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Sunday, July 3


A man in pain : Woman abuse men and nobody speaks about it

A man in pain - why are men afraid of commitment

Give a woman one child and she will know that she wants to be cimmited to you, give a man five children,cook for him,wash and iron his clothes,take care of his well being and he will still be not sure if you are the one.

*When parents and family abuse men no one speaks about it

*when women abuse men no one speaks about it

*when mother's manipulate their sons and destroy thier marriages no one speaks about it

*when wives abuse husband no one speaks about it

*when men are belittled and reduced to little boys no one speaks about.

*Some call him a 2 minutes man.

*Some joke about how he can't get it up in the bedroom.

*His own wife calls him useless for not performing in the bedroom.

*His wife is mocking him in front of family and friends.

*He has become a laughing stock because he is struggling to get it up.

*He can't discuss his plight with anyone because he is afraid of being laughed at.

*Most men will suffer from Erectile Dysfunction, Premature ejaculation, and Male Hypoactive sexual desire.

*Nobody speaks about his plight, but this book speaks about it : He is a man in Pain.

Elijah Padi

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Saturday, June 25


No woman will give it to him like i do

No woman will give it to him like i do.

I have been with my husband for 10 years and I'm only 25. We got married  when I was 20. I don't compromise when coming to our sex life,  I give it to him however he wants it ,whenever he wants it and wherever he wants it. I look like the typical every Sunday church going girl. If I wasn't married and didn't have a son you would have believed me when I told you I'm a virgin,! Honey don't judge a book by its cover. I don't wear clothes that expose my body in public. I bet you I look like the type that's clueless when coming to sex. When my friends have a sex talk I never comment but I'm very attentive.  I watch a lot of porn, I don't just watch it but i learn from it.

I drive my baby crazy when I ride him, he calls me the sex goddess! I lick him from head to toe. I embrace oral sex which most call four play. I suck his nipples like a hungry new born baby, I lick his body like I'm licking my favourite strawberry ice cream. Damn I love his body ,it's my candy store. When coming to giving him head I suck his boy like I'm sucking my big bom lolly pop...His body tastes devine and every part of his body tastes like heaven. He's got balls that tastes like marshmallows hmmmmmmmm I put them in my mouth and smoother them like they will melt in my mouth. I take my time with his body I studied it until I became an expert on it. I make him roar like a lion. A lot of women don't admit this but when a man roars shit is sexy and it gives us motivation.

Men are easy to please and weak so in bed you can totally take control...I love being the lead lady in that department and I don't compromise. He may be the head of the house but baby I own his body when it's got no clothes on. I have a thing for his ears too . I lick and stroke it and make sure it gets wet a little . When I'm done exploring his body with just my mouth and tongue I get on top of him and when I feel him inside me oh Lord have mercy, I'm no longer of this world.  I'm in heaven and that's when I ride him like I'm on a horse. I see girls twerking on TV and I twerk on him with his D*** inside me.  The feeling is out of this world. As soon as I come I then allow him a chance to take me to another planet and shit he's super great.  I find my self calling him all sort of names and I get multiple orgasims. We don't compromise in that department,  we go all out. I'm never predictable and that's just one reason he will never leave me. You can go ahead and fool your self by saying a man needs to love you for who you are and not what you can do to him, but I'm that woman that prefers him to stay for the sex over loyalty.

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Friday, April 22


Watch AKA’s new song here! AKA 2016 music or songs

Mzansi Local rapper AKA, real name Kiernan Jarryd Forbes, has released a new song titled,Dreamwork featuring Yanga.

The song is already the most downloaded song on iTunes South Africa.

The official art for the music video is Contra inspired bringing back gaming memories.

AKA is the boss and he is rocking.

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Tuesday, April 5


My state of mind as i think using my mind

My state of mind......
The 1st of April is the date when Marvin Gaye was fatally shot by his father. It is also the date when I was shot by my aunt who I was made to believe was my mother for a little over two decades. Now, it is also the date when my aunt left prison having served her time for attempted murder. Years were chopped off her sentence for good behaviour.
I normally don’t post as much each week because I genuinely do not have time to juggle all my business interests, the extensive travelling, the twins, the husband, the little miracle, etc. Last week I just put all the balls down to think about what the woman I refer to as my mom aunt being out there means for me.
She has served her time. The parole board think that she is reformed. Justice was served. Does that mean that I must let it go and reconcile with her? Am I entitled to shut her out forever because what she did is ‘unforgivable’? She has written so many letters begging, pleading for forgiveness and a chance ‘to talk’.
I don’t know hey.
The more I thought about it I just found myself drifting off and walking in Thando's shoes for a little while. At some point drifting has to stop and decisions have to be made. It is easier to hate than it is to let go and love again.
I also found myself reading bits and pieces of Love, Sex and Money where I took the time to document bits and pieces of my life. In this moment these are the bits and pieces that I documented and are now jumping out at me……
……She would tell me I was nothing but a guttersnipe and I recalled having my head held down the loo and her flushing toilet water in my face as punishment for not wiping the dust off the TV while cleaning. Msizi (my older brother) heard my screams, came running to the bathroom and pulled my face out of the toilet bowl. He was so angry he actually lost control, punched her and slit her lip in the process. I don’t think he has ever forgiven himself for hitting his mom.
I hate mornings because they were always unpredictable when I was growing up. They wavered between my mom aunt refusing to get out of bed in the morning whenever my dad was away and waking me up with slaps and violent shaking. She once yanked me out of bed so hard by my legs that I slammed down to the floor with a force that knocked the air out of my chest. I would then follow her into the kitchen while she banged the kitchen cabinets.
“I suppose you want breakfast, you little cock sucker,” she’d snap, while I stood still, my hands balled into tiny fists by my sides. At 8, I had no idea what a cock sucker was. I thought it was a reference to roosters. So I’d give a stiff little nod, and in response she’d grab a plastic bowl from a shelf and hurl it in my general direction.
After ducking out of its way, I’d pick up the bowl from the floor and proceed to the refrigerator for milk. My silence enraged her more (but then again, so did my words or tears, so I opted for silence in the hopes of being as inconspicuous as possible). Often, she’d grab me by my hair or neck, and pull me back toward her as I walked by. “When I was your age, I could scramble eggs, but you can only make yourself cereal. You’re useless,” she’d say as she let go of me.
Another of my failures was an inability to properly braid my shoulder length natural hair when I was that age, which my mom aunt would gripe about as she attacked my scalp with the plastic teeth of her comb. On the occasions when I squirmed too much or she was confronted with an especially stubborn knot, she would drag me across the tile floor by my mane while she wildly waved a pair of scissors in the other hand, threatening to cut off the only part of me I knew to be pretty.
When she tired of the burden of my weight, she’d let me go and order me to braid my hair or she’d get rid of it for good. I’d stand there sobbing, my fingers shakily trying to thread three thick strands together while her scissors pointed tauntingly at my head. Eventually she’d give up on the threat and settle for a swift kick to my midsection or some more expletives whose meaning I didn’t know, but whose tone I couldn’t help but understand. Menzi (the first born) learnt how to straighten my hair, tie a bun and braid hair so that he could do it for me. He would sneak into my room early in the morning to do my hair then I would lie to my mom aunt and say that I did it myself.
My mom aunt’s state veered dramatically between catatonic and so vicious that, the church schoolgirl that I was, I suspected demonic possession at times. After many years of torment and my frantic pleas to be placed in a hostel falling on my fathers’ deaf ears, I just couldn’t do it anymore. So in a desperate attempt to escape it all I ran off, to live with a boyfriend that I barely even knew, a person that turned out to be a male version of the person I was running away from.
……I would love to hate them forever but whether I like it or not I have to forgive them or I will burn in hell. What choice do I have when the Lord ’s Prayer that we were taught says ‘forgive my trespasses as I forgive those that trespass against me…’ I must forgive so that God can forgive me of my sins and scribble my name in the book of life, I have no choice as there are no exceptions.
how i think
I remember this part where I spoke of the day it happened.
It was a Friday so I made my way to church for my standing appointment with the pastor after I played with my nephew and helped where I could, I must admit I was pretty useless when it came to taking care of babies. I thought the pastor was going to ask me about my vow of celibacy and I was ready to proudly declare that I stuck to it but the question never came.
Instead, it was all about my mother and letting go of the hurt and resentment. Right after the session with the pastor I drove straight to my mother’s workplace with a sense of purpose, determined to make peace with her and forgive her for all the things that she had done. I was ready to be like Jesus and forgive her without her asking for my forgiveness.
I waited at reception contemplating what I was going to say to her. ‘I will tell her that she has a grandson, everyone loves babies,’ I thought then I quickly changed my mind. ‘No I will tell her that I am doing my masters in construction law. She was in the field so she would be proud of me.’ I hated construction law with a passion but I secretly settled on the topic because it was my way of getting to know my mother better, it was at the very least going to give me an insight into what she had to do at the office on a daily basis. Before I settled on what I would say I heard her shoes clicking against the marble floor. She grabbed my hand and dragged me out of the building. ‘What the fuck do you want?’ she sneered.
Me: Mthoko (the last born) has a baby boy. Thought you should know.
I could see the disgust and hate on her face and I knew at that moment that there was a reason why the voice within warned me against talking about the baby. ‘Good to see you again mom,’ I said to cut the tension or, or… I don’t know what I was trying to do with that statement.
She rummaged through her bag, took out a small semiautomatic weapon and placed it on my forehead. ‘Stay the fuck away from me,’ her voice was stern and piercing. I could see the anger and resentment in her eyes but I did not know the source. I backed off, raising my hands in surrender. ‘Please don’t shoot me,’ I cried out in a whisper. She put the gun down and I swallowed the lump that formed in my throat. ‘For what it’s worth, I forgive you for everything that you have done.’ I probably shouldn’t have said that because I heard a clicking sound before she fired a shot.
My body torqued into the air horizontally, like I’d been blindsided by a line-backer, and I fell to the ground. I’d never been shot before. The gun fell down from her hand with a distinct thud. Everything was a blur and I was unsure about how to react - whether to laugh or shed a tear at the irony of it all. Suddenly I remembered her telling me that she brought me into this world and she could take me out of it.
The complex web of life that I had been spun into... It just wasn't my fault or that’s what I kept telling myself. Opposing thoughts kept tugging at my mind. I wished my life was simpler but evidently, the higher powers had willed it otherwise. Lying there within the pool of blood, I had been waiting for the never ending sleep to come for what felt like a couple hours. But it never came. I felt as if I was wearing a crown of bewildered thorns and my soul had been pinned down upon a cross by my wretched fate. But I had to face the harsh and naked reality - I was not Jesus and if I died I wouldn’t be coming back to life.
I had no control over what had happened that afternoon. I suddenly felt incomplete. I could see blood still oozing out, but I felt numb. I never knew being shot could cause that much pain. How could I? I had never been shot before.
I saw a vague outline of a male. He picked me up and carried me down the parking lot. He tried to put me in his car and I struggled, as anyone would if they were in my situation. Not the being shot situation but rather the getting in the car with a stranger situation. I wasn’t strong enough to overpower him and eventually I blacked out.
I woke up in the back seat of a moving car. Nothing registered but the sharp pain in my abdomen made me register, I tried to move and get out of a stranger’s car. My adrenaline-fueled defiance gave way to the gory injury staring me in the face, and some important things dawned on me: I’d been shot by my very own mother for no apparent reason.
I couldn’t think anymore. Couldn’t breathe very well either. That was the moment I realized I’d suffered more than just a flesh wound. I slumped down against the seat, in pain, but mainly just winded and growing sleepy. No good. Desperation clawed at me. I noticed a model on the cover of a magazine on the floor and forced myself to focus on her. Stay awake, I told myself.
I must have blacked out again because when I woke up I was on a bed. Like any normal person I started to panic, I tried to open my eyes but I couldn’t. I felt hands on me, needles poking me. People were talking but I couldn’t make out what they were saying. I no longer felt like I was on the verge of unconsciousness, but for the first time I could feel the full extent of the pain wracking my upper body. To say that it hurt wouldn’t even begin to describe the anguish I was in.
They wheeled me into the operating room, and administered anaesthesia. The last thing I remember before I finally lost consciousness was a nurse or doctor saying, ‘The surgeon is not ready for her.’
I woke up a few hours later in recovery. My father was there. Mzamo (my husband, boyfriend at the time) was also there. Portia (my bestfriend) was somewhere, avoiding Mzamo I suppose. Seeing Mzamo and my father burst out crying when they noticed me opening my eyes was weird. I was groggy and wearing an oxygen mask, but I knew where I was and why. I wiggled my body. ‘Feels fine,’ I thought to myself, surprised. I even wondered for a minute if I’d be released in time to report to work that Monday, where I’d planned to get my legal career started. That all changed when I scratched my stomach and nearly ripped out a staple. Below it there was another. I traced a line of them. ‘Oh crap, scars.’ I thought to myself.
I later found out that it was actually 2 days later, not hours later. The doctors had to remove three bullets, including the one in my stomach, and the injuries were pretty severe. Punctured lung, punctured diaphragm, punctured stomach, ruptured spleen, broken ribs, a hematoma on my kidney. One bullet tunnelled harmlessly around the bones and muscles in my shoulder and remained lodged in a back rib on the upper-left side of my body. Doctors removed another with my spleen. The third missed both my aorta and my spine by an inch or less, exited my back and landed on the parking lot. A little this way and I’d be paralyzed. A little that way and I’d have bled out and died on the spot.
I lost plenty of blood, probably over six units. The doctors put a tube in my chest to drain my lung, and two in my abdomen to drain my peritoneal cavity.
The mysterious man was my mother’s colleague who saw everything. He asked Human Resources to look through her documents and contact her next of kin. Luckily they had my father’s number. He also called the police and she was arrested. She had her first court appearance the next day and apparently she blurted out, ‘I shot that stupid bitch.’ Everyone in court gasped and the magistrate threw her in a mental institution for observation, she was due back in court in 30 days.
Me: What is the date?
Dad: 27 March, why?
Me: I just wanted to know the date my mother died.
My father was puzzled. ‘She is not dead, like we said she is in a mental institution.’
‘I know but in my mind she is dead now.’ My voice was barely a whisper. The room went silent. I closed my eyes and went back to a place where I was somewhere between alive and dead.
I woke up later when I felt lips against mine. It was Mzamo saying goodnight. His face lit up when he saw my eyes open. ‘How do you manage to look so beautiful all the time, even with all these tubes coming out of you.’ I tried to smile but it just did not come out right. ‘Yep, you are definitely trying to get into my pants and it won’t work,’ I responded with a groggy voice, I did not even recognise it. He giggled. I tried to say something else with so much difficulty he just told me to rest because we had the rest of our lives to talk.
I spent another week and a half in the hospital, but never without company. Mzamo basically moved into the hospital with his laptop and his files. He was sweet but I was worried about the scars. I did not want scars. I wanted my normal body that he liked and was accustomed to, not a bruised and battered one. He always said that I was perfect, I wanted to remain perfect for him.
When the hospital released me I was still in bad shape, mentally and physically. I sunk into depression. Being rejected by my own mother was a bitter pill to swallow. It was hard to ignore it and focus on the other good things in my life. Sometimes the glass is just half empty no matter how many times you tell yourself that it is half full. It would have been better if she was an alcoholic or a drug addict because I would blame it on that. There was nothing to blame, I was the problem. It was me that she hated.
I recall this conversation with Mzamo while in the process of trying to forgive him after he cheated. Perhaps the answer to my questions now lies in the words I spoke many years ago.
……I learnt not to shut out my feelings or drown them in too many glasses of wine. And I fought not to let them dictate my next action. I just witnessed them. Felt them. Believed that, they would be gone at some point and I can honestly say that I no longer feel that way. I entered a new era in my life when I considered forgiveness, an era that had everything to do with my humanity.
In this sense, I had to become a warrior. I witnessed a battle and I was wounded, but I was valiant in my resilience. You taught me a very important lesson - forgiveness is love and love has no equal in power.
To say that we must forget what happened and go back to the very beginning is tantamount to requesting me to forget. I most likely won’t. But something else has happened to this memory as it became anchored in my history like a scar or a tattoo. As days, weeks and years pass, I am working towards redefining the memory as something else. You have become an unintentional teacher, not because your actions were noble, but because the grand design of life that allowed for these actions to occur is.
Forgiveness doesn’t mean I have to stay.
Forgiveness doesn’t mean I have to leave.
Forgiveness is about me, setting myself free. Holding resentment like a clenched fist inside my very being takes much more effort. Forgiveness is the simple act of letting go. An unclenching of the fist to allow an opening. A sigh of relief.
I have learnt that learning how to forgive is probably the most important lesson I need to learn in this life. I was able to do it with you, the person I love most on this earth. I need to learn how to do that with people I love a little less. I simply carry too much pain around and I often feel battered and broken in its wake.
I have been presented with plenty of opportunities to harbour, fest and clench on to the pain that I feel I am entitled to have or let go. This has happened time and time again. My life is full of repetition, and the lessons deemed most important for my soul have come to me, whether I willed them or not. I know that it is always my choice to move forward or stay fixed.
I hope with time I will know what to do and have the strength to do it. Out of curiosity, what would you do?
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Monday, April 4


Story to tell - By Lesego K Rammutla The-Poet

So can you listen... I used to dream about life in a magazine, Seeing beautiful pictures of a limousine, Living a dream only me could see, Painting pictures the world can't see, Thinking hard till my head starts to spin. So daddy listen... You taught me well to live a dream, Making sure I became a bigger man, When I look at you I see my superman, I remember when you cry with me, It was sad and taught me what prayer is. So mommy listen... You little man is grown now, Soon you'll be proud of me you know, Telling people how good I am to you, Am greatful for what you did, No matter what, I'll always love you. So buddy listen... We used to be inseperable, Talking about why life is terrible, Planning to change it another day, Being teased calling us gays, We didn't care we lived and prayed. So baby listen... I know you're not yet born, I promise you, in life you wont be bored, Daddy will be there all along, Your mom will guide you so am I, Lesego is my name Osego is yours. So lover listen... You're a precious gift from God, He look at me and made you mine, I promised to Him to love you, My life will be part of yours, Challenges will pass them together. So hater listen... I really don't know what your story is, But I can tell this is very real, I've never had a quarrel, So please just let me live, I don't know your story so please am sorry. So GOD listen... Am just a humble soul, All that I have only you knows why, So I give my life to you lead me Lord, All my enemies forgive them God, All the wrongs I did forgive me Lord. Everybody have a story to tell, So what's your story...?
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Bad communication in marriage - Good communication in relationship is the best

Tshepang divorced her husband Thato because of bad communication in their marriage.

A month later she realised that she and her husband didn’t do invest much in marriage education. She also realised that she left a man who worked really hard to provide for her family and paid all the bills. Thato took care of the house and garden and kept it looking really prim and proper. He came home for dinner every night and took time to talk to their kids. He was always available to help them with their homework and read to their youngest at bedtime. He bought her presents for her birthday and Christmas. He tolerated her annoying brother - in - law when he visited them. They used to go on nice vacations every summer and Thato always remembered their anniversary, and would send her flowers and a card. He would make sure the kids made her cards for Mother ’ s Day too, and would also take them all out for lunch. Thato did a lot of really beautiful things for Tshepang and the kids. All the time she complained about his lack of communication, she forgot about the great things he had done for his family. How often do you overlook your partner's strengths and yet focus on their weaknesses?
Don’t apply permanent solutions to temporary problems. Invest in your relationship or Marriage and learn about solvable and perpetual problems. Don’t leave while you can still solve. Come to the seminar on the 2nd of April at the Pretoria State Theatre from 3pm-8pm. Ticket can be obtained from Elijah Padi or Computicket for only R250. You will thank yourself for this investment.Tshepang divorced her husband Thato because of bad communication in their marriage.

A month later she realised that she and her husband didn’t do invest much in marriage education. She also realised that she left a man who worked really hard to provide for her family and paid all the bills. Thato took care of the house and garden and kept it looking really prim and proper. He came home for dinner every night and took time to talk to their kids. He was always available to help them with their homework and read to their youngest at bedtime. He bought her presents for her birthday and Christmas. He tolerated her annoying brother - in - law when he visited them. They used to go on nice vacations every summer and Thato always remembered their anniversary, and would send her flowers and a card. He would make sure the kids made her cards for Mother ’ s Day too, and would also take them all out for lunch. Thato did a lot of really beautiful things for Tshepang and the kids. All the time she complained about his lack of communication, she forgot about the great things he had done for his family. How often do you overlook your partner's strengths and yet focus on their weaknesses?

Don’t apply permanent solutions to temporary problems. Invest in your relationship or Marriage and learn about solvable and perpetual problems. Don’t leave while you can still solve. Come to the seminar on the 2nd of April at the Pretoria State Theatre from 3pm-8pm. Ticket can be obtained from Elijah Padi or Computicket for only R250. You will thank yourself for this investment.
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Saturday, April 2


Reasons for getting married - it is not good for a man to be alone

Reasons you should get married in life

1.You cannot keep warm by your self.

2.sharing your life with someone or becoming one (oneness).

3.It is one of the state of life.

4.It is a tradition or religion.

5.Confirmation that you are truly in love.

6.Marriage is a perfect support system.

7.It motivates to realize that somebody cares about you.

8.It creates a unique name for your relation ship l.

9.shows maturity.

10.You want children's who are not busted.|

11.To be financially independent with your partner
your respect values.

13 You have somebody to call your own (partner).

14.Growing old and bigger with somebody.
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Seasonal father

Seasonal father

My mom and dad divorced when I was just seven years old. They didn't care how that made me feel or how that would affect my life, they were self absorbed and cared more about them. They chose their hearts over mine, while they were busy taking care of their hearts they were breaking mine into a thousand pieces.  Mom cried every night after dad left and dad promised to visit me as much as he could.  One thing that shocked me was why my mom cried every night when no one was looking when she is the one that decided to end things between her and dad. A lot of times I was tempted to yell "stop with your crocodile tears but I didn't because I loved her too much. My dad came once a week to see me but he never came in the house or asked me to say hi to mom.

He started visiting once a month and soon after that he stopped visiting. But he would come again after the longest time ever. Sometimes two years would pass by without him visiting or calling and that would hurt me so much because he was my favourite person in the whole world and it was obvious I was the least favourite person on his list. With years passing by I then wished mom had divorced him before I was even born, he was a selfish man. He's never there when I need him . Mom passed away a few years later and he didn't even come for the funeral. He was never there when I needed him, he only came when it suited him. I'm a better father to my kids and I'm with them everyday of my life. I'll never be a seasonal father because I know how much it hurts.
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Friday, April 1


April fools day - 1 april

April fools prank jokes and funny

Finally Today is April Fools' Day - the one day that it's completely acceptable to do awful things to the people you care about and get away with it because of some bizarre medieval tradition.
Remember that doing any of the following pranks after midday on 1st April is against the rules (although, let's face it, who cares) and if you're not sure a colleague will see the funny side, it's probably best not to bother.
But if you're looking to have a laugh at someone else's expense, you could do worse than to try these effective and inventive pranks.

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Tuesday, March 1


how to pay revenge

Best ways to pay revenge

1. Break their heart.
2. Ensure you always do better than them/Always be 1 step ahead
3. Make sure they see and know about your success.
4. Start a business and hire them\Be their Boss.
5. Don't act emotional but professional by forgiving them and moving on which will help you to do         better than them quickly.
6. Offer them sweet surprise.
7. Give them a wake-up call
8. Blackmail them
9. Make their life difficult but not impossible.
10. Use social platforms to your advantage.
11. I am just kidding give your problem to God and he will play a revenge part on your behalf.
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Friday, January 22


Mistakes young people make - common mistakes


    1.    In matric

According to section 29 (Chapter 2 in the Bill of Rights), all South African children, including adults, have a right to basic education. Every young person in South Africa has to attend school from grades R to 12 (matric). Put together, that is a combined thirteen years of schooling when completed in record time. From Grade R to Grade 12, learners face different challenges in acquiring the necessary base education that is needed in order to make it in the adult world. The challenges that learners face are social and/or economical in nature, which further contribute to the overall challenge of learning.

When you started school, it seemed like a long way to matric, well or maybe it still feels like it. If you have made it to matric, take a few minutes and pat yourself on the back for all the hard work that you have put in order to get there. If you’re still on your way there, keep on working hard because before you realize it, you will be in matric already. Back to those in matric, now you find yourself with some kind of stress that you encountered the minute you started your matric year. “Will I ever pass my matric?”; “What will I wear to matric dance?”; “Have I chosen the right subject combination in setting me on the right path towards my career choice?”; “Will I ever be admitted to an institution of higher learning after matric?” These are a few of the key questions that every young person, irrespective of race, gender, religion or age, asks themselves regularly while in matric.

There are three TIPS that I have identified that can assist you in making it through matric and they are as follows:

TIP #1: The first trick you need in order to overcome all of these problems is to learn to relax. Don’t misunderstand me now, by relaxing, I mean that you need to take on one challenge at a time. It’s highly unlikely that you’ll be worried about what to wear to your matric dance function in February, or would you? Exactly, you won’t be worried about that. When you start your matric year, it’s always wise to know which career path you intend to pursue. Can you imagine a learner who wants to become a medical researcher however chooses commercial subjects (or commerces, as they are known?) The choice of subjects this learner has taken should begin to prepare them for the course that they will be registering for in an institution of higher learning either in South Africa or abroad. Upon registering their subjects of interest with the Department of Basic Education, via their high school, the learner can then begin to nurture all the knowledge and skills they need in order to pass the subject(s), thereafter obtaining the necessary university/college/technical college admission.

TIP #2: Secondly, around August and September, as the Minister of Basic Education announces in his/her year planner address, the Department of Basic Education will provide learners in all high schools with a preparatory examination. It is advisable to treat and prepare for these examinations the same way you would a final examination paper—the preparatory examinations are meant to do exactly what they are called, ie to prepare the learners for the main (final) examinations. If you prepare enough for these preparatory examinations, you will find that preparing for the final one will be ‘a walk in the park’.

TIP#3: Lastly, between the preparatory examination and the final examination, many schools see it fit to squeeze their matric dance function in between these two examinations The two purposes of the matric dance function are; to thank all the learners for their patience and hard work throughout the whole year of matric; as well as to give them a final word of encouragement before the final examination commences. As I have mentioned above, the matric dance function is only for those two reasons alone, as for who has the flashiest or most expensive clothes of the day, or who was dropped-off at the function with the most beautiful car, is beyond the scope of the day. That has nothing to do with the purpose of the day. Yes, you’re also allowed to have fun however refrain from using drugs or indulging in alcohol while doing so, bearing in mind that you have an examination to sit down for in the next week or two.

If you follow the three above-mentioned TIPS, then you’re definitely on the right path to achieving your goals. Just remember one thing, whether you want to make it in life or not, it’s entirely in your hands. As the famous saying goes, “If at first you don’t succeed, try, try, and try again until you do succeed”. 

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My best friend's partner is cheating

My best friend's partner  is cheating!

Woman experience.

I once went out with my boyfriend and spotted my girl's hubby with another woman.  They were all over each other in public. I waited for the "other woman " to go to the ladies and I followed her.  I asked her if she knew she was all over a married man and she said "he is miserable in that marriage "with a lot of attitude and left. When I got out of the ladies, I went to say hi to him and back to my man. I just wanted him to know that he got caught.  They left  few minutes later and that to me was great, it showed some respect.  But I wasn't done with him , I later texted him. I gave him an ultimatum to either tell my girl or I will.

I couldn't let it slide because what if I didn't tell her and he still continued with  the affair then she later finds out that I knew about it too and didn't say a word. This would ruin our friendship but telling her would also mean I'm ruining their marriage. If ever you find your self in that kind of situation, the trick is to let the caught party come clean.  You don't want to be caught in the middle of a messy divorce or break up and people saying it's your fault,you should have kept your mouth shut and just minded your own business.

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Monday, January 18


Single mother

Single mother.

I made him a father before he made me a wife. I should have known that he wasn't going to be a father to our kid by his actions before we even got pregnant.  I wasn't ready too but it happened and there was no going back. I remember how angry he got when I told him I was pregnant. He chased me out of his house and told me to never set foot there. I got home in disbelief of what just happened. I refused to believe that he could be that heartless. The next day I received a R2000 in my bank, I jumped for joy realising that the sms notification from my bank had his name as the reference . Atleast he came back to his senses I was very happy and I got out of my misery and jumped up with joy...While I was rejoicing and thanking God I heard my phone ringing and it was him oooooh Love. I calmed my self down and picked up, he went straight to the point "use that money and Abort that shit and never ever contact me again, I'm a married man."

Married?  So he lied to me?I am pregnant for a man I don't even know. It was hard to get used to my situation but his absence has made me stronger and today I'm a mother to a one year old baby girl.The fruit of my womb and my smile keeper. I wouldn't trade my daughter for anything in this world she's my world and I hope someday her dad will be a good father to his other kids. I'm no longer mad at him, I've forgiven him and I'm at such a happy place. How can I stay mad at a man who's given me such bundle of joy? He has truly blessed me and I wish him well wherever he is.
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Thursday, January 14


Updated list of universities in mzansi (south Africa)

universities in south Africa

University of Cape Town
University of Fort Hare
University of Johannesburg
University of KwaZulu-Natal
North-West University
University of Pretoria
Rhodes University
University of South Africa (Unisa)
Stellenbosch University
Tshwane University of Technology
University of Venda
University of the Western Cape
University of the Witwatersrand
University of the Free State
University of Limpopo
University of Pretoria
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Best Car - Auto and Insurance

Find out what are best cars and best insurance @mzansistories 

(best car) 

Is an motor vehicle with four weels powered by an
internal-combustion engine and able to carry a small
number of individuals. A best car is the car you like..!..because if you like
something it turn to be of the most excellent or desirable type or quality.

(Best insurance)

Its an arrangement by that
a company or the state undertakes to supply a guarantee
of compensation for specified loss, damage, illness, or
death in return for payment of a fixed premium.The best insurance is the one that meet your needs and affordability.

A picture of my best car:

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Wednesday, January 13


How to keep a man

How to keep a man.

Men are easy to keep, it's simple if he's yours then you won't have to go out of the way to keep him. I always see a long list of things to do and I'm always thinking that if you have to go through that much trouble then you are living a lie. I'm  not saying don't go out of your way to make him happy or please him. No I'm not saying that.  You can put a little effort as long as it doesn't leave you drained and at zero. Don't do what everyone else is doing, it might be working for them but might not work for you because you are not dating the same individual. Find out what kind of individual your man is and what he likes and prefer , you might find that your friend's man likes it when she takes control in the bedroom but your man might find it uncomfortable. The trick is to know what you are dealing with.

For Mental growth give him honesty,loyalty and care, men might look physically fit but they bruise easily so be gentle when coming to their ego and pride. Physical needs ofcourse give him lots and lots of sex . You are his woman you should know how he likes chowing the cookie so serve it to him just the way he likes it. Be comfortable with him and the rest is history honey.

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Young love

The real young love

I'd never had a man where by I can sleep by his side all night till whenever...before him I was dating a guy where by I'd only sneak in and out of his room while his parents are sleeping. For the first time ever I didn't have to worry about getting caught by parents! This man was an independent young man *every woman's dream" growing up I was a chicky child whom guys found hard to approach and I liked it that way so I never really had a long string of exes...wait exes are those you only sleep with right?well yeah let's assume I'm right. When I met him I was in my early 20's n I had only slept with two guys so he was my third,and sadly even though we've been over for years there still hasn't been anyone else after him.

I didn't know what reaching an orgasm was until I met this man. Sex was just crazy between us,hehehehe we would even bath together,I have never done such before but I was doing it and loving it with him...he made me feel like I was the only woman in the world. He trully knows how to make a woman feel loved. I was inlove with this man no doubt! If we were not together we were on the phone texting each other all day or night but I gurantee you,we could never survive 48 hours without seeing each other,we would have dropped dead "New love" we were very happy together. We did almost everything together...!
He loved going out so he would go out get drunk n call me through out the night just to remind me of how he loves me. He was my shit,he would keep calling me like Every 5minutes until they closed at the clubs and that's obviously around 2am . Then I'd finally get my last call of the night or morning rather and this is how it would go. *phone ringing*
Me: hey baby
Him: hello baby,sleeping?
Me: not anymo luv,are u calling it a night?
Him:yes baby and I'm missing u so much
Me:same here ma love
Him:really boo?
Me:very bby
Him:well I'm outside ur gate bbe
Hahahaha 3am I tell you I'd jump out of bed to go see my baby lol the things new love will make you do haaaaaaibo.

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Saturday, January 9


How to ewallet money - steps to ewallet money (fnb)

Steps to Send Money via FNB Online Banking

Fnb ewallet service free steps here

1.Log into Online Banking.
2.choose the Payments tab.
3.choose Send Money to eWallet.
4.Insert your One Time PIN (OTP)Select the account you want to Send Money from.
5.Select the amount you want to send.
6.Key in the cellphone number you want to send money to.
7.Click on finish.

:that's it ,so simple I guess.

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Why Man cheat - main reason why men cheat

Men cheat to make cheating a true word which is utilized on a daily basis.

It hurts so bad when you find out that the man you've given your heart to has betrayed your trust. Even our grandparents will confirm to you that every man cheats.  You can be wonderfully build with everything a man could ever need in a woman but your man will still cheat on you. A guy will wife a woman who wears decently and he will not allow her to go out every weekend to clubs or parties. He will complain if she puts on too much make up or even have freaky hair do's.

Yet this is the same man that takes his side chick to the club every weekend, he prefers her in tight,short and skimpy outfits. But one thing for sure is that he will never ever make her a second wife. Why? It's pretty simple. Men got egos of a 12 year old,when you are twelve you live to impress friends. Your mom buys you new shoes and in your head you are already imagining your self walking past the boy you don't like in your new shoes, the respect your friends will give you when they see your new shoes and also the look on the girl you are crushing on when she sees your shoes. It's all about the 'boss feeling".

This is the same man who will spend thousands of rands on his side chick with no worries. But he will never allow such a woman to have his children let alone raise them. Men cheat because it's exciting to feel like a 12 year old when you are really an old man. Side chicks are used for fun and show offs to friends.

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Saturday, January 2


New year’s resolutions: Make ‘achievable’ goals

New year’s resolutions: Make ‘achievable’ goals
Famous American author, entrepreneur and motivational speaker, Jim Rohn, once said, “Discipline is the bridge between goals and accomplishments”. We all set goals every night when we go to bed and in the mornings when we wake up however how many of those goals are realised when the day, week, month or year comes to an end? Throughout the history of humans, many ‘disciplined’ individuals have been recorded to have been the ones achieving their goals irrespective of how big or small the initial goals were. For the purpose of this topic, forget about famous sayings such as, “good things come to those who wait” because in this topic, the ‘waiting’ part is what constitutes the problem in hindering one’s accomplishments of their set goals.
The following three, are some of the most common resolutions that people make at the beginning of every year:
1. I want to start saving money
2. I want to lose weight
3. I want to stop drinking and/or smoking
Many of you are familiar with the abovementioned resolutions because you probably will make them in future, that’s if you have not yet made them before in the past. The real reason behind the failure of every maker of the resolution is LACK OF DISCIPLINE. Have you ever seen people in any race, for instance, the comrades’ marathon? When that gunshot is fired in the air, every runner sees themselves crossing that ‘Finish’ line. What many of these runners do not realise is that there is approximately 89 kilometres of road ahead that has to be completed in a set time of 12 hours, ie from 5am to 5pm. Furthermore, there is a lot of effort that goes into the preparation of the race, including going through a ‘strict’ diet programme, as well as other mental and physical preparations for the marathon. Throughout the excruciating 12 hours, many will give up and not finish the race as a result of their poor preparation for this mammoth task.
The same principle should be applied to making resolutions at the beginning of every year. Arguably, every person in the world makes new year’s resolutions every year however only a small fraction of the world population will actually achieve or accomplish their goals. Can I urge you today to join that small fraction of the world population and become an achiever too? How will you do this, you ask. It’s simple; by following the guidelines provided below:
1. When trying to save money, do not be too ambitious. Even though there is nothing wrong with dreaming about driving a luxurious car and staying in a palace-like mansion, don’t set goals that will fail and demotivate you in the long run. Especially with financial goals, make goals that are achievable. For instance, one of your new year’s resolutions may be to buy your very first car. Yes, there’s nothing wrong with dreaming about one day owning a brand new Mercedes Benz C63 AMG however as a first time car buyer, you have to take some factors into consideration: How much does a brand new C63 AMG cost? How much will I be paying monthly should the bank agree to finance me? Have I, as a first-time car buyer, considered the cost of monthly insurance premiums? How about general maintenance of the car, such as putting fuel in the car and/or replacing worn-out tyres? That being said, when your new year’s resolution is buying your first car, be realistic and think of a car that you can afford to save between 10% deposit of its purchase price, ie saving ‘an achievable’ R15 000 for a preowned R150 000 Volkswagen Polo or Toyota Yaris. REMEMBER THIS: If you’re disciplined enough to accomplish small goals now, it will be easier for you to accomplish bigger and more challenging goals later on in life.
2. When your new year’s resolution is about losing weight, the first thing to remember is, work smarter, not harder. Let’s take for instance two guys trying to lose weight—Guy A and Guy B. Guy A runs 15 kilometres a day and does 500 push-ups when he gets back from his jogging session. The problem with Guy A is that he eats each and every single thing he craves (and he is bound to crave many foods especially after his exhausting workout, ie his body will be trying to replace all the energy he would’ve lost during the workout). By the end of the month, Guy A will end up gaining more weight than he loses as his body will store more fat to be used as energy for his future workouts. Guy B, on the other hand, only runs 2 kilometres a day and does 30 push-ups. The strategy that Guy B has decided to go with, is to consume less carbohydrates, such as rice, potatoes, sugary drinks, etc. Even though giving up on many of his favourite foods is hard, Guy B loses more weight than Guy A because his body does not need to store fat for any tough exercises. Furthermore, Guy B will have more time on his hands to accomplish his other new year’s resolutions when he loses weight from spending less time exercising. In a nutshell, the trick to losing more weight in 2016 is not to exercise more but to consume less fattening foods and drinks (the worst of which is alcohol).
3. If you want to stop drinking and/or smoking, engage yourself in activities that discourage these practices. For instance, spend more time around an elder that you respect and discourages you to drink or smoke, such as your parent or guardian, and spend more time at work, school and/or church. The human body is amazing, it can naturally adapt into a new habit or grow out of it when we refrain from engaging in such habits.
In conclusion, many of us would have been more happier with our bodies, lives, careers, etc had we disciplined ourselves in the beginning of the year when we set our new year’s resolutions. Remember how, as a baby, you crawled before you could walk or run? With this in mind, always set goals that will let you crawl through them before you set those that will expect you to run before even walking. You have the power to make these simple words of mine make a positive impact in your life!

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