Kindness Doesn’t Cost A Thing

For a moment, let’s forget about handing a penny to a homeless person, creating soup schemes for kids at your neighborhood homeless shelter, giving out free tablets to primary school learners or awarding bursaries for high school graduates, let us just go back to the basics.

Funding an international plumbing company to install water pipes in Africa means nothing if you do not know the basics of kindness, and the gift of giving love; because it is far valuable than Mustangs and diamonds.
It is now that I realize the importance of being kind, I have recently started working for a Walmart shop and the cashiers are treating us (me and the other new guys) like trash.
Back to the basics, it is really hypocritical to smile at your preacher at church if you fail to smile at the person you work with every day.
Not that I really need much from them, but I just feel it’s standard workplace behavior to be welcoming to new staff so they can adapt quickly, experience a healthy working environment, and not be afraid to talk to you when they need something.

Kindness isn’t only giving out money or free food, but it is also about having the best intentions at heart, smiling genuinely, reaching out to others first and offering your services without even thinking twice whenever they are needed.
How much does that cost?

It has gotten to the point where some of my new colleagues are adopting this attitude as well. Today I heard someone saying “if you give me sh*t attitude I’ll give you that sh*t attitude back”, and it just sounded destructive to me, only kindness inspires kindness. Fighting fire with fire ends up burning everyone, burning bridges compromises mobilization, and being kind to an unkind person shows that that you genuinely have the best intentions at heart, and you are willing to go to all ends for this interaction to be as healthy as possible, and that will not kill you either.

Kindness doesn’t cost a thing.


Guess Who’s Back???

It has been a long time since I last posted a blog article, and I am ashamed of myself.
You see, I had made a commitment to myself that I will post about two articles on WordPress every single week, and months have gone by since I have even shared a quote, and it’s a damn shame, because a man is only as good as his word.

Yes I have failed to keep my word, but please hear my plea, because I believe I really have some valid reasons for my “incompetence”.
First of all, things ain’t always that black and white, and your whole life can be turned upside down in just a moment. The last thing I remember is me writing my book peacefully and hoping to publish it soon and buy a stroller for my baby, and then the next moment I had no baby, or book, money, friends and not even a place to stay, and all that in just a blink of an eye.

I then took a job at retail trying to pick up the pieces, and before I knew it, I had went from selling expensive ladies perfumes and underwear to packing tin fish at Walmart and feeling like a damn idiot, and thinking to myself, “at least at my first job I interacted with beautiful ladies”.

I’m a very passionate author, so as much as I know how much of a waste it is for me to be pushing trolleys, packing tills and stock whilst I could have been just writing, I also know I just have to do it, it’s either that or go homeless boy.
And I cross my typist fingers that soon enough someone will spot my potential as I’m standing shamefully behind a trolley. Amen.

And I promise to check in on WordPress whenever I get a chance.

God bless you all.


Count Your Blessings

2015 has been the worst year of my life so far, tribulation after tribulation, lost my job, home, friends and most recently, my unborn baby. In the last three months I have suffered a great deal of pain.
But, because of it all, I have learned survival. “Getting up” matters the most when you’re really going down and a smile is most meaningful when tears seem most sensible.
Count your blessings, especially when there seem to be not any, because believe it or not, that is when they matter the most.

I have a lot to be grateful for, these are not even half but I decided they are a good place to start, right? Let’s go. I am grateful for:
1. Waking up this morning- As long as you’re still blessed with yet another day, you can still turn your life around, trust me.
2. My satisfactory physical and mental health- My eyes that read this, hands that typed it, the brain that conceptualized it and the body that never tires of mobilizing me.
3. The country of my birth- A lot of us take this one for granted (with the exception of Americans of course), being born in certain countries provides certain privileges, so thank you South Africa.
4. Food in my stomach- If you’ve eaten something today, no matter how small it might have been, you’re far blessed than someone who has had nothing at all.
5. The family around me- Even when they’re not family by blood, people around us that genuinely care always make it all worth it.

I could go on forever, there’s just so much to be grateful for. Irrespective of your circumstances, there is always a reason to smile.



Our Thoughts Are Home For The Homeless

A friend and I have recently gotten lost on our way to a certain record company, we were so broke that we couldn’t catch a taxi back to town, as we were contemplating walking we decided to at least eat something first, I counted the change I had in my pocket, and it was just enough to cover a loaf of bread, a packet of chips and a cold drink. We then looked for a food outlet and discovered a very dodgy food shop, we were really desperate so we bought food there even though they had no place to eat, we carried our package like idiots until we found a post office box we set up on top of at the side of the road, next to an abandoned building. As we were about to eat we saw a homeless man sitting against this building and starring so much at us that my friend said to me; “man, this is so awkward, I seriously cannot eat with that guy looking at us like that”. I said nothing, I went on eating and I started thinking;

How does a man get to that level of giving up? What did he get wrong in life? And a whole lot of other questions. Every choice we make has its own consequences, even if we do not see them at the time of our choice, but somehow they always come come back to haunt us someday. Was it the case with this man? I seriously did not know. And then a voice inside my head quietly said to me;

“How he got there is really not my business, but my business is I have a responsibility towards him as we all do towards each other, because it is in our hands to preserve humanity. Helping others isn’t really a choice you can choose to pick or not pick, but it’s a responsibility we all have. You are not to judge or question anyone, but you are to help them in any way you can, with no questions asked. Obviously I couldn’t buy him a home, but I could share with him whatever I had, it didn’t matter how little it was, in the end it would have made a difference”.

For people who were as hungry as we were, we got full too soon. My friend said to me; “let’s save some for later” as we were about to embark on our long walk to freedom, and I responded “God will provide for us later”. I then wrapped up what was left of our meal and went over to this man, I put it down before him and bowed my head, he looked so hungry that he couldn’t even speak, he mumbled a ‘thank you and may God bless you breathlessly covered in an old rag of a blanket, his hair falling off, mouth full of cracks and his nose was blocked with blood.

I promised myself to never speak of it ever, but I just realized that if it inspires someone out there to do the same then I absolutely have to. For the fact that we had been lost there, we couldn’t catch a taxi there, we bought food at a place that had nowhere to eat and we only found a place next to him it really means we had to see him, and if we had ignored him, he would fail more than just him, we would fail fate as well.