Afrikan Self Help: First Testament. part 2

Our identity. Freedom and the ability to be lazy is our identity. If we were able to take away the norms of the world and the idea of the value money has, we will mostly be free and half way lazy of being free. Freedom has been painted in a bad light, with colors of money. That if one does not have money, one can never be free, which is the greatest fallacy we have come to believe.

People with money believe this. The game of money is a never ending game, one can always put another number behind the last number in order for the money game to continue. Freedom is a whole different ball game. Freedom is frightening when one is used to the norms of society. It was frightening for me before the realization of what freedom is.

All the exotic food one desires to eat, one can eat the food without the value of money being put to it. It is just a matter of getting the food for yourself and cooking it for yourself. Every vegetable and fruit can be self planted, it is a matter of taking time to plant and nourish the seed you have planted. We only need two things to survive on daily basis, food and water. We can survive without many things but cannot survive without food and water. Which is important that one plants their own food as the individual will know what exactly is good for them and what is bad, at all times you have your eyes on your plate.

Purifying your own water is extremely important, as you get to know natural chemical free ways to clean water. We will know how water can be cleaned, how do we know that water is clean, which measurements do we use to clean water.

One can get that car one wants, it’s not a matter of building the car for/by yourself, it is about finding people who are free and have passed the being lazy stage of freedom, and actually love building things as an expression of freedom. People who believe that their purpose to be alive is to build things and understand why they are building the things that that they are building, for what purpose they are building them.


Hey, Young World.

I wake up and ask you ‘how you doing?’, everyday you give me the same answer, ‘you better than you were yesterday’. I go outside and nothing has changed to the naked eye, the trees are still of wood, stones are still hard with no emotions and so, I pray we help each other to save our children.

You world, I like you, I want to be like you. 4,543 billion years old and you haven’t wrinkled. You may have changed a couple of times but you remain true to your values, you have been the same since I’ve known you. You have seen men rise to their highest level of achievements, you were there to witness it. You have seen men fall on their knees wishing, asking you to swallow them, and still you were there to comfort them, at night you put stars on top of their heads to give them light at their darkest moment. They are the first ones to be blessed when the morning sun rises, rain washes away their transgressions but still they don’t want to leave your side. Your love can’t be bought with gold or silver for they come within you.

Your beauty men should be afraid of, you ask for nothing and yet we keep taking everything from you. You are forever young and beautiful, you know no colour. I pray my daughter loves you and my son takes care of you. You are a world on your own and sometimes we confuse you with the world we create for ourselves. You never stop showing us your beauty, the flowers we never stop to appreciate or plant to give back to you, your warmth from the sun that let’s our body work at best, the stars we want to be, next to the moon. The sea and all creatures that live in it, which we can only admire from a distance for you know what’s best. Your beauty can’t be penned down, it can only be felt, seen, heard and be meditated on.

I want to be like you, occupy more land than there is construction and leave it as it is for that’s how you look. I want to be at peace from and with those who take from me and don’t say thank you. I want to create beautiful writings that will last forever in your image of nature.
I’m turning twenty four in eleven days time.

Hey, Young World, would you be mine?
I promise, I won’t let go.

Grace Mugabe Is NOT Far Off The Mark.

“But that’s still not where chivalry got killed. Chivalry got killed by the feminist movement on all them magazines that got women going crazy, because women got too much advice about men from other women. And they don’t know what the fuck hey’re talking about.

And it’s true. I see the shit in the magazines. I don’t read ’em, but I be seeing the cover. I look at– you ever be in the grocery store, fellas, you look at one of them magazines like, “What is this?” And it say on the cover:
“A hundred ways to please your man” by… some lady.
Get outta here, man. come on.
Ain’t no hundred ways. That list is four things long.
Just suck his dick, play with his balls, then fix him a sandwich and don’t talk so much, and they’re gon’ be happy.
That’s it.

And then the magazines trick the women. The magazines start picking at your self-esteem. Every page you turn, you start feeling fatter, and uglier, and you feel like your clothes aren’t good enough.
And the magazines have you forgetting how fucking beautiful you are.
And that’s what happens. Now look what happens.
And then you forget how beautiful you are, and we all suffer.
If pussy was a stock, it would be plummeting right now because you’ve flooded the market with it. You’re giving it away too easy.
I’m just… being truthful.
I’m just talking.
It would plummet!
We’d be watching the news.
“Today, pussy plummeted again on the NASDAQ.
Gold is up ten points.”

You can see it. You ever have this happen? This is how confusing it is. This is the practical application of what I’m talking about.
Like a guy will be out– this happens a lot, guys– you’ll be at a club, a bar, right? You’re just kicking it with your boys, and a girl walks by, and, man, she looks good. She looks good. Not good in that classical way.
I mean, you know, I’m talking good like, she got half her ass hanging out her skirt. Mm.
Her titties are all mashed together…
Popping out the top of her turtleneck and shit.
And you’re with your buddies, right? You’re with your buddies, you got a couple of drinks in you, and you see a girl, you might try to talk to her. It just might not come out right.
I don’t know what you’d say to her:
“DAMN, look at them titties!”

The girl gets mad at you.
“Oh, uh-uhh. Oh, wait a minute. Wait a minute!
Just because I’m dressed this way, does NOT…
Make me a whore.”
Which is true. Gentlemen, that is true. Just because they dress a certain way doesn’t mean they *are* a certain way. Don’t ever forget it.
But, ladies, you must understand that that is fucking confusing.
It just is.
Now that would be like me, Dave Chappelle the comedian, walking around the streets in a cop uniform.
Somebody might run up on me.
“Oh, thank God. Officer, help us. come on. They’re over here. Help us!”
I’m not gonna be like:
“Oh! Just because I’m dressed this way does not make me a police officer.”
You understand what I’m saying?
It’s like, “All right, lady, fine, fine. You are not a whore.
But you *are* wearing a whore’s uniform, I’ll tell you that shit right now.”

Little misunderstandings can happen. And then, man, we misunderstand women a lot. You know, we always undermine their feelings. You can’t do that to them.”- DAVE CHAPELLE’S “Killin’ Them Softly”