Pursuit To Happiness

A few nights back my friend and I were chatting by the roadside coming from a funeral; A car appeared in our direction with their light in high beam. I had my cycling light with and as per usual I flash motorists to flag them down to dip their headlights, so they dipped their lights and I turned down mine too, however as they encroached us they switched to high beam again and so I flashed them down again until they halted right next to my friend and I. A woman winds down her window and burst at us shouting "What are you doing? Can't you see you're blinding me? What if I swerved into a pit?" to which I calmly said "You have your headlight in high beam ma'am, I'm flashing to say dip it" this lady is not having any of it so she jumps out of her car charging and throwing tantrums on top of her lungs "Are you a car?" "Are you special?" she goes on and on saying all sorts of things and I am quiet at this point waiting on my ...

We rode from Gwanda to Bulawayo yesterday escorting Meli Ndlovu the cross border cyclist from Johannesburg on his 800KM+ activism ride against Drug and Substance abuse. This was not childsplay but above the hardnut parts of it it was quite the adventure! This guy is big in his own right, the idea of his initiative is good enough to endorse it without asking too many questions and wondering whatnot, I first escorted him in the yesteryear and I can attest to the fact that he really puts in his efforts. There's so much scrutiny, debates and doubts around his cycling that people miss the plot; cycling from Johannesburg to Bulawayo in two days is debatable but we've got to admit he really pulls off the lion's share of the activity, but that's not what I am going to sink myself into now. The Gwanda to Bulawayo route is a 120km stretch with an elevation rise of 950metres of mountain climbing. Now, from your floor, raise your chin up and imagine 0,9KM of height, the...

Our eyes get randomly fixated on different things which indirectly reflect our hidden desires without our realization. If your desires lie in a certain car seeing someone drive one will always catch your eye, if your desires lie in establishing a romantic/intimate relationship seeing two people crossing the street holding hands and laughing in each other's faces will catch your eye. People's desires are braided and so lie in various things, and so does our eyes. If I've found the relatively common aspect in desires it is that of a deep sense of lack; desires reflect what the heart yearns for and hopes for the most, and, they are usually attainable, sometimes not directly to us.  I have grown to question the places wherewhich my eyes wander to figure out reasons which pertain to that fixation. Amongst all of my eyes' wandering places A Mother's Love proved to be interesting enough to immerse you in by writing. Interestingly, I am prone to observe women wa...

Something is utterly wrong with people today, you give them their flowers and they throw them at you contemptuous of their thorns. But.. the flower? Something is wrong with the social media paddled society today, where rationale solely depends on and is ascertained by mob engagement more than it is by personal reception. It is quite astounding how snakebite effective a skewed narrative can influence the mind into an unmeditated choice by whose vehicle everyone wooshes into poisoned avenues solely because one can't afford to lose time thinking and lacking behind on a race of opinions on the subject matter, so one then chooses to take a regiment of it to add their opinion under absolutely no premeditation. Isn't it true what they say lies/evil travel faster than the truth/good? People are quick to believe in and endorse ill natured things. The type of stuff that got a girl's whole father apologizing to a vendor for her mistakes of running with the timeline thrill ...

                             Image Source : Zim_frwontou Out of all the benefits I've reaped from my popularity on Twitter, I cherished my cyber friendship with Buhle the most. I made friends from high places and some from humble places, some of which I am still in good books with and some not, but I cherished Buhle the most.  How we first met? It was in 2019 when I tried to sell bananas to her out of my scorch-cart but she was such a rude girl and said "angila mali", this doesn't sound rude at all from reading it but it was in her tone her eyes and her body language that she was rude. Manje nathi we are even rude(r) so my friend said "uyakhanya" and we broke a good chuckle and snapped hands chatting about Bulawayo girls and ubumbulu as she quietly disappeared into an alley. I subbed her on twitter the same day and she quoted "fuseki" with laughing emojis and that marked the beginning of my liken...

Dads are absolutely incredible at establishing security for their children, they can fully demonstrate when there's need to exhibit protective conduct. Any maltreatment of and social injustices imposed on their children dads will clear it with absoluteness, they are willing to go all the way out to protect and provide, and, it gives their offspring a superego and ample self esteem. This is why a father figure is important in every child's life, the idea and assurance of being secure and important equips them well for this life. As a kid I felt untouchable, I always thought my Pops was a superman and could tell Bush the former American President to piss off with his atomic bombs. My father exhibited unrelenting power, he was my top G, and every child deserves to feel that way about their parents.  However there is a point in the course of fatherhood where children reach a point of adoloscence all the way to maturity and Dads lodge there and then tough parental tactics on especia...