the news of the day. Some people start the day before they even wake up. If the dream they had was not as pleasing as they wish then the whole day is going to be that much of a pain. It is amazing what dreams can do to some people. Well, some dreams are too powerful to ignore but still I do not think they should decide your days behavior. Some people they let what they ware decide the day for them, most clever one set the mood of the day and compliment it with what they ware. Daily happenings can have a huge impact in how our day is going to be like. Then it is up to an individual to asses the news and look for something positive.
Choices we make in the morning are much more different then the ones we make during the course of the day. The most of the decisions we make at this time are concerning work, school and entertainment. It is important then to have all the right tools for the day.Choices we made in the morning may get their result at this time or later. The day is busy and fast, giving you not much time to change and reconsider your choices. Most people who normally plan their day have a task of reaching the targets of the day at this time. For me this is an important time of the day when you can learn from what you have set in the morning and then know then how to make your day even more interesting.
Some chose to skip the day and go straight to the afternoon.
Monday, February 6, 2012
Creativity
It is about time to keep my fingers working. 
This is something that I have grown to know and love through the years. my mind has become it and I have accepted the fact that creativity and me are inseparable. In fact a day is complete when i have done something.
So, all of us are born with something in our hands. Some takes few trainings to realize what they have and some they just happens as they grow.
Yes I agree, we have special cases. The list never end. I have nothing against those people,but, I do not believe they are incapable of nothing. Some people have made it their choice and obligation to search and unearth the easy targets. Then they create victims of creativity.
Nobody can tell me "I found you, when you were nothing and made you something." That is a lie. I do not care who says what.I might have been lost in the way of expressing my creativity or do not have enough platform to show, you came along and presented it to me and I took it. When you looking for something, or someone. First, you have to know what you are looking for and you have the exact description of your desire. Then you find someone who come close to what you want and groom that person to match your direction. That does not make you a founder or a maker. I have respect for people who give opportunities. I have respect for people who groom other people. I have grown to know and learn who I am through the hard and difficult moments and tough times of my life. I have my parents to thank for that. i have most important people that are close to my heart that have contributed in making me realize what am I capable of. my brothers to mention but a few, my children and lastly my teachers all over the institutions I have been to. Some other people have not been so lucky as I am.
The world is perishing because of lack of knowledge. If all of us can be aware of who we are and what we are capable of doing, the world would be a better place.
I write because it makes me feel good. I sing because it is the only way for me to express the melodies and rhythms in my mind. For me living is creative and to live creativity you have to be alive, in mind, body and spirit. It does not matter what people say to you and about you. At the end you are the only one who knows how you feel, so, let us know how you do. Anyway you want to express it, do it. Now the platform keeps multiplying because someone did his /her part. Do not let
day go pass by, because days are made of these.
So, all of us are born with something in our hands. Some takes few trainings to realize what they have and some they just happens as they grow.
Yes I agree, we have special cases. The list never end. I have nothing against those people,but, I do not believe they are incapable of nothing. Some people have made it their choice and obligation to search and unearth the easy targets. Then they create victims of creativity.
Nobody can tell me "I found you, when you were nothing and made you something." That is a lie. I do not care who says what.I might have been lost in the way of expressing my creativity or do not have enough platform to show, you came along and presented it to me and I took it. When you looking for something, or someone. First, you have to know what you are looking for and you have the exact description of your desire. Then you find someone who come close to what you want and groom that person to match your direction. That does not make you a founder or a maker. I have respect for people who give opportunities. I have respect for people who groom other people. I have grown to know and learn who I am through the hard and difficult moments and tough times of my life. I have my parents to thank for that. i have most important people that are close to my heart that have contributed in making me realize what am I capable of. my brothers to mention but a few, my children and lastly my teachers all over the institutions I have been to. Some other people have not been so lucky as I am.
The world is perishing because of lack of knowledge. If all of us can be aware of who we are and what we are capable of doing, the world would be a better place.
I write because it makes me feel good. I sing because it is the only way for me to express the melodies and rhythms in my mind. For me living is creative and to live creativity you have to be alive, in mind, body and spirit. It does not matter what people say to you and about you. At the end you are the only one who knows how you feel, so, let us know how you do. Anyway you want to express it, do it. Now the platform keeps multiplying because someone did his /her part. Do not let
day go pass by, because days are made of these.
Thursday, February 2, 2012
Planning
Waking up in the morning is a gift we can never start to understand how and why wote get it. Knowing very well we do not owen a day or second to be able to plan what to do or say or to be yet we have in possetion diaries, organizer and some of us hire agents to do planning for them.
When I was growing up I had no intention of being old becaus my days were wonderful and had no responsibilities. People kept asking "what are you gonna be when you old?" Proudly answer by saying " a white man" In my mind thiy was the best it can get.You have to understand being a black man was not the best thing in South Africa.During my childhood, the only thing you respected and organized was white man.
Then I grew up, life began to change when I got my first job to my fist child then before I know it I was a white man that I wanted to be. Busy , flying now and then,planning the days and weeks as they come. Thinking I had life figuared out. YAHHH life aint a joke that we mistakenly asume to be.
Fact is black ,white or mix, we all are sharing the same value to God. We have no second, no hour, no day to plan but, we do it anyway.
I have no intention of braking these daily happenings and I so wiyh that my point of view be taken seriouse. I love life and as long as I am given a day ,I will show my gratittude
When I was growing up I had no intention of being old becaus my days were wonderful and had no responsibilities. People kept asking "what are you gonna be when you old?" Proudly answer by saying " a white man" In my mind thiy was the best it can get.You have to understand being a black man was not the best thing in South Africa.During my childhood, the only thing you respected and organized was white man.
Then I grew up, life began to change when I got my first job to my fist child then before I know it I was a white man that I wanted to be. Busy , flying now and then,planning the days and weeks as they come. Thinking I had life figuared out. YAHHH life aint a joke that we mistakenly asume to be.
Fact is black ,white or mix, we all are sharing the same value to God. We have no second, no hour, no day to plan but, we do it anyway.
I have no intention of braking these daily happenings and I so wiyh that my point of view be taken seriouse. I love life and as long as I am given a day ,I will show my gratittude
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