There’s that space,
sometime large sometimes small, that exists between me and poverty. “The United Nations recognizes a poor person
as one that live on less than a dollar in a day”. Words uttered by a lecturer
of mine ß(yes! I was paying attention in class) who
seemed to be under the belief that most Zimbabweans were unsuccessful because
they were lazy and ‘didn’t really know what poverty was’ this got me thinking,
That time when I only had a dollar in my wallet and 50c in my Ecocash, was I
really broke? It turns out what the United nations meant by a Dollar a day was
that everything from the lotion on your skin to the toilet paper you used to
wipe are included in that dollar a day.
I know what you thinking, KO CHIKAFU CHACHO!!?? Turns out we all don’t
know what poverty really is, asi kutambura tinotambura zvedu. Come to think of it, I’m not sure if I know
any poor people at all! So what really is the space between me and poverty? The
money I need to live? Or the money I want to live. I wouldn’t want to paint an innocent image of
myself to you, I am by no means a monk! And I don’t find the idea of living on
only what you need appeasing. Semunhu
wenyama, I am a slave to the everyday material things that all youth dream
of. It scares me sometimes when I watch
an MTV video and imagine myself walking around in a $6000 dollar pair of Air
Yeezy’s JJJJJ. In
contradiction it is the words of the great Yezzus himself that label us as ‘New
Slaves’. Addicted to the materialistic
products of the cooperate world that continue to build a certain lifestyle that
is termed ideal and worth spending a fortune on. ‘’Its broke nigga racism that’s that don’t
touch anything in the store, and its rich nigga racism that’s that come in
please buy more” Kanye is implying that either way we are slaves to retail. Whether we are outside of the glass admiring
the hottest thing in town or inside the shop waiting in line to buy the next
big thing we are all retail slaves.
There is a great truth to this theory, but then again lifestyle is a
matter of personal belief, the decision of how you intend to live your life and
what aspects you choose to regard as important is entirely yours. But history has been one to tell that society
is not always good at making decisions for itself, especially in this world
that we live in when musicians and politicians preach the gospel of massive
spending and the prophets and preachers teach the gospel of massive giving (to
the church offering basket that is) VVVV.
An uncle of mine ß(Khule vekuroots) vowed never to attend our
church after enduring an intense 3 hour service in which financial
contributions we requested every 30 minute.
Hanzi “Muzaya I am not rich enough to attend your church” in. Will we
ever return back to the place were a few locust and some wild honey was all a
preacher needed to live on? I wonder…So as I strive to work (Hustle) my way
through life I am motivated by the space that exists between me and
poverty. Most people say that all they
want to be is successful, but really do they want success or wealth? Handidi kunyepa ini ndinoda mari, ZVISINGAITE ß(Munhu wenyama). A wise man once said, “If failure is the
ocean that you drown in and you truly want to prosper as much as you want to
breathe, then you will surely break the surface and succeed”. it is why at
times I wake up in a cold sweat at 2 am with only success on my mind. This has always helped to keep me motivated
and aware of the work that needs to be put in in order for me to realize my
dreams. But most of all it has left me
with patches of great depression in my life (most of which motivate me to write
such blog posts). So at times I need to
get high, not on narcotics but on passion (a girl, art, a game) in order to
balance out the lows. At the end of the
day all we have when we die is our souls, but while we are still here on earth,
lets strive to work (like how God commanded AdamV) to the best of our abilities to continue to
increase the space between ourselves and poverty.
Happy April Fool’s Day by the way!! demo. o_O©
