I love me just the way I am. Thatโs a given. If I could go changing, I donโt know if Iโd be pleased with the outcome. For as sophisticated an organism as a human being is, change as an objective and subjective process is a complex, multi-faceted phenomenon. If planned and executed with specific, predetermined elements within specific parameters, change outcomes of the changeable could be predicted.
Randomly occurring change can lead to any previously known or unknown outcomes in any direction. A human being cannot be one thing or another, and thatโs it. From the outset, human beings become the way that they are out of chance, instantaneous combinations of fixed familial heritage (i.e. genetics) and time-progressive, ever-variable socio-environmental factors (nurture).
INNER PEACE
The day I understood that I could only be what I am and that I could only do what I do at any one time because thatโs whatโs accessible to, doable, and fun here and now, I found inner peace; I loved myself more. I internalized the idea that I could, indeed, do anything towards the attainment of my dreams only to the extent that what is available and doable is compatible with my values. Compatibility with my physical and mental strengths, and my philosophical and spiritual equilibria, is an important determinant factor too.
THE IMPOSSIBLES
Iโll never venture to do the impossible beyond what my mind and body are not keen to pursue for lack of interest, curiosity, relevant competence, or application tools and other resources. For example, a Mt Everest Mountain climb expedition is out of the question for me. Neither do I even dream of traversing the Antarctic to reach the South Pole. I walk on the moon in my poetry only. Iโm simply not cut out for these. No love lost.
Nonetheless, I do profoundly admire those people who partake and succeed in these and other related extreme effort endeavours. Attitudinally, these people inspire my will to win when I know that I do have what it takes to overcome obstacles to triumph in given contexts.
Thatโs how I could, in the comfort of my creative work studio on a tropical island somewhere, exclusively sit, think and write, and write and think every day of my life until the end of time. Thatโs me. My extreme sport is my far-reaching, deep-tranced, time-unbound literary creative exploits mind-games.
EXPLANATORY MODELS IMPERATIVE
If I cannot synthesize for myself an independent, scientifically sound, humane explanatory model for some material or conceptual endeavour Iโm challenged or tempted to perform or be part of for any purpose, Iโm not likely to do it. This attitude has enhanced my sense of freedom in the free world. It has empowered me with the idea that I do have much greater influence as to the direction and extent of the potential of my destiny; unpredictabilities of nature, human vulnerabilities against the forces of nature, and world socio-politico conditions notwithstanding.
My finding inner peace has enabled me to better know myself, appreciating my strengths in the hustle and bustle of living. Whilst not trivializing my apparent weaknesses in given situations, I never put much thought into the former. If Iโm weak at it, then itโs not important for me. I care but little about it. Iโll always strive to harness all the strength I need in my efforts to realize the expected objectives of any endeavours that are of significant importance for my survival, or fulfilment of my professional and social obligations.
MY HERITAGE
Thanks to the inner peace that I enjoy, I have come to appreciate my origins more and more. I value more my parents, and I respect my lineages even more. All the glory Iโve basked in, and the hard times that Iโve had to endure in my life so far have more meaning now. The continual existential lessons owing to these life experiences form the foundation upon which my emotional-spiritual and mental-philosophical premises stand.
I have a greater sense of confidence in my perennial work to carve spaces of safety and comfort conducive to my creative work growth and consolidation. My hope for and faith in arriving at a future of light and abundance into longevity and immortality are enhanced. I have never been more optimistic about the future.
In my current state of overall well-being, I find myself risen above, if not distanced from all the major primitive, hate-laden man-on-man murderous wars tragedies in the world today. Daily, the world is online fed in real-time surreal images of extremes of cold-hearted human brutality played out by man on fellow man. All this is beyond my comprehension, defeating my capacity for independent, scientifically sound, humane explanatory model formulations in my endeavours to better understand my world. So, I withdraw, look into myself, and revel in my inner peace state of being in my war-free corner of the world.
BEAUTIFUL THINGS FULL OF LOVE
I look out into my immediate world and marvel at how blessed I am to live the life that I live, where I live in Norway. Many a weekday at my place of work is started by the smallest kindergarten children coming over to check out and learn about the wonderful works of art displayed here. When the mood is right, I get to sing for the children the first lines of the song โThe Greatest Love of Allโ. Recollections of the joyous moments this unofficial bonus show creates for all Iโll take with me to my grave, should I die.
Throughout the work days, Tuesday-Sunday, locals and international tourists of all ages and walks of life flock to my workplace of beautiful things. Interacting with all these people is a joyous privilege that invariably contributes to the fortification of my inner-peace state of being. Iโm happy at work.
PERVASIVE HAPPINESS
My happiness permeates all aspects of my life: the visible to the external world, and the invisible that form the core of me, my essence, that only I can experience and fathom. The latter is so profound that I cannot explain it in words. I only know that itโs there; and it plays itself out all the time in my interactions with people at all levels, be it in professional work or social settings. It plays itself out in my solitary moments also. Thatโs how it is that I donโt know what loneliness is as a personal experience. If I have an ever-green, loyal lifelong companion, it is my happy all the time state of being.
My jovial disposition is legendary even to me. Iโve been happy all the time for as long as I can remember. My happiness lives a life of itself inside of me. Of course, people and things will frustrate and anger me from time to time. Iโm only human. I will express my frustration and anger in one way or another. The intensity or severity of my sentiments and reactions depends on the gravity of the matter as I see it there and then. But the core of my happiness has yet to crumble. Should my happiness ever crumble, then, thatโll be my demise. Goodbye, world; goodbye, beautiful people!
WHEN IT STARTED
I associate my first conscious encounter with happiness with Boxing Day morning, 1964. I was 4 ยฝ years old, then. Neighbourhood children poured into our home yelling incessantly, โChristmas box, Simonโs father, Christmas box โฆ!!!โ
In what Iโd later understand to be Father Christmas style, Pappa came out of our house carrying a large box full of various kinds of colourful and noisy toys. There were lots of candies too. I stood there looking in amazement at these children happily pouncing upon the box, each child seeking to get as much as possible of the presents therein. Letting go of the box and stepping aside in some effusive laughter fit, my father showed the happiest moment of him the like of which I would never see again after this.
A short while later, Pappa, together with my mother and grandmother, gave me my boxed present. I never got to find out what the present was exactly because I soon lost it in the melee of happy children all around me in our yard. That Boxing Day 1964 childrenโs party would be a one-time event that made a lasting impression on all the neighbourhood children and their respective families. However, Pappa would continue thrilling us children by every so often buying us ice cream from the ice cream bicycle men doing business up-and-down the streets. This would last until my family left South Africa in January 1975.
By the time we left South Africa, the happiness bug had become chronic in me. Iโve got the incurable exhilaration jungle fever. Iโm ever happy by default, therefore. Even so, I know how to switch my happiness machine on and off at will according to occurrences around me at any time and space.
DEFIANCE HAPPINESS
Having taken neo-slavery to the next level of sophistication in the 20th Century, the former Apartheid system in the land continued to subject us, Black people, to deliberate, systemic, effective application of extreme violence everywhere every day. This violence was so degenerative of the human spirit that it even reproduced itself in the home. Violence remains endemic in South African society to this day. Despite all that, there were always innumerable remarkable moments of unrestrained joy in various situations every day.
There was always something about anything or anybody to laugh about. My contemporaries and I laughed at each other: friends and foes alike. We could grossly laugh at each other into fights; much as we used to do the same to stop fights and create conditions for a peaceful coexistence in a hard world, short-lived as the peace would be.
Our days on the streets consisted of ever intertwining circles of play, fight, peace, song and dance, mutual or unilateral group mobbing, arguments, fighting, and so on and on and so forth. Repeat. And repeat. All of this was threaded with humour through and through. There was never a dull moment. At the grossest levels, we used to both weep for and laugh at those that got knifed and killed on the streets. Humour as dark as it got. Chilling childhood memories.
ENTER THE MOVIES
The appearance of the bioscope in our midst from about the close of the 1960s onward introduced us to cinematic comedy shows. That took our appreciation of humour and our storytelling capacities to the next level. Unforgettable all-time favourites included The Three Stooges and, of course, the outrageously funny Charlie Chaplin. At the end of the day, we often complained of ribcage pains from profuse laughter all day long. Bodily pains from fighting blows were part of the humour drive. So, they didnโt matter so much to the extent that no one sustained acute injuries.
Looking back, we were a happy lot defying the evils of oppression with humour. We learned to use humour to endure or overcome the most difficult life experiences on the streets, at school, and in the home. To this day, if itโs not worth wasting my breath on, I diffuse potentially harmful human relations tension moments with a smile and laughter. It works all the time. Almost. I have yet to make a stone laugh. But then again, a stone knows nothing about human relations. When a human is as thick as a stone, I canโt help them.
HAPPINESS FOR PEACE
Conditional upon neither the boundaries having been crossed, nor the swords not drawn yet, my ability to manifest my state of happiness through humour has, on many occasions in time, been a powerful diplomacy agent in the face of all kinds of hostilities in all kinds of circumstances. Some people derive and celebrate their happiness states by bombing others. Diplomacy work is explosive here.
If I can laugh about the absurdities of some overtly provocative antagonism towards me, I may be willing to resolve matters peacefully through talk if the talk is mutually tenable. I might also choose to simply walk away to deescalate the potential for violence outbreak; possibly permanently severing any further links with the antagonist. Short of eliminating extreme, unpacifiable antagonists, I opt to isolate and exclude them from my life in spaces and situations that I have control over; as in my feelings. I donโt know how to accommodate detractors of my right and potential to be happy, and to not unduly repress my happiness expressions.
When Iโm happy Iโm strong, Iโm resilient, Iโm confident, Iโm dominant, Iโm optimistic, Iโm logical, Iโm a charmer, Iโm sensitive; I see beauty in all things, I am an open book; Iโm discerning, Iโm patient, Iโm tolerant, Iโm free, Iโm fearless, I can be brutal; Iโm invincible, gregarious like hell, I win my fights clean โ no broken bones, no blood spilt, no death.
On the one hand, happiness is my weapon of mass destruction in hostile times. On the other hand, happiness is my ballistic missile shield against personal evil forces. Therefore, happiness is my magic carpet ride to longevity and immortality. It is my means of disabling animosities, ensuring victory over my enemies, with laughter crumbling the grounds upon which they stand.
When I am happy, I am genuinely so. I donโt know how to be fake happy. Although my happiness is self-propelled because I am happy by nature, it doesnโt mean that I go around glaring my teeth and laughing like a fool seeking attention everywhere all the time. My life is a circus. But I am not a clown.
It does happen, though, that unrestrained public expressions of my joy are calculated and intentional, spontaneous as a humorous situation I may have created, or I respond to might seem to be. This may be to create confusion and distraction in foreseen or proceeding conflict situations, pre-empting potential escalation to violence. It may also be to break the ice when meeting people for the first time for any reason, or to ease the tension in challenging inter-personal communication skills scenarios, as in negotiations at any level.
CLEAN HAPPINESS
My happiness expressions are not dependent on any intakes of chemical or herbal central nervous system stimulatory substances. I donโt consume tobacco in any way or form. I donโt do any form of drugs; neither through inhalation nor intravenously. I very rarely drink alcohol.
And whenever I do drink alcohol, it is never because Iโm in the chase for happiness. Iโm ever so happy with or without the consumption of alcohol. I never touch alcohol when Iโm upset over one thing or another. When Iโm upset, alcohol tastes like horse urine. Yeuk!!! Yes, I have in my time tasted fresh horse urine from the ground. That teaches you how to fold your lips so that you can learn how to whistle, see?
HERMITISED HAPPINESS
Inner happiness doesnโt have to be expressive all the time. Some of my truly happiest moments are when I feel happy inside, enjoying the happiness feelings as an exclusive, private affair of mine: solitary joy. These are the moments when Iโm at my most perceptive and most creative; moments of illumination. These are the moments when solutions to pressing personal challenges of all sorts manifest themselves. In this emotional contentment state, Iโm able to see through the mediocrity of thoughts and actions by power players and other thought leaders in humanityโs big existential questions. I crush conspiracy theories from this domain of unlimited, ignorance-proof, pure thought possibilities.
ETHICO-MORAL AWARENESS
It is at this level that my senses of justice (good v/ bad) and fairness (right v/s wrong) get heightened in my analysis of world events. This forms the basis upon which my decisions to take particular stands on certain local and global divisive socio-politico issues are anchored. It is also at this level that my social relations are categorized as to the extent of sharing or not sharing certain critical values as active social beings.
HAPPINESS-PERFORMANCE MUTUAL DEPENDENCY
Outcomes of my happiness-induced high creativity and problem-solving capacity further fuel my happiness state. My happiness, creativity, and problem solutions form an essential functional loop for my existence and my appreciation thereof. If the loop breaks, I might as well be dead. Therefore, my happiness is my elixir of youth, my longevimmortality engine amplified by laughter. Such is the value of my happiness.
I cannot afford to be unhappy. I do not want to be unhappy. If I have an addiction, it is happiness as an expression of my being here and alive for life right now. No one can take that away from me for as long as I consciously strive to be a decent human being wishing and enjoying sharing my happiness with others who see a mutuality of value addition to each otherโs lives. My happiness and my ability to sustain it are a gift Iโll treasure for life.
HAPPINESS PRIVILEGE
Commenting on one of my Facebook feeds posts recently, a colleague and friend has said, โBeing happy every single day is a privilege that not everyone has.โ
I agree with that statement only partially. And that is looking at the statement as an expression of humble gratitude for being able to live on ever-generous doses of happiness daily. The idea is to identify the source of the happiness doses. I shall address this aspect below.
A privilege is a good enjoyed at the pleasure of external forces, be they human relations dynamics, or random if not predictable circumstances prevalent in nature. The privilege may or may not have strings attached. However, the assumption is that the privilege recipient has little control over the provider or facilitator of the particular privilege enjoyed. The privilege afforded to one by the high and mighty could be used as a manipulatory or control tool by the latter. As such, the state of being happy experienced and lived as a privilege may not be sustainable.
HAPPINESS AS A FUNDAMENTAL HUMAN RIGHT
In my world, happiness as a lived experience and feeling is a personal, non-negotiable human right to enjoy and share with others, if so desired. The sharing is done through various communicative means and platforms. I do acknowledge the ubiquitous prevalence of overwhelming tangible personal, societal, and natural challenges constantly working at destroying our basis for being happy. Nevertheless, I maintain that we do have both the potential and capacity to choose to be as happy and as expressive of happiness as we wish to do and to be.
A personโs foundation of self-knowledge is a key prerequisite to mastering the skills of how to be happy as a conscious mental and emotional choice according to events occurring around the individual. The latter may, for example, include the attainment of certain predetermined material or conceptual goals, which, for instance, could be to reach stated production targets at work. Creating a happy and congenial work atmosphere could inspire efficiency and effectiveness in production or service for all parties involved in the work process.
Success at work and in personal relations may result in the recognition of oneโs efforts through adulations and rewards in one form or another; this way potentially compounding and prolonging the already pre-existing state of happiness. A person who thrives in happiness is likely to strive to create conditions for happiness to bloom for as long as it is possible.
ATTRACT HAPPINESS
I have learned that happiness never comes to me of its own accord. The happiness living inside of me is a given. But, whether Iโm solitary or in public, I attract and receive at least as much happiness as I feel inside, or the happiness that I radiate according to prevailing circumstances and space.
REGULATE YOUR HAPPINESS
My permanent inner happiness notwithstanding, I can at will switch on and off the outward flow of my happiness as necessary. It is not always that the environment shall be positively receptive to my exuberance. And, thatโs okay. Misunderstandings, insecurities, and prejudices are also prevalent everywhere people interact. These are common thwarters of happiness.
GUARD YOUR HAPPINESS
Identify your sources and hacks of happiness. Own them for the empowerment they afford you for your overall health and wellbeing, thereby fortifying your physical, mental, emotional, and spiritual resilience; opening up your mind to realms of possibilities beyond what the eye can see. This makes for your optimal performance potential in the things you do both for a living and recreation. Make longevity your goal as gratitude for your gift of happiness as your prime mode of existence choice.
EXTRAORDINARY HAPPINESS
Happiness makes for the attainment and creation of extraordinary things. The extraordinary carve permanent spaces in human memory banks. You become immortal out of your deeds claiming lasting recognition in history. Worry not. Be happy. Live forever through your mark in history inspiring others to seek and live for happiness always. Happiness is the way of love and peace, attributes that humanity so sorely needs today.
HAPPINESS FOR YOU
Only you can define your happiness on your terms. Be happy for your own sake, first and foremost. Cause no one harm. Wish none ill. Share your happiness abundantly with those who appreciate you for being who and what you are. Conserve your energy and capacity to live and love by staying away from happiness-dampening, toxic relationships. Never let go of those that make you happy. Happiness is a mutually supportive human quality. Even animals know this. Thatโs how we can keep pets.
SEE TO BE SEEN
Depending on how you organize your life as you wish to live it, take it for granted that you want to see and be seen. Therefore, allow your happiness to be an integral element of the unique brand that you are. Your brand highlights your worth as an active participant in societal development as per your skills, talents, and proclivities vis-ร -vis your occupation. The happier you are, the more productive you can be, and the more valuable you can be. Happiness is the mega power tool for personal and professional success. Try it, youโll see. It works all the time.
HAPPINESS BRILLIANCE
Not all ever-happy people are buffoons. You are happy because you have a brilliant mind. You know yourself. You know what you want. You know your worth. You are self-assured. You own earth surfaces you step on. You are happy because the extraordinary things you do change lives for the better for others looking at you, inspiring them to want to tap into their happiness reserves for life. Although you speak faster and louder than many, your physical presence and aura take up too much space around you, you donโt have to be apologetic about your happiness and its expressions according to your communicative, or creative talents.
FUTURE OF PEACE IN HAPPINESS
If you have to fight, make your deeds your first line of defence. Fight smart, choose your fights. Never give fools any fighting chance. Bring down your detractorsโ walls of Jericho with smiles, laughter, and a glint in your eyes; all packed in love as a weapon of peace. Peace is a durable ride into and for the future. As such, when we are finally dead and gone, friends and foes alike say, โMay your soul rest in eternal peace!โ
HAPPINESS LEGACY
The happiness-inducing memories of you in the eyes and hearts of your survivors may be a measure of how much peace youโll possibly enjoy in the afterlife. We are not sure about there being an afterlife. But, for purposes of this talk, way say that it is there. The future is ever bright and hopeful for the happy. Happiness propels us into the future with confidence and fortitude. Faith knocks on the heavensโ doors for the happy. When our work on Earth is done, weโll live happily ever after in the farthest spaces of the future, assuming that humanity does not erase itself from the future of the universe.
The way You sing Your voice Ignites Feelings In my being Taking me back In time To An evening In that phase In time When A boy child Transitions to Man child
My first love Took my hand Urged me To step along With her Into a passage Where sheโd Teach me How to know When I love a woman
She embraced me The maiden kiss She gave me Morphed me Into Adult lover man In a young manโs shell In an instant
Since then Only A certain Kind of girl A certain Kind of woman Only the Boy child In me Instinctually recognizes Moves me Like you do
Mine is Love discerning Much as Yours is Melody exceptional As I hear Your song
Sing on Baby Make me Want to love again
I want to love again Because Without love I have No reason for living
Without love I go from day-to-day Doing all I have to do Merely Out of duty Breathing For life With no passion Like Post-inferno ashes On parched land In depressed Climatic states Of being in nature Waiting For the storm To wash away Into oblivion At sea With Tumultuous waters Over barren earth As I breathe Dry air Brittle Incapacitating My olfactory system
If I canโt Sense The odour of you In the atmosphere There can be no love As to enliven My immediacy
So Sing on Baby Lubricate my soul With your song nectar Make me Want to love again
As I inhale deep Hold my breath Listen to my heart Singing along With you Pumping Your song sweetness Into every cell Composing the lover in me In sync With the love vibrations You ooze With your song
In this state I feel in perfect health I want to live for I want to love Only you
The boy child in me in love Says to tell That For you We shall live We shall love Until Eternity Comes knocking On my door
Sing on Baby
If it pleases you Urge me To step Into your love corridors If you love me too
For I could never ever intrude Into your love chambers Yearning for you Much as I do Give me your song Give me hope Teach me How you want me To love you Like you sing Like you make love to your song
Only you make me Want to love again Sing on Honey Baby
END ยฉSimon Chilembo 05/04-2021
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I clasp the hands To feel the mutual pull Of the palm middles Pulsating onto each other I get to feel Balance of The center of the universe
Heat of Fire of belly of the earth That I feel in the hands Gets my little finger To twitch Telling me that My heart Is with me Iโm in love
My ring finger Kicks out Telling me that Stellaโs wife material
The middle finger Itches Telling me that We have to ensnare her Into our love kingdom Knock onto her heavenโs door Trigger off Her fires of desire
The index finger points Straight out at her To single her out from the rest Stella sure is the one By any measure Better than the rest She is the one
The thumbโs up It tells me that Itโs all systems go Itโs now or never
She disappears Over the horizon yonder Weโll never see here again Images of her Flash in my mind My hands tremble Non-stop
I put my hands together Porcupine quills tingle My skin Goosebumps pervade My body surfaces From toe-to-finger-to-head
If I canโt breathe Itโs not for A manโs knee on my neck Love sighs for Stella Take my breath away My hands get epileptic I canโt reach out To touch her
The seizure goes I fold my arms Hide my hands Under my armpits The warmth soothes me to sleep I dream Stellaโs back tomorrow My hands wake me up
END ยฉSimon Chilembo 22/ 11- 2020
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Found myself in her territory Saturday night She was in full Flesh and blood splendour She was blonde She was brunette She was rouge She was melanin rich She was petite She was medium She was voluptuous
LOLLY!
Then I hear a voice say Look Donโt touch Keep your mouth shut
She came to me She caressed My face She kissed me She whispered You are so sweet Into my right ear this time My left ear the next time Many times ย
HOME AT LAST! Part 28 New Job Application: Change, Win, Adapt, or Jump in The Lake in The Diaspora
Simon Chilembo, Founder/ President ยฉSimon Chilembo, 2015
How old I was then was of no concern to me. At that age I saw things in terms of physical appearances relative to other objects in the immediate environment. People were adults because they were far bigger, and stronger than me. When I first became consciously aware of where I was in my surroundings, it was of no concern to me as to whether I was coming or going; I was just there where I found myself, having the time of my life discovering wonders of the world …ย (Continued in the book: โMACHONA AWAKENING โ home in grey matterโ. Order book on Amazon).
Simon Chilembo Riebeeckstad Welkom 9469 South Africa August 24, 2015
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 …ย (Continued in the book: โMACHONA AWAKENING โ home in grey matterโ. Order book on Amazon).
Simon Chilembo Riebeeckstad Welkom South Africa March 24, 2015
On Monday morning, walking the breadth of my old Kassie, Thabong, Welkom, for the first time in 40 years, by way of pungency in the air, nothing has changed.ย After 2-3 weeks of torrential rains, there is stagnant water in many places.
The superlatively built storm canals are clogged; green sediment/ moss and wild vegetation growth all the way. Burst sewerage pipes here and there; long, open canals of slow-moving, if at all, shit created as a result of slow and/ or erratic maintenance.
As if ordered, thereโs a carcass of a cat on the edge of a busy taxi street. Indications are at the cat hasnโt long been run over by a vehicle. No doubt, there is also a dead dog nearby, perhaps somewhere in the messy storm canals. No need to confirm. Dead dog eKassie? I know it when I smell it. Just keep on moving straight ahead. Nose getting blocked. Getting a headache. Feeling queasy.
How did I grow up in these conditions? How do people, how can people still be living in these conditions in Mzansi, the golden land of milk and honey for sho? No wonder old people seem ever so tired, and โuglyโ here. Been away too long …ย (Continued in the book:ย โMACHONA BLOGS โ As I See Itโ. Order Simon Chilembo books onย Amazon)
Simon Chilembo Welkom South Africa February 13, 2014
Sun rose at 6
In Oslo today
She looked up
From her phone
Her stellar eyes petrified me, momentarily
She beamed
โHei! Morn, morn!!!โ
My day was made
We alighted the bus at same stop
My dazed eyes followed her
Round the corner
I went my way
Glorious light all the way
No sunset
In Oslo tonight
ยฉSimon Chilembo, 14/ 11-2012
OSLO Norway Tel.: +47 97000488/ +27 717 454 115 (South Africa)
So, where is
The Law of Attraction
Here I am walking around
With pre-come tension
Jammed hard
Iโm looking everywhere
I want her
I need her
I long for her
ยฉSimon Chilembo 2012
I dream Iโve collapsed into her
She has clamped my upper body onto hers
Biting my neck, my ears
Her breasts under my chest
Are Rolls Royce ride
I feel the milk of her motherhood swirl
Her nipples feel like thumbs
Prodding my chest
In agony of passion
I too bite her neck, her ears
Her hair is dewy
Smells like a wild flower early spring
Her legs have come over my hips
She drums my bums with her heels
I tremble
I turn into jelly
She twines her legs across my back
She squeezes
I gasp
I scream
I die
She cries
Come, my love!
END/ย ยฉSimon Chilembo, 18/ 09-2012
Simon Chilembo Oslo Norway Tel.: +47 97000488/ +27 717454115 September 18, 2012ย
The difference between donation and sacrifice is the outcome of the trade-off between or among relative values. I donate excess value the disappearance or lack of which will cause no harm to, or reduce, my sense of self-worth and/ or well-being; I donate when โI got more than I asked for, (and) there ain’t nothin’ I needโฆโ
When I by conscious choice or otherwise give away all or part of what I have of material and/ or subjective value for what I consider to be of greater good than my ego considerations, I make a sacrifice.
I share when I am indifferent to personal gain or loss to the extent that that which I endeavour to give a part of, or parts thereof, to someone/ others, or a cause is such that its value neither diminishes nor grows when I have, and hang on to it all by and for myself alone.
I donate, I share; and carry on with my life, living happily ever after. It is the application of sacrifice in practice which has been a major area of fascination in my youth and subsequent adult years.
We must have been in Form 4 (Grade 11) when one day in 1980 our then Chemistry teacher at Kamwala Secondary School, the ever affable Mr Mehta, brought an elderly visitor from India to our class. The latter gentleman not only came to greet us, but he gave us an inspirational talk about, if I recall, growing up, education, and leadership. I now understand that the man was a spiritual leader visiting some of his disciples in Zambia at that time.
I recall him emphasizing that we should take it for granted that we were all in the class going to be highly educated and influential in society as adults. He went on to say that we would fill up all key positions in all aspects of societal organization, as well as development. We were all going to be top doctors, engineers, scientists, business people, military generals, politicians, etc. And, given our potential future influence, owing to our apparent superior individual and collective brain power, we were all destined to be very, very wealthy. We would have the biggest houses, the flashiest cars, and the most beautiful families.
I have always been optimistic about a prosperous future full of all material trappings of financial success and power for myself. However, that day, I got this awesome mind picture of my classmates and I as having become the strongest and best ever rulers and power brokers of the world when grown up. The imagery was so intense and seemed so real that I to this day become hot and moist in my hands whenever I think about it.
I must have come to when I heard the Guru asked, โBut what is all this education, wealth, power, and influence about then?โ I imagine that we were all so mesmerized by this man that no one in the class found the breath to say a word. He told us, I recall, that it was all about the responsibility to share with others who may not be as lucky and privileged as ourselves.
He went on to say that we in essence become educated, wealthy, and powerful in order to serve society, starting with our smaller family units and immediate communities. This is so, the man argued further that … (Continued in the book: โMACHONA BLOGS โ As I See Itโ. Order Simon Chilembo books on Amazon)
SIMON CHILEMBO Oslo Norway Telephone: +4792525032 June 17, 2012 (Dedicated to my Karate students everywhere)