Note 7: Another kind of Death

I don’t fear death of my body
Life away from this controlling world

I fear death of my creativity
I fear becoming paralysed by the money aspiration of this world
I fear that their good intentions may mean the death of me…of me

A death from which I may never be able to rise from

More academia, more salary, ‘Do not disappoint’ I read without sound nor letter
As my lifeless soul dangles helplessly above the sea of eternal darkness to depression
I look my captures in the eye. I am tied to my death
My family’s good intentions, My boss’ good intentions, the debt of money’s good intentions
No pressure they said…I am 23…

As I cry out to my creativity…slowly disappearing from my art….
Logic guides my paint brush…I’m insulted!

I can slowly feel my creativity slip away
From my hands
From my mind
From my soul
From my art

And there is nothing I can do about it.

Note 6

A mind so feeble

Incomprehensible of what is unanticipated

Like the grains

Grains that hold in tact the dunes of knowledge,

Knowledge flowing by gravity between your fingers

A grain of sand, is the feeble mind.


Note 5: Lost…to be continued




Swakopmund, Namibia – Natache

Lost is man, who in himself, finds a lost woman…his reflection.

Who is he?

Who are his ancestors?

Does he have a soul?

A soul…soul lost. A man who finds his faith in a book, gifted to him by his enslavor. A figure of a foreign imagination so strong…

So strong, its stream watered his generations after him.

Lost is his society.











Finding you, yourself of the inner ancestral past,

locked within the DNA of your soul,

a fabric of well preserved threading,

only you can understand.


Note 3: Eating out



English words in South African accents, latest western hit music and the sound of footsteps…incoming and outbound…fill the ambiance of the eatery I have chosen to spend my spare hour…or two. I am seated at a bright red booth meant for 6…I asked the waiter for one…I guess my backpack gets a seat then.

I hear the silence filling the uncapped void between the couple seated behind me. On my way in, i stole from them a vague glance. My ears eaves drop on their silence. No words, just forks hitting white porcelain plates. An abrupt cough. Someone choked…on the silence.

I choked on their silence…


13 Ways To Travel When You Have No Money

Awesome travel tips!

Thought Catalog


I recently asked subscribers of my newsletter about the number one thing that holds them back from traveling. The near universal answer?


This is something I hear from everyone I talk to.

“Matt, I simply don’t have enough money to travel.”

This problem and how to overcome it probably my most asked question. Since this question comes up so often, I like to constantly remind people of this fact:

You do not need to be rich to travel.

Let’s repeat that.

You do not need to be rich to travel.

I sure wasn’t. I had an administrative job making $30,000 a year before I left for my first trip. That’s a pretty below average entry wage for Boston. (This guy even saved $14k in six months on a minimum wage job!)

Yet I managed to save enough to travel the world. How? I made it a priority…

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Be on Time ??!

Time is a non-existent entity, of which we measure using clocks or watches.


Haha?! Why on earth do we measure time?

I feel like the notion of measuring time, in this human world, only brings about stress, anxiety, depression, too many unnecessary problems. Heck, even more so in my beautiful Africa where our ancestors never used tools to measure time but instead worked with the amount of daylight they were given and then darkness in the evening. This resulted in people living a balanced and peaceful life. A beneficial one indeed. I do, however, believe that the measuring of time is interlinked to human productivity driven by money . Sad but true.

I really wish we could adopt the notion of working with the body of day and not be so money orientated. You know, wake up when nature tells you to, work, recreate when the heat intensifies at noon until dark, then back to sleep as soon as darkness falls thick across the sky. Yes, may sound very “theoretical”, but it can definitely work. The only problem being the reluctance of many (especially the powerful money eaters) to take the “risk”of change from their comfort zones.

Well oh well.

Dictative Perceptions



I still fail to understand how/ why freckles on the body of a woman, are accepted by society;

But yet body hair, apart from the hair on your head and eyebrows, is frowned upon?

Like, what’s the difference?