HOME AT LAST! Part 17
WEALTH MANAGEMENT IN THE DIASPORA
For an ordinary Diasporant with humble origins from their motherlands, with no history of family wealth accumulation over time and, therefore, not born with silver spoons in their mouths; as well as not having been raised with soft pillows under their wings by virtue of family status, influence, privileges, and power, the Diaspora can present unprecedentedly huge opportunities to earn money, create, build, and sustain wealth. Assumption here being that the Diasporant chooses not to die dead, nor alive, leading a miserable zombie-like life of bottomless anger, frustration, bitterness, and hate, with no ambition and direction in lands of milk and honey in the Diaspora. Loser Diasporants fill up psychiatric hospitals, if not prisons, in the Diaspora host lands. Success in the Diaspora, here measured in terms of earning potential and wealth accumulation, is there waiting for those Diasporants able and willing to change, win, and adapt to the ways of living in their new found lands.
Without necessarily turning away from their core values of personal identity and self-respect as inculcated in their original homelands, wise and smart Diasporants seeking to attain lives of peace, freedom, and prosperity will discard own dysfunctional behavioural patterns in their new environments. They will with open minds interact with locals with mutual respect for one another’s humanity, as well as histories. It is through this interaction that both the locals and the Diasporants will learn to adapt to one another as they constantly learn about one another’s ways, mutually adopting new, all round positive values and views of the world. In time, both sides will win one another’s confidence and trust as a new common culture, the intention of which is not to annihilate the old cultures, spontaneously emerges; enriching all sides’ languages, cuisine, fashion, literature, faith, belief, religion, and many other aspects of harmonious societal living and co-existence.
Sometime in the earliest years of the 21st Century, I receive a gold-plated invitation letter from my Bankers: “Simon, thanks for coming over! The bank thought we should call you in so we can have a chat about your finances. Perhaps we can come up with solutions to help you mange your financial portfolio better, to both yours and our advantages. You do have a lot of money with the bank!” said one of the two Financial Advisors assigned to me.
Simon, “Thank you! I must say I feel flattered in that I’ve never been called to a meeting such as this before. All too VIP compared to what I’m accustomed to of often cold, over-the-counter, impersonal service”
Financial Advisor, “Welcome to the exciting world of Private Banking, Simon! It’s not everyday we have people of your background here, either. What do you do for a living, then? How do you get to make so much money? You seem to have really killed it in recent years”
Simon, “I have a Therapeutic Massage and Coaching practice at Aker Brygge, midt i smørøyet. I also run two Karate schools. On the side I do periodic language teaching, as well as translations. There are also lucrative Communication/ Personal Safety Management Skills courses I’ll give from time to time …”
Financial Advisor, “Wow, that’s a full programme! Are you married? Children?”
Simon, “Single. No children”
Financial Advisor, “How do you manage your private life in all this, then?”
Simon, “Tjaaa, I don’t have what you might qualify as private life. I work all the time, and I enjoy it. Keeps me out of mischief. And, making big money from my own personal effort is great fun”
Financial Advisor, “What do you do with your money? You seem to be a man of expensive tastes”
Simon, “I do have a few costly and beautiful personal items which make heads turn, yes. But I spend most of my money on my family and people in South Africa. I pay for several children’s education. Because I would like my siblings and others in the extended family to be economically strong and independent eventually, I pump a lot of money in their private business ventures, and the like. My aging mother’s well-being is important to me. Given that she is a retired, once upon a time successful entrepreneur herself, I spend a lot of money on her various needs and wants as well”
Financial Advisor, “Very commendable, Simon! But you do have a life here in Norway also. Do you ever think that when you have been here 15 years now, you are likely to stay on many more years to come? You know, as we get older, attributes of our success tend to tie us down to where we are here and now. And, besides, you are a Norwegian citizen as it is. I want to challenge you to think about focusing your attention to your own needs in Norway as well. You cannot go on working for others forever. You have a life too. Looking at your investment profile, we have a few thoughts. First of all, I suggest you consider investing in an apartment, or a house here. Paying rent is like throwing money out of the window. If you have no wife and children, the Life Insurance premium you pay is far too large. I do understand that you do not want your mother and siblings to suffer should you die. But, were they to get the NOK X million settlement tomorrow, they never will learn to be self-reliant at all. Just consider how much money you have spent on them so far. Have they improved their businesses and lives, then?”
Simon, “Oj, that’s a new way of looking at it”
Financial Advisor, “Yes! And we challenge you to make a drastic cut on your non-growth capital outflows to South Africa, to the extent that you thrive in Norway. By investing your capital in Norway, you can easily follow the trends, and see it grow. That way, you can continue working hard, but enjoying more of your life as your wealth grows right in front of your eyes. The South Africans will in fact benefit more from a more comfortable, and wealthier you here”
Simon, “Makes perfect sense. Thank you! How do we move forward, then?”
Financial Advisor, “We have a few suggestions …”
Such were some exciting, high-risk financial instruments characteristic of the high finance conjecture times of the mid-2000s sold. In less than two years I had just over NOK X1 million cool returns on my investments, and my life would never be the same again.
About the same time, an elderly patient at my former clinic at Aker Brygge struck a conversation, “A lot has changed in South Africa since Mandela was released, Simon?”
Simon, “Sure! And South Africa is becoming a hot tourist attraction. In fact, many Norwegians have started to buy holiday properties in the Cape”
Patient, “You know, Simon, my countrymen, Norwegians, they are some of the most stupid people in the world I know. They go round the globe wasting money and time on properties they use only so many days in a year. There’s just too much stress around these properties, some of which take more than half a day by air to travel to. All my properties are here at home. I have full overview and control. Never any surprises. My wife is happy. I am happy. No stress!”
Thinking I owned time, I opted to build a big house for my mother in South Africa, before I could invest in my own in Norway. Exactly a year later, a medical condition took me down, thereby starting a series of unfortunate events that would have dire consequences on my businesses and personal economy. When the Global Finance Crisis of 3rd Quarter 2008 struck, I was already on my knees. It hit me so hard I never recovered, despite the formidable fight I put up for a 5-year period of mixed blessings thereafter. The Diaspora had worn me out. Weary and wasted, poor and cashless, I thought it was time to come back home to Mamma for comfort and support as I embark on a long road of rest, recuperation, and rejuvenation.
When things work out for an overly generous and kind Diasporant, people back home in the motherland forget that we are only human like everyone else. Not all of us can be on top of things through and through. At some point, we all trip and tumble with variable degrees of severity. But when you are down, you are down. When you are inherently good as a human being, there’ll always be a helping hand to assist you up, though. However, there is no guarantee that that hand will be of any one of your immediate people on whom you’ve blown your millions before.
Lesson is, as people grow and become economically strong and independent, their own needs and sets of obligations do indeed grow as well. And, with growth comes change. When people grow and change both with age and material acquisitions in time, they’ll, naturally, most likely do so in their own independent and unique directions, defining and designing their own new worlds without you, the (former) benefactor, in them. Spoon-fed people tend to have short and selective memories.
So, Diasporants who want to have more durable financial and economic success must learn to take care of their own worlds in the Diaspora first and foremost. And, for Christ’ sake, when you’ve once lived high and large in the Diaspora, never, never ever come back to the motherland weary and wasted, poor and cashless. If and when shit hits the fan, rather use the little monies you have left on an ashram spiritual adventure tour of India, or some cool holiday resort in Florida, even Bali. Not many of us can handle well the isolation and exclusion back in the motherland when we come back as ‘When We Were Kings’ storytellers, or objects. Listen to your Bankers, as well as words of wisdom from elders you come across in your endeavours and travels. Above all, live resolute and strong always, regardless. Keep the faith. Stay true to your principles. Keep your visions alive. You’ll soon learn that sometimes it’s okay to fall after all. Rest is good; just don’t let worms of the earth eat you up. Time fixes many things. Hang in there as long as you need to. You will rise again. If you’ve made it once in the Diaspora, you can again make it anywhere, really, like in New York, New York. Dear Diaspora, I’ll be back! Soon.
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March 24, 2015
DEDICATION: To my Brothers, global fraternity of wisdom, my Teachers, my Dear Mother, and my children from other fathers all over the world.
Trees and flowers planted round Chilembo Heights residence have each a name, and a story to tell. The Acacia Lisebo Maria tree is Dear Mother’s life metaphor. Her deep loyalty and commitment to her friends I have yet to fathom. She loves her enemies. Over time, she ever actively seeks to bring them closer to her, if not under her wings. Ever benevolent to the enemies and their offspring, if and when they die she will contribute to seeing to it that they are buried with dignity and honour. Amazing Grace.
Forced to close a protracted intense, mutually irreconcilable conflict on certain crucial matters of principle, the great royal prince, his highness doctor professor Mdadakumbakumba Kumdada threw in a verbal salvo, “Simon, I know who you are. I know where you come from. I know whom you talk to. I know about you more than you think you know yourself. I can finish you off anytime I want!”
Simon, “Believe me, Sir, I happen to know very well who I am, and where I come from. I am son of a poor immigrant labourer from Zambia. Well, in Norway, everybody knows everything about everybody who is a good, law-abiding citizen in the country. And, let me remind you, kind Sir, that you have threatened me on more than one occasion before”
Mdadakumbakumba Kumdada, “Young man, I don’t make empty threats. I am a man of action!”
Such was the line crossed. And, symbolically, I drew my sword. In another time, another space, I would have, without a blink, done the lightening fast Kill Bill Yakuza boardroom meeting slash on the man. I am Musashi disciple.
The side of the line on which I am, and I live; on which I Am That I Am on a daily basis, is bright and merry, and so full of love. On this side, I am a poet, I am a singer, I am a dancer; I am the buffoon. I am a freedom fighter, freedom maker, freedom protector and defender. I praise freedom everyday on this side. This is the side For All The girls I’ve Loved Before, all the girls I love; for all the girls I shall love tomorrow. I dream on this side, I create on this side. I thrive on this side of the line I live because it is the home and source of knowledge. Knowledge is power. Power is energy in motion. Energy is potential for work. Motion is movement. Movement is work. Work is change. Change is flexibility, adaptability. Adaptability is growth and development, which lead to progress. Progress translates into abundance, foundation for peace, it being the ultimate goal of life. If I Should Die Tonight, it shall be on this side. I have chosen I shall not die in the dark, in misery and pain. That is how I can be most ruthless, unkind, and unforgiving to any negative force that unfairly, and unjustifiably, crosses the line from the other side to destroy what I have, and know, of the good life of love and peace, rationality and philosophy.
On the other side of the line, where darkness, misery, and pain prevail is found the likes of Mr Mdadakumbakumba Kumdada. Myopic, hopelessly ignorant types to whom enlightenment cannot form even a fragment of their visions in the dark. Driven by perpetual greed and power drunkenness, their existence is all about control and domination of others. Using age-old human behaviour manipulation tools of religions and gods, as well as “our culture”, their chief aim and preoccupation are to bend people under the yokes of respect and honour. Because they do not know anything about themselves as unique individuals in universal energy creation manifestation, it being beyond their intellectual and spiritual comprehension faculties, the concept of personal integrity is far beyond their perceptive potential. These kinds of people are the greatest liars, the worst tricksters at any point in history. The reality is that it is the fear of the unknown, as conjured up by their own underdeveloped cognitive capabilities, which they project outwards to the world as they rule with fear, terror, murder and genocide against those who stand against them; all in the name of holy ghosts and gods, prophets, ancestral spirits, and the like. It is those Diasporants, like Mr Mdadakumbakumba Kumdada, fitting the description just given, who fail to establish new lives of success, happiness and peace in their respective Diaspora host lands, with particular reference to those of the opulent, industrialized, First World of the West, including Norway, where, all things remaining equal, light, knowledge, and human dignity are valued above much else.
In happier glory and glamour times gone by, yes the unforgettable Yuppie days of the 1980-90s, at the Baron Night Club in Oslo, over the biggest bottles of Moët & Chandon I had ever seen, the great royal prince, his highness doctor professor Mdadakumbakumba Kumdada, had given me a friendly warning, and a subtle threat, “Let me tell you something you don’t know about me. I have defied sure deaths several times before, after having been forced to dig my own grave on two or three occasions. You see, from my training in our secret tribal leadership training according to our culture, I am indifferent to death and life. If I am alive I am alive, if I am dead I am dead. But I kill; I do not get killed. If you try to kill me, I will kill you first. Old as I am, I can move at the speed of a Black Mamba snake if and when I have to, anytime. Don’t ever try me! Norway is a terrible country for us Black people to be. You won’t see it immediately, but racism here makes apartheid in South Africa seem like a child’s game. However, don’t worry, I will protect you. I will support you any time. But you must respect me. There is no other foreigner who can do for you what I can. I am a man of honour. I keep my word. That’s how we Royals are. All I want is respect, nothing more, or less. Cheers to a happy future together in Norway, my young, brilliant friend!”
We cheersed on and on through the night. Girls came and went; and came with us in the end. Even in my drunken stupor, with the girls doing things to me many men can only dream of, I couldn’t let go of the notion that respect is earned.
Respect is a two-way traffic, beginning and ending with the self, in a continuous self-referral loop. Awareness of self-respect is conditional upon knowing oneself for the human being one is, in a never-ending interactive and mutual interdependence relationship with other social beings. This, defining our roles, duties, responsibilities, and obligations to the wellbeing of, and service to others, for the furtherance of harmonious and peaceful co-existence in, and for, overall societal growth and development. Respect is about the values we stand for, and represent, both as individuals, and members of different human/ social collectives. Mutual respect among people of all sorts of varying backgrounds meeting in specific spaces and settings, as well as times, is attainable only when their divergent values are, or can be, compatible. Given the vast disparities of people, as conditioned by the divergent nature of origins, all-round growth and development in distinctive parts of the earth with variable natural conditions and natural phenomena occurrences, compatibility of human values does not often come on its own, it is worked at.
Learning, acquiring knowledge and understanding, including internalizing new ideas and views of the world as the Diaspora keeps on growing in thousands by the day in our times of huge, extremely brutal religious and sovereignty/ civil wars across the globe, are vital components of the key to mutual respect of variable people values in the world. It is the failure, I shall assert, to synthesize new uplifting, life-supporting paradigms from acquired, if at all, new knowledge which is the cause of lack of success for many a Diasporant the world over, thereby playing into the hands of the inhuman religious fundamentalists’ indiscriminate orgy of violence and necropower pursuits in jihadist-action-hotspots everywhere, for example. Xenophobic violence experienced in South Africa in recent times has not miraculously come, and does not feed, of itself. No one thrives, and humanity has little to gain from those who have chosen to live on the other side of the line in which darkness, misery, awe, jealousy, prejudice, malice, and pain reign. Enlightenment is the answer to “… Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery. None but ourselves can free our minds …”
Ignorance state of existence is a personal choice. You want to die and feel free in life beyond death, do so alone in your own world of myths and superstition. Racists in South Africa and elsewhere, take heed as well.
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February 27, 2015
The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2014 annual report for this blog.
Here’s an excerpt:
A San Francisco cable car holds 60 people. This blog was viewed about 3,100 times in 2014. If it were a cable car, it would take about 52 trips to carry that many people.
HOME AT LAST! Part 15
RACIST SCUMBAGS – WHITE SOUTH AFRICAN RACISTS ONLY THEMSELVES TO THANK
My 27 year old exile-born nephew doesn’t know, doesn’t care shit about apartheid. What he knows and cares all shit about is that he is a raw South African to the bone, and this South Africa is his land through and through. If it says anybody anything, he is a proud son of a proud Sotho-Zulu man who in his life did take a bullet or two as an active MK veteran fighting for the freedom of our land in our time. In 2076, my nephew will be 89 years old. To his great-grandchildren and their progeny, apartheid will be but a fragment of history you go into GugulazaTI+ (TrillionInfinityPlus, as Google South Africa will be called then) to find out what it was.
A little over 10 years ago I am on a Welkom-Durban road trip with him, my nephew. While looking for an address in Bethlehem, we stop a White boy about his age. “Hey, ya,” my nephew calls out confidently, “do you know where such and such address is?” Looking at me, the White boy replies politely, and points, “Over there, Sir!”
“Dankie, broer!” says my nephew with a broad smile. “Cheers, guys!” the White boy happily waves good-bye as he cycles away. I (have) never said anything of the dialogue to my nephew. But I briefly got overcame by emotion, and thought quietly, “Wow, how times have changed!”
In 2076, I’ll be 116 years old; probably long dead and gone like apartheid. I hope I shall be remembered for better things than those crimes to humanity apartheid committed against my generation of the people of South Africa.
In 2076, the last of the surviving of the 1976 Soweto uprising generation will be 100 years old. Going by realities of today, by 2096, the entire Soweto 1976 generation will all have transcended this earth. Welcome to the birth of the real New South Africa, pulsating with the colours of the rainbow in the hearts and minds of the people for real. I envisage a 20-year-old South African youth of 2096 as a supra liberated, supra intelligent, mix-masala of human races in one. Tribes? What’s that? In 2096, South Africa is the real and living cradle of brotherhood of man. What A Wonderful World home at last. Racism is dead. 102 years after it was unconstitutionalized in the motherland.
In 2060, a million new South African children shall be born. In 2076, these children shall rise to start a process of merciless brutal ridding of the land of the last vestiges of thick-headed, ever visionless, racist South African Whites. Much in the same fashion as the like-minded insular Islamic Fundamentalist Jihadists with their extremely naïve and unrealistic ambition of world domination, South African White racists are fighting an anti-Black South African war they can never, and they will never win. South Africa will never revert to White Supremacist Apartheid rule. Never. This will be confirmed in 2096 when South African White racists will all have been wiped off the face of the earth. The isolation, exclusion, and at worst, elimination of this scum of people will be like never known in human history before. And for this, South African White racists will only have themselves to thank.
For goodness’ sake, South Africa belongs to all who live in it, to the extent that certain conditions are fulfilled, as stipulated by the law of the land, in accordance with promulgations of the national constitution.
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February 06, 2015