Kissing Snakes: My book is now available in eBook format!

After a lot of feedback and request from people who read and enjoyed the "Kissing Snake" series, I have taken time to work on creating an eBook out of it.

My eBook is finally available on Smashword! Yay!
I am working on making it available on Amazon and many more sites; the idea is a short interesting story that you can read on the go - and this promises to be the first of many books to follow!

So, Grab Your Copy Now by clicking on the image below.
It's just $2.99!
 

Many thanks for all the encouraging feedback.
Enjoy...

Mashed Potato Life

I used to think I had to up my time management skills because when you think about it, how do you effectively combine being a father, husband, musician, office worker, entrepreneur, writer, ‘exerciser’ and all the other interesting things I’d wanted to do with my life – especially when you think about 4 hours of traffic on a daily basis?!

H.E.C.T.I.C!

C.R.A.Z.Y!!

With most Sunday mornings spent at home lounging, I was a bit happy that I had some time to play with, but time never seemed to be enough.

Then I stumbled on a rather interesting book called Refamily, which is a great read by the way and available online for free.

Yay!

It highlighted certain things I had already known, but re-emphasized a principle I would like to call the ‘Mashed potato life’. What this is simply about is that instead of breaking down various facets of your life into linear compartments, you can actually get more done when you combine them, as in, bring them together.

May her breasts satisfy you...

Just before I am crucified for making reference to the mammary glands peculiar to the female gender, this passage is taken from the bible and it is found in the book of Proverbs 5: 19

“Let her be as the loving hind and pleasant roe; let her breasts satisfy thee at all times; and be thou ravished always with her love.”

I have spent quite a while thinking about the fast-crumbling institution of marriage and for someone who has been married for only about three years, I definitely do not consider myself an expert on the subject. However, I have had cause to observe, learn and know certain things about this unique relationship that has the power to shape the future, affect unborn generations and change the very course of history. All you have to do is imagine Hitler born into a home where there was a strong bond of love and where selflessness soon became second nature. For whatever reason, things did not exactly work out that way and over 6 million Jews paid the price for ONE twisted soul – and yet I seriously doubt that when his parents first cradled his lovely form as a baby, they would have understood the gravity of the life they held in their hands…

But that in itself is a tale for another day.

The Embrace of Me

I am sure you knew me: I was that random kid that used to enjoy being by myself, the one who asked the weirdest questions…actually, the one who always had lots of questions, the one who was always asking why things were the way they were, the one who never seemed to march in line, who didn’t understand thinking out of the box because I could see none. I am sure you knew me, the one with the weird answers, the strange solutions, the one who paused when everyone ran and who ran when everyone paused…and when I say “everyone”, that is, again, another subjective term because the truth is there were so many others like me. 

The Joy of Lying

Come with me and allow me to take you to that place where everything is possible, right into your mind, and now I will point you to the man. See, he is right above you.

Now, I will also take you into his very mind. We are allowed to do so because as I said earlier, this place is your mind – and in this place, anything is possible.

So now, we will enter into his mind.

Alone in the crowd

I remember that day well…

Earlier on, there had been an invitation from a good friend of mine, one of the kindest people I have met on the planet. She had invited me to come over for a birthday get-together. It would simply be barbeque and drinks with friends in the back garden and it would be fun, she had said. I didn’t really know the person celebrating that day, but I decided I’d honour the invitation and go over.

Perhaps, if I had known how the day would unravel, I would have stayed back in my apartment, content with playing a video game, munching pizza and downing cider – but, I had no idea, and like we say in Africa, I carried my two legs and went over.

I walked through the door way with my most polite “hello-people” smile on my face, relieved to see a few familiar faces – and it was then it dawned on me that I was the only black person around.

Stupid “Humility”

I was mad at myself when it suddenly hit that I had been daft for a long time – in the name of modesty.

Now to explain what I mean, let me start with a little story.

So, there I am sitting down with a team member who is also on the MBA. We are seated right in front of a Professor of Economics. I am about to write a mini-thesis and I have done some preliminary work on the subject area, which is actually an innovative fusion of business and marketing strategy with a huge element of bio-technology, and from a publishing perspective.

Sound intriguing, right?