The Chosen One (gone too soon)

A young man who refused to believe in coincidence, you’re the Chosen one, with all the answers – now you’re on to the next chapter.

First day I met you, kicking you out of the room I had picked out the day before you arrived. I looked at the cover of your book and saw too much of the self which I was trying to get away from… So I thought it only normal to stay away from you.

This is my tribute to my late friend Sbonga Hlope. I do not intend to impose on your family’s privacy, but may this just be a way for us to continue the conversations which we’re now deprived of.

What I’m crying for now is a third chance. Because I already got the second after we lived in the same house for five months without saying more than our breakfast greetings.

Until you moved out, and a few months later I did too – Only to end up where you had landed before, at this point we both knew this friendship was meant to be.

At twenty one, you left this world too soon. We asked for the meaning of life, what was the value of a living that didn’t satisfy our dreams? After all, you were muti-talented and destined to create.

But now you’ve got drvine answers and that’s the best part. Enjoy the Angels and all their wonder. Here on Earth, I’ll keep your story – for the life you lived, there’s no need to say sorry.

Some people die too early, without anything to their name. But you lived the life of a true hustler, nothing was ever given your way – so you definitely did achieve.

A man true to his origins is what I’ll always remember. Conflicted by being the only one to make it out of the hood and into varsity, if your brothers didn’t eat, you wouldn’t neither.

One of the first lessons I learnt when I started blogging was not to expect much support from friends and family. But you stayed true to your word and it makes me proud to have made you feel. I’ve got nothing to offer aside from my words, you let me share them and now I hope they shed some light to the story you wrote.

I believe in you bro. At least every memory of you comes with a smile. You took our troubles to the chin, accepted a bruised ego – so to me you’ll always be a hero.

As I end this post, I leave with a promise that your story will never run dry, you were not the type of man to cry, your energy will never die, and in a roll call for warriors, you were always quick to say I.


Punch lines.

It frightens me. I am so close to writing only full stops. Like so many words are unnecessary to convey the message. For the few that understand, maybe it was a special assignment. It’s all about alignment. An author trying to pick up an audience, when really the reader should pick out the story. No lies, I write for glory. Find no pleasure in simple things, but I love the little things. Maybe it’s a result of growing in the Era of the punch lines. Rap artists and modern Preachers that hit the right spot. Oooh – Aaah – “that’s deep”… I say something like,

Most people say sleep is for the weak. I say sleep is for the week.

Or maybe my life is just a joke, with no punch line – nobody gets it. I’m proud of my stuff. I can’t call it work when I see no dividends. So it’s just my stuff. No market value, but what’s a market when I have this ego? I overturned mental slavery and achieved paradise. Vindication that I get from praise in the comments. I believe in my greatness more than anything. Achieving Vanity was my greatest success. Rewriting sanity is my next line of stuff. Sex, money and ignorance – I’ve learnt well from MTV.


Falling is best.

A wish upon a shooting star, a wish to walk upon the clouds and see the gods in all their might.

A dream come true when he flew straight to the skies, up – up – and away he goes.

And there he was amongst the skies, so cold, less breath and no ground to stand.

And so, the first step he took to walk the clouds, and ZOOM! Down he goes towards the ground.

And down and down and down he falls. If only he knew that the clouds where none but air, the pictures that once were, are now no more. A dream come true, but dispair for misguided perceptions.

And so, down he fell, back to earth. If he survives, will he ever be able to live? His dreams shattered and beliefs sure to change – a genius turned to simpleton.

Falling seems to be his only hope. His screams screen his mind away from constant reflection. The sky was the limit…they said you only have to dream it. And now he’s touched the skies and seen the clouds, can we say that he achieved his goals?

Will he die a young legend? The first man to take a step on the clouds, even if it meant that reality brought him down? Or will he survive to continue a long life unfulfilled?

Sometimes we have great hopes for our lives. Thinking outside of the box to dream the impossible. Somethings cannot be invented, they are only found.

If you had your wish only for a moment, would you be content if it only satisfied your own adventure, not turning into a milestone for all mankind to ponder and follow in your footsteps?

I wonder. As he continues to fall. I swear falling is his best bet.


The Journey.

The biggest mistake is thinking you have arrived. For this life is not a destination, but a forward moving journey of stimulation.

Discover your path, identify the next gate and get moving on. Love, laugh, Fear and Cry – this way you will know you’re alive.

Accept change, for it is inevitable. It is necessary even when it presents itself scary. Celebrate your victories, but do not neglect those of others. Mourn your failures, and remain open to support.

Yes, you will fall…you may still crawl. But when you get the courage to stand up again, the power is within you to take the next step.

Sometimes the roads will present a pit that seems made specifically for you to fall, but remember that you need to take a few steps backwards, then come back faster in order to make the jump!

Remember that everybody is on the journey. Our paths may intersect at any time, and some may even run parallel with yours forever. If you find me along the way, take me with you today… I will learn from you and offer my shoulder…

But if I start to break away, let me go – let her go, and him too… Our time has come to an end, but the journey goes on.

Feel free to be angry. But don’t hold a grudge. Forgive – even if you can never forget. Remember that anger is punishing yourself for another person’s mistakes.