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Keletso Chris

A young, African writer is what I am. Going through life has been an interesting journey, but I would love to also be Growing through life. I have an eye for life, like photographer has an eye for pictures, I evaluate the simplest and complex things related to living and being human. Sometimes my understanding of life makes me feel crazy, but I realised quickly that I wasn't so special, that is why I write these thoughts, hoping that anybody who goes through them too can relate and breathe a sign of relief because you are not going through it alone.

In my Head

Check out my post titled: Out of My Mind for context…


One, two three, four, ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, eleven, twelve…

What are you doing there mate? I’m counting my friend.

But the numbers you are counting are not in order, it does not make sense what you’re doing.

Haha yes indeed it does not make sense to you my friend. It’s not your fault though, you believe so much in the way things are, you do not and cannot bring yourself to attempt the impossible. Not that there is actually the impossible – everything is possible if you seek, find and apply.

Okay you said a lot there, but let’s not wander too far away from my point.You are counting numbers. First you did so in ascending order, then you switch and descended, and then you had Eleven after Five! That’s nonsense my friend, nobody else outside of you would ever understand what you are doing, neither would they even bother to debate this with you…it’s just nonsense!

Oh! nobody else would understand me? my friend? is everything that you do done for the purpose of other people’s understanding? Are numbers only used for counting in ascending and descending order? well what about elementary school mathematics, where pupils are being taught addition, subtraction and multiplication and so on? what about the study of the sciences and that use mathematics to explain probability and the force of gravity and so on? if numbers were simply limited to counting up and down, what great discoveries would we be without right now?

Okay, and back to the being understood matter, I may never be understood by anybody else in this place or the next. But your failure to attribute may not come from my deficiencies but maybe from your own belittled mental capacity. I tell you my friend, you may not understand, but I understand it and so does the creator – therefore, I am satisfied.

The creator? Oh don’t get me started on that. You are one to speak of science and discoveries. Tell me then, which of the sciences has proven the existence of a creator? Are not the scientists the biggest skeptics when it comes to that matter? Are they not speaking evolution after the Big Bang? infinite universe and nothingness after death?

My friend, in this matter I will not even attempt an intellectual response for you. For I have met the creator myself. I have spoken to him and him to me. Do you not know what you are? Do you not know who you are? You are doubt, you are, like me and everybody else here, just a thought in our creator’s mind. If you think you and I are real, trust me he is more real than we are. He has flesh and blood, Life and Death, in him we live and move and he has the ability to bring any of us into his direct consciousness at will. he also has the ability to bring us out into the world, we could manifest, but only by his will.

crazy old man, you have spoken to a creator? what does he look like? why are you so special that you alone have had this experience? because for as long as I have lived, I have never heard anyone make such an absurd clam in this place.

Well of course you will not have heard such claims from anyone in this place. Everyone here is so scattered and selfish. Everyone is too busy chasing the attention and being the loudest, that they cannot hear when the creator complains of having crazy thoughts. I tell you, if a thought would humble itself and present itself worthy for consideration, the creator will bring that thought into his consciousness and together the will make decisions.

And if a thought refuses to “humble” itself and never gets worthy of “consideration”? Asked Doubt sarcastically, “What will happen to him?”

The Old Wise thought replied and told him the truth about what happens to thoughts that behaved and thought that misbehaved. He told him that a thought that failed to humble itself for the creator to evaluate it would be damned to living a struggle in the sub-conscious mind. After living in the sub-conscious for a time known only as “Too Long”, the thought would eventually be Forgotten from existence, it would have lost and wasted the Magic that every thought is born with.

And what about the thoughts who did humble themselves in front of their creator, well they would get taken to a new place, a sort of paradise known as the Conscious mind. Here, these thoughts would live together with the creator, helping him make decisions and being with when he takes time for a moment of silence. This place is the closest that a thought can get to the real world, it is the closest that a thought can get to becoming a Creation.


To be continued…


Author’s Perspective

Hello reader, This is a little series that has brought itself to my conscious mind – my first series and I’m excited to Share it with you because it just flows so beautifully out of my mind. It is thought provoking and unpredictable, so PLEASE share with me in the comments section. Till next time.

You Don’t GAIN Followers. You GET them!

Haha look at me, only two days with a Premium Account and I’m already bossing people around. Forgive me, but I have to put this out there. My friends asked me for tips on how I got people to follow my page, and this is what I told them…

I operated under a FREE WordPress page for a year before I upgraded to my current account with the view of making some money out of it and most importantly pushing myself to discover and become the Writer that I want to become.

So I had a full year with the Free Blog, but just because it was free and unable to make money, it did not mean I could just sit back and treat it as if it’s not important. I had to have vision, I had to look forward to the day when I would start paying for it – the most important goal is to make sure I at least break-even on the money I spent.


SO WHAT DID I DO?

Create Content

Continue creating content. You cannot expect people to follow a page that looks like it has been abandoned. Your readers want to know if they can trust you. If you are writing about something that they relate to, your readers will be eager to know what happened since you posted. They want to know if you conquered that demon, and sometimes they want to talk with you and share experiences and build relations. If you’re not posting frequently, you might lose these readers.

I was a full time Law student this year, so I was not always able to make time for my blog, but I knew that I had to push to make it look alive. 600 Followers is still very modest, but it gives me hope for growth. So make sure you love blogging, maybe write about something you really love instead of what you think people will read.

Follow, Like and Comment on other Bloggers’ posts

One of the first lessons that I learnt when I started Blogging is that another Blogger’s success does not mean your failure. With this mindset, you should search for other posts in your niche or topic, like a few of them and make sure you read some – there is a lot of awesome content and people out there.

Today alone, I discovered three Blogs that I not only enjoy, but really love reading through ( If I knew how to link I would link them). I got to know these blogs through the exchanging of a few comments, which then led to me scrolling through their pages and discovering the Gold mines that I found.

So do that too, One big aspect of being a blogger is the Marketing factor. You are your very own Publisher, if you don’t make the effort to bring readers to your site, then you will be sucking your thumb forever…this is not that Buy Followers thing on Instagram…lol


              Author’s Note

I hope that helps shed some light into the grind that goes into creating a blog with sufficient following, let alone, making money. These tips are not the professional standard or the Formula to getting Followers, but a personal account that’s working. It is in no way the place to end however, so let us keep learning new ways and share…PLEASE leave a comment

Why choose a career in Blogging?

This is my first post as the proud owner of a Premium WordPress account and I’m very excited for the journey ahead. Trust me I am under no illusion that this will be an easy journey, but making a success story out of this will be a victory not only for me, but for anybody who chooses to take their future into their own hands and create something to be proud of and hopefully survive out of.

As it stands, I already live my life walking on the thin line between Bravery and Stupidity. It may be called stupidity because I am currently still a Law student, all I have to do is stick to it and complete my studies, get my degree, and let Life lead me into a respectable profession that would probably guarantee me a stable living, as well as bring much honour to my family simply for having a lawyer for a son.

But I choose to call it Bravery. I’m still just pushing through the learning phases to becoming that honourable lawyer, but what value does honour and respect have when I go through the entire year suffering from depression caused by the sucking out of my life and replacing it with a promise of stability?

My housemate, who later became a close friend laughed at me once during a conversation with the gents. He referred to the fact that coming to this point in my studies, I have studied Politics and Law, both which tried to teach me how to survive in the system. he laughed at the fact that instead of adhering to the structure that was being laid for me, I was instead focused on trying to Beat the system.

He was right. I am trying to beat the system. I was born in a black South African family two years after the end of Apartheid. My mother was one of eight children and she studied and became a nurse. I’d say she did well enough that by the time my older sister and I left High School, she was able to put us both into University. My sister now studies Medicine and I study Law.

You would think that this is a beautiful success story in itself, but you have to ask yourself why I chose to study Law in the first place, or even better, ask yourself why I chose to continue my studies further by going to University.

Well, long-story-short, A black child in Africa is not really given a choice. Very few people like me have the option to leave school and go join Daddy in the family business. Coming out of school and not going to University is automatically seen as a failure. I’m not trying to blame anybody here, that’s just how the system works.

But we live in the 21st century here – the age of the Internet – and while most people turn to the internet for entertainment, for news gossip, NetFlix and cute kittens on YouTube, there is another world of people who have made the internet into their very own Work Space. The world is growing faster through technology, you can either complain about it, or turn to face the music…my friend added another option, “..or you can dance to it”.

And that’s exactly what I’m trying to do by pursing a Career in Blogging…I’m trying to dance to the music. I love writing, it’s still a raw talent, but this is my platform and opportunity to harness and develop it and myself. If you find yourself being carried by the wind of Life, floating in unhappiness and dissatisfaction, I suggest you commit a situational suicide.    Don’t hear me wrong, I’m not saying kill yourself, but I am offering you the opportunity to kill whatever situation is causing you dissatisfaction or depression.

There is a belief going around that Millennials are lazy and entitled. They say we have no patience and they practically label us as unfit for the Workplace. Well, I think they may be right. We are not fit for the Workplace because we grew up in the technological era. We adopted our personalities from movie characters and television, when one thing began to bore us, we would simply change the channel and find what was right – we lost the attention span as a result. But for everything that we are NOT in the workplace or in the current society, there is something that we are in the online world.

The old systems are failing us, so it’s time to make a change. I don’t want to watch my time fly away because I was too busy trying to please somebody who was already comfortable in his own system that was tailor made for him. Let’s become entrepreneurs, let’s become creators, let’s build our own system that our grandchildren will try to escape out of.


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Distance Makes The Heart Grow Fonder

They say Distance makes the heart grow fonder. I guess that’s an obvious result of all the time that we spend in wonder. Because now that you’re away, all I do is ponder, I can’t clear my mind from the thoughts of you, the memories and the fears that continuously rain into my head causing a stormy thunder. I miss you.


It took me a while to stop fighting the fact within myself that I’m missing you. It’s only been a day without you, but a day without my best friend, the person I spend everyday with is more than I can handle at this moment in time.

I remember you were on your phone and I was on mine. We were not even talking but your presence was warm enough. You turned and let it out, “You’ll miss me when the year ends and we go our separate ways.”     And yet the danger didn’t quite register, that we live practically on opposite ends of the country, because we still continued to live as if tomorrow would never come.


Five Things I Hate About Missing Someone Special:

1. My Own Insecurities

I guess I have to start with my own insecurities because most of my problems come from the fact that I overthink too much. I create scenarios in my head, like what if you bump into so-and-so and go out on a wild night and end up doing something that could leave my heart broken?

I create so many fictional scenarios, but the biggest problem is the fact that whenever the thought is bad, it always seems much realer than my good thoughts. Ouch!

And after reconsideration of the first point, I’ve realized that I won’t actually be sharing FIVE THINGS I HATE ABOUT MISSING SOMEONE SPECIAL , instead I will share One thing – which is my Insecurities, and then the other four will be examples of the insecurities. Let’s go!

2. What’s going on in your head?

So I’ve already mentioned what happens in my head when I’m missing you. Now I’m left here wondering, Are you also missing me the same way I miss you? I wonder if you are having fun doing all the things you do with your family and friends back home. Obviously I want you to have a great time, but I just wish somewhere in there you spare some time to think of me.

I hope you’re also holding yourself back from clicking my number on the phone and calling me for the third time today. Well, I already clicked the button, took me straight to voicemail, so I hope the first thing you do when you see my missed call is get back to me and break me out of this craze of uncertainty.

3. Who’s texting you trying to “catch up”?

You’ve been out of the city and away at University, far from home, far from all your friends that you left behind and all the others who chose different paths. But now is that time of the year, everybody is back home for the festive season. There’s going to be a lot of high school reunions, especially with the way you loved your days in School.

And I know how guys think. Someone is going to look at you and see how much you have grown and how beautiful you’ve become. So I just hope you will be able to tell the difference from the wolves and the sheep, even if they suddenly seem to wear the same clothing.

I’m even starting to think about those nerdy dudes that you had little crushes on back in primary school. What if they rock up and take you back to memories that I cannot compete with, get you lost and naive, and then you make mistakes that leave me weak?

4. What if the journey proves too long?

I once dated a beautiful girl who lived in another city, so we did the whole Long-Distance relationship thing. At the time I trusted much easier because I focused my trust on me and her. But I remember someone once asked me, “Dude, your girlfriend is so hot, she gets asked out by multiple times daily…What are the odds that in a year of 365 days, she will say NO each and everyday?”     haha, at the time I didn’t let it affect me. But after a confusing Break up which I did not see coming, I started to suspect that somebody had planted a bad seed in my beautiful garden, or worse, had eaten from it.

And so that is one of the many things that linger in my mind today, What if you just cannot hold on to the promise that we will get back to each other soon? I learnt not to lean too much on yesterday’s victories because today’s problems attack today’s mindset, so I hope you’ll still be strong enough to endure the temptations.

5. What if you start to see how imperfect I am?

I’m so far from perfect but you treat me like I’m one in a million. I’m so far from perfect and I’m scared that you might actually start seeing it by looking at the previous four points above. Does it make me look emotionally weak? does it make me less of a man?

I take comfort in these fears from a song by the singer Passenger, the lyrics claim, “They say fear is for the brave – The cowards never stare it in the eye”…And I hate to expose you here, but you did say that his music bored you when I payed it for us, so maybe you will also think his views on bravery are just as skewed.

And what about my many other flaws? you might start to see them clearer now that you have stepped out of the box a little. Now that you are out of the smoke room, you might be able to smell the fire and slowly start to lose your desire for this thing that we have, and maybe even acquire a taste of a different kind of guy dressed some flashy attire…



Author’s Perspective

Thank you for stopping by to read this Post on “Distance makes the heart grow fonder”. As you can see, I’ve adopted here, the view that this “fondness” comes from fear. I am pretty sure that I will learn more on this when the time is due. But right now, I think TRUST is all that I would have to apply to deal with these insecurities and fears. What do you think? Please find the comment button if you have some advice or reaction. Thank you.

 

Live Your Life like a Movie!

Ah I’m back home and glad to be because I just couldn’t wait to get my hands on my pen – figuratively, because this is the new age and I pick my pen, in all shapes and sizes from this option on my computer screen. Look how much we have developed, from “times are hard” to doing hard time for choosing the wrong words on the wrong comment section during your pass times.

I just wanted to tell you about what we did with my home boys during the weekend. We shot the stars down and lit up the moon with the flames from exhaust fumes that cut through the ozone layer and produced a hole in the system for us to pounce through. Why? Well everyone else is doing it. America did and became the greatest nation of our time. And now is our time, yes our time and we spend it online. So blame it on me if suddenly all the kids are finding ways of keeping up with the demands of this life you gave us, breaking out of your system that keeps us locked up in four-corner walls. Well we have become so accustomed to being stuck in a box, but we prefer to stay in the walls of our homes and hopefully make some money off the internet. At least this way we remain in the comfort of our loved ones with less fake friends and more time to make mistakes and make amends.

I too was once critical. Stuck in an old fashioned mindset that I don’t even know from whence I got it. But now look at me, I’m awake and walk with my eyes open and see that this is exactly how you said it was going to be.  Oh, You didn’t say it? Well then the lady on the television and that one guy who once acted in a Bruce Lee movie said it. And I take it that when you left us at home alone with nothing but the TV for company, you elected all those adults as your representatives, the elected guardians and now I live my life like an action movie, Love like a Romantic Comedy and hope that after doing all the dumb things I’m about to do, I’ll still end up with a happy ending as always…

See, every movie has a Main Character, that Star Player like Messi in Barcelona, and for these guys there’s always a happy ending in waiting. This Main Character might go through some struggles just like the other characters, maybe just as a way of diverting our attention from the fact that He is different and destined for greatness, admiration and ultimately, Survival. Well, that’s who I’m going to be. I’m tired of spending my precious time watching useless YouTube videos, Indulging in insane Hollywood movies and Listening to perfectly pitched Music Videos, No, I’ve made my decision. You asked me what I wanted to be, well I hope you really meant, what “I” want to be…because now I’ve made my decision, I wanna be the star of my own Movie. That is, My Life.

And yes, for every Main Character there is a whole bunch of people that join him on the journey. Some stay for the long run, sometimes even getting lucky enough to share in the success story at the end. And sometimes, the supporting characters are just diversions as I already mentioned, some are just examples and they fail and die away without any sympathy from the viewers nor the producers and directors – clearly.

And well, if my destiny proves to not be attached to me on that victory lap at the end and I find myself being nothing more than a side-act in somebody else’s movie, then let me stop trying to fight for the unfightable, let me stop trying to be something I’m not and just accept my fate and do whatever reckless stunt is expected of me and die my death, in perfect timing, and allow the movie to go on as planned, with me forgotten, left on the floor rotten while Isaac Newton comes only a day later to see another apple fall off from the tree and come up with an epiphany and just as usual, my lack of timing leave my name lost in time as a fading memory…yeah, that’s it…let me pick my stick one more time, until the next time and let’s see what’s mine and what’s not.

Out Of My Mind!

Once upon a time there lived a boy, a naughty boy, a little boy with nothing in his hands but trouble on the double. One golden morning our naughty little boy set out on an adventure to destroy the peace. He said to himself, “oh look how all these folks go through life with ease. If I can’t have my piece, I’ll fill their tanks with flees!”

So the little boy started on his journey of evil. He stopped by the gates of the yellow cottage on the hillside that was the home of Mrs Widow Kensworth. He shouted, “Little old lady, Little old lady, Come out Come out I have a treat for you. Bring me your dog and today alone I will give him a wash for no Penny”

He did this jumping from house to house, yard to plot and by the break of noon he had collected enough flees to fill the bucket at his knees. A few minutes of rest will do, he said to himself, having shown great determination to disrupt the pleasant joy in this comfy little town.

You see, this little naughty boy that lived once upon a time was a city boy. He had travelled with his mother from town to town, always being forced to move because his mother’s work was apparently “unorthodox” (whatever that means)…He had heard this description of his mother’s work from his friend Rufus back when they lived in Handercliff-town. Rufus overheard his father spreading the news to his mother over dinner and the round table…

Anyway, yes, he was a city boy you see, and he liked the fast and uncertain life that those folks live that side. And since they were always moving, him and his mother, he became rather lonely and began giving up on ever making friends if it only meant that he would leave them a couple of months after growing fond and a bond with them.

Eyyy, pssssttt!!! it’s supposed to be “his mother and him”…and I’m not lonely, I just really think this place is boring and I’d like to give them a little something to get their blood pumping…haha, IF you know what I mean *WINK*

Woah, WHAT? HOW? WHO’s DOING THAT?!!

It’s me mate, I’m doing it. You’re doing it to be exact, but practically I’m the one doing it. Here’s a suggestion, Try making me sound less like some antient Medieval folktale…Give me an I-phone and a Kim Kardashian, come on man, I’m your imagination…live a little!

First of all, Who are you?

I’m the little naughty boy. You know, the one you didn’t even bother to name. Thanks a lot Einstein…

You’re the naughty Boy in the story that I’m writing?

Yes mate, Come on, Don’t act like this is the first time you’ve ever spoken to yourself. Just because I came now in the form of a fancy little character you were trying to create, doesn’t mean I’m any less realer than any of your other thoughts…

Wow, I never thought I’d ever have one of my stories talk back to me, this is weird. should I be worried? Ahh man, now for sure I’m going crazy! *SIGH*…How did this happen?

Ah dude, I wasn’t here for a Q and A session. I only wanted to suggest that you put me in the next scene with an actual babe instead of some Granny in a cottage bro, Come on!!

Haha, I like the feel of that story, You just had to be patient and wait until the end of the story and stop being like everyone else who likes jumping to conclusions, and even worse, like the rest of the other thoughts that come out of my head without even giving each other a chance to finish and me a chance to breathe and catch some air, and have some peace…man, why doesn’t anyone ever just let me have my piece?

Damn! Chill bro. I’m only here because you believe in me so much. I am a figment of your imagination, I’ve been in your head for so long and now you finally took the time to write about me. And when you wrote about me, you probably allowed me to manifest and I just had to take my opportunity man. As you said, those thoughts in your head don’t play fair, so I thought I’d just pop up and ask that you give me a few nice things to go back with you know, just until the next time you think about me…

Ya well I’m sure you know that I don’t really have much control over what happens in there man. And I’m sure there are some rules, or at least there should be some rules against words talking back to their author or whatever you are…

Hells Yeah there are rules bro! Haha But read up, you’re the one who said I’m a naughty Boy..Haha, So I guess this is me pouring flees into your tea pot too hehe…Now Give me a name, It will help you remember me, Please bro…

Okay, here’s your name, Fold! Now do as your name and Fold back to where you came from!

 

 

 

 

Times have Changed. Here’s an Update.

My child, I have traveled the ends the world many a times, seen the depths of a man’s heart deeper than even the greatest ocean would ever dare to surf. Love? I have known and lost. If you were to come in here tomorrow at dawn asking of hope, I can split your heart apart and put it together again by the end of moonlight and you would never care to partake in another of that meaningless chatter that you youths indulge yourselves in these days. You waste precious effort allowing contraction in your throat in the name of small talk. You have wronged, indeed by walking up to me with such a tame excuse of a presentation which I can assure any strange man on the street that you went through mars and all of the milky way in construction and deconstruction, addition and erasing, next time you would do best to think less and ask not, for I will not even bother to breathe a word of response with regard to your concerns.

But father, no, Dad…All my friends will be there and this event will be the decider of my reputation, not only for the rest of this year but also going into college next year. Even the lamest of the lames may create names for themselves this weekend. Spenser has just gone through a break up with that girl from next province and he has made it known that he will be on the lookout for a new love at this very event and I have a feeling he has got in his mouth a taste for a girl of my texture and type, you know, the kind that shies away from the hype, doesn’t get high and is bolted firmly into her roots.

You dare speak of bolts and roots and still bear the nerve to stand in your muddy boots and argue with me? If indeed this boy tingles for a mannered girl, you have proven in this very moment that you are not that. Let us then speed up the process, save ourselves senseless therapeutic sessions and pity stories when your disillusioned plans plummet into fumes and leave this entire household in the despair with the next excuse which you will mistakenly label as heartbreak. please and thank you…let us abandon this.

You know what you must do? call up a good friend and spend this time rather, in the comfort and safety of this lovely home your mother and I have worked tirelessly to build for your development and all else. Trust me, the time will come when you will know the true meaning of sacrifice and loss. Which reminds me, not that I could ever forget, of the brave young men who give up fear and aimless daydreams to stand firm in their numbers for the honor of defending their country and all its peoples, now those are the kind of men who can even dare to speak of preference. Especially when talking about women who are firmly tailored and mannered in their culture. Nothing in this world is just given, nothing that if truly of value is ever begged for, and lousy and shameless is a man who cries for respect when he fails even in the slightest of ways to inspect himself, his doings of past and his doings now, before he decides upon himself a position to make demands as if he has earned even the right to attain attention, not to mention, the affection of a woman with direction, devotion and well groomed dedication.

I am sorry to offer you a teaching as my elder and parent, for indeed you have earned in your time, the right and position to speak and be heard. But it is unfortunate and therefore, correct for me to give you an update. For the times have changed, this I may reveal unto you old wise man. Yes, times have gone and birth has been given to an era anew. Let today be the day that we wash the windows as I give you a new lens to apply onto your eyes. I am not of those brave young men who stand on the front line with our flag and frankly I am quite content if not ecstatic for that matter. I have grown with my eyes open, looking outward first before inward because out there there is the world. I am able to stand with my chest in bulk because I have learned the ways of the modern woman. In no way has she lost her value, however, it is her who has given up its application for the thrill of a wild ride out by the seashore where her hair can follow her as she throws her hands in the air screaming, ” I don’t care”. And you may look at this and nod not, but I put no blame on these modern ladies because I concur that it was your generation and the people of its time that put those unjustifiable constraints on the poor female. so what if honor be lost? at what cost? for it was freedom that was sacrificed and with freedom stolen, no being would be able to hold on to pain for so long…