What I Learnt Today about Growth…

Today I’m reminded once again that;

Learning happens one day at a time. Winning ideas spring up one moment at a time. Wisdom is ignited one conversation at a time. Legacies are created one experience at a time. Change happens one person at a time.

Perseverance, patience and openness to adventure are sure ways to acquire and achieve that which we seek.

What’s in our minds, hearts and soul is hidden from the earth if we dare not take a step towards adventure and bring it to life through conversations, affection and actions.

Take that adventurous step forward.

It’s worth living.

It may be a great story to tell too one day😜

Let Love Reign

She loves so deep
She loves so hard
Hard enough to keep
Looking back to see if
She leaves healthy ones
Or corpses trailing behind her past.

Of course she’s no God
The people are not hers
Just angels peppered
Along her path
And so God knows
when to shift one angel
And put another
On the path

For He God knows
The master plan
And she is just
A mortal soul
Following blueprints
Unveiled second by second
By The One who is the author
Of all life on earth

And yes
She has free will
So yes
She will
Let love reign
Supreme

©Ncumisa Nomna Mbusi

Nomna Academy… Say WHAT?

Four months ago I signed for an “UNLEASH my GENIUS” program with Lauren Dallas. I was skeptical, not sure what this genius I am signing up to unleash looks like. I didn’t know what would come out of it. I just felt an urge to do it and had the money to pay for it.

Fast forward and here I am with an online school, with MY name on it!

How?

In this era of online experts and coaches, various opportunities being presented by the technological evolution, I discovered that there are platforms that can help me advance what I have been doing for organisations in the last 13 years and more to benefit my community.

This morning I also discovered that I need not create each and every learning and growth material on my own, because many others have invested time, effort and heart into open source learning material that we can share and make the world a better place for all.

I come from the rural outskirts of Eastern Cape, Mount Fletcher.

There are no learning institutions that can equip the youth with the right skills, knowledge and opportunities to grab life with both hands and become confident contributors to the world including their immediate community.

There are many communities and areas like these in Africa at large where access to higher education, personal development, learning and growth means that you have to pack up your bags, venture into unknown worlds in the cities to seek greener pastures.

There are conditions to this, such as, is your family able to support you financially, emotionally and otherwise on that quest to seek greener pastures and bright successful future?

Some of these trips never end up with positive results, some who dare venture out ending up living on the streets with no food to eat, resorting to crimes and drugs just to escape the grime reality of city life they find themselves faced with.

I am one of those lucky few that had all the opportunities to succeed. I mean, I could pick and choose what I want to do with my life without a worry.

The only thing I needed to ensure was that I do well in school because education was my only way out of the rural small town into the big cities and all that they bring.

There are many who do not have this opportunity, mainly because a majority of the communities in these rural towns rely on government grants to survive. Higher education beyond government high school, Further Education and Training colleges becomes a distant dream likely impossible to reach.

All I can say now is, I have never been more motivated nor aligned to God’s purpose like I do now. When this journey started I had no idea I would end up here.

So, to you reader, that has taken the time to read here, your silent prayer of support and strength is what will fuel this spirit forward.

THIS IS TO THE FUTURE AFRICAN GENERATIONS AND BEYOND.

Ncumisa Nomna Academy, may you be a success and deliver what God has intended with the seed He planted in MY genius.

I continue to UNLOCK IT towards Go-LIVE.

I have been part of so many Go-lives in my career, this one is the ULTIMATE!!!!

Context is everything – unlearning and relearning parameters

“I’m Done…”

Undervaluing myself

Doubting myself

Feeling inadequate

Seeking other’s approval

Being apologetic about who I am

Trying to please

Being too kind even when being taken advantage of.

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Today I had to remind myself the lessons I learnt in therapy and my “I’m Done… list” that followed this learning affirmation.

But then again, context is everything.

I have spent the last three months working on my best body of work to date. Yet the most crucial step, reaching out to my ideal audience in order to validate my offer, has been the most difficult one to complete.

This has hampered my progress in more ways than one. I am super glad I listened to the inner self and didn’t rush into it just because I had to complete it and move on with the work at hand.

As I read my “I’m done…” list today, I realise why I find it difficult reaching out to validate my offer…

Once upon a time I had to learn these important lessons of valuing myself, but what I am learning today is that context is everything.

Yes, I may have continued doing my own thing without seeking approval nor validation from anyone. Yes, it has cost me serious money here and there missing out on first hand information on the type of solutions people are in need of. Sometimes missing the point completely.

So, some un-learning, and re-learning had to take place…

Now I recognise that

  1. to engage my audience and validate my offer does not spell that I doubt myself, nor seeking others’ approval. It simply allows me to be relevant to those I seek to help through my solutions. THAT IS A GOOD THING.
  2. engaging my audience to validate my offer is not about trying to please them, it is about ensuring that my solution is fit for purpose. THAT IS A GOOD THING TOO.
  3. if I really value myself, have self-confidence in my unique divine purpose and in my passion projects, there is no need to worry about what people will say, or feel like I am inadequate or not qualified enough to take this next step in my entrepreneurial journey. CHERRY ON TOP!

So Nomna, Go on, have those conversations with your audience, send that survey out and do run those insightful focus groups, podcasts, videos, interviews and webinars.

IF YOU DON’T THEN WHO WILL? STOP BEING APOLOGETIC ABOUT WHO YOU ARE.

You are Ncumisa Nomna Mbusi, and your true calling on this planet is to help people navigate through desired and unforeseen change in their lives.

Now you are busy cracking your skull trying to pre-determine their needs on their behalf, why don’t you go on and ASK THEM?

That will be YOU BEING YOUR BEST SELF.

Black Tax

Some say it’s black tax. I call it Voluntary Social Investment  (VSI).

I call it an investment into the future of black child. Into my own blood that runs through my veins. The same blood that contributed into making me who I am. The same blood that made my wildest dreams come true.

Why is it tax? Was it not investment when it was someone’s turn to pay it for me?

I grew up curious and secretly meddled up in my parents, aunts and their friends’ business.

Camping in my parent’s bedroom when they leave the house was my favourite pastime. I’d roam through drawers, read their payslips and bank statements; try to understand their many insurance policies and what they mean, how they work. sometimes one would also listen to their conversations about their challenges and their future plans (what does an ear do when its idle? It listens).

I learnt a lot in this time. I got to know what it took for everything to be so beautiful and rosy. I was privy to the tensions of needing to get things done and the universe saying NO. I overheard mom’s conversations with her friends trying to support each other, figuring out how to change the story from one of abject poverty to one of bright positive change.

They did great, here we are, living proof! Those Mashonisa journeys and endless stokvel deals of who is doing what for whom have paid off. Most of my parents’ circles and families have had opportunities to change the story from one of lack and poverty to one of education, success and riches for some.

I saw families and friends come together and support one another. This exchange has continued to produce noble citizens, educated loved ones and a few riches too! I realise when I look upon the generations before them that, it has been quite a generational journey, making means to make tomorrow better than yesterday for society.

So, when it is my turn to do same, I always think to myself,

“Dear God, why do I owe such honour? To be a tool that advances a fellow human being into their future!”

Now, I say this knowing that I have not always seen things this way. One has gone and neglected some parts that contributed to where we are because it was easier and convenient to do so. Thinking that one needs to satisfy oneself more therefore someone else will do it. It does haunt me though sometimes. I guess I always think to myself, I wish I had chosen differently. I recognise also that I did not have today’s wisdom then. So I endeavour to forgive myself every time regret surfaces instead of vilifying myself with perpetual guilt.

It is sometimes easier to be in the receiving end than it is to be in the giving one. Giving takes heart. This is because for you to give sometimes, it means pausing something in your own plan.

It means recognising that someone needs more than you want therefore you choose for them to have what they need instead as a gesture of Ubuntu.

When the heart sees that gesture as tax, then maybe you should not even bother! Blessed is the heart that gives freely and lovingly. It is an investment in a human being. Not a liability in your balance sheet.

For we are here to serveWhen you give freely upon your own recognition of need and your decision to change that story, the universe rewards you immensely.

I know this because I am living proof of God’s mercy and investment in his people. I know it through every gesture of kindness that lands on my lap just as I need it while scratching my head trying to figure out how to move ahead in this journey called life.

Thank you for life, Jah.

Thank you for every human being that sees my need and decides to change my story. I hope your investment in me pays off and reverberates for generations to come.

I thank YOU❤.

My Investment

I choose to invest in my society.

In this era of investing, the craze about share trading, financial wealth literacy etc. that has taken over the landscape, I realise how risk averse I am.

Yes, risk is my middle name.

I risk it all, all the time.

But not this time.

It is worrying me that everyone is on the same bandwagon. It scares me that if we all follow that same route of putting our money in other people’s potty (instead of our own), we fall into the trap of losing our everything to a few already wealthy and greedy business people waiting to pounce on our hard-earned rewards. Just to add a few more billions to their riches.

– Why and how do stock markets crash?

– Who benefits the most and who loses the most?

– How do the investees account for the losses?

Until such a time when I can answer these questions above and feel ease that it is worth the risk, I will continue to put my money where my mouth is; building and investing in my children and future generation’s real future, our society.

I believe that if we all put our money where our mouths are, investing in developing our own societies; we would not need to take such high risks considering we are considered the bottom of the food chain by the very people we want to entrust with our treasures and futures.

Wake up black child, are you free or are you dom?

Freedom, financial freedom, is not a bank balance nor a share certificate.

To my son

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If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:.
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build’em up with worn-out tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on!”

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!

Rudyard Kipling

The Nelson Mandela Bridge at night!!!!

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Photo credit: © Sandisile Tshuma 2012

I have seen it, and I stumbled into this pic in one of the blogs I read now and again. And I really had to repost it.

Jozi people, there is an iconic bridge, just as fabulous as the icon its been named after. you will find it when you cross over from Jozi CBD to Braamfontein. Some have seen it, only in broad daylight.

This is one of the most amazing scenic Jozi night moments, that a lot miss out on, because “Joburg CBD is dangerous!!” Well, with sights like these, I will move heaven and earth, just to experience them. somehow the “Danger” always has mercy on me…. and no, it’s not because of the colours, its the magic in the bridge!!!

We have a beautiful city, and I don’t mean Sandton and all those areas people usually associate with the beauty of Jozi, I am referring to the downtown, the scary side, and you know what, I will keep posting these beautiful scenes. They have a lot to do with my love of this city. I am convinced there is magic in Jozi.

THEE Mini Country”Wo”Man Moment

Everyone that has conversations with me for more than 30 minutes eventually gets to know about that dream car of mine. Yes, the Mini CountryMan. It was love at first sight, upon stumbling into a pic purely out of utter coincidence. im not car crazy, have never been, so I never even bother with car mags. Somehow it landed up in my hands, with the Cooper as a “to be realeased” car of the future.

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I made a promise to myself that it will be my next car when I get rid of my beloved car. The moment came, I sold my car, and I was ready for my Mini. Until I fell in love with a beautiful house, and the Mini took the back seat, For now. Till I get used to the hefty bond. Only in a few months time.

A few months have turned into forever, they are fast becoming a year or two. I’m shocked, happy, anxious, disappointed all at once. I’m living in my dream house, but my mini just seems to be further in the future.
To point that now, there is the latest kind of country.

The one that involves deliberating before taking each and every journey, the logistics have to be carefully planned. Ima be taking a “TAXI”. Yes, I take taxis now, and it never crossed my mind that after 6 years of owning a car, acquired in one single payment, I would land up here again.

I’m writing this, standing outside McDonald’s waiting for a friend, but now I can’t exactly just stand here and type away.
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I’m compelled to grab a bite/drink close-by so I can be comfortable while waiting. This has become a trend and I seem to find coffee shops in weirdest corners in this town. There are plenty of bars too but I’m not in habit of being a “DRUNK PEDESTRIAN”, not that I promoting drunk driving either. The coffee shops are safe.

The strangest of all is, I usually never have money this time of the month, let alone that it’s January!! Guess what, when you ride taxis, you HAVE to have cash. More than your taxi fare even. The unexpected always happens, like when I realised the other day, on my way to work, that I took the wrong taxis and landed up on the opposite directions of where I was going. Or the following day when it started raining just when I was beginning my journey, and knew that it would take a miracle to have a direct taxi on time and the best action plan was to divert the route to the one going faster before I got soaking wet. And the last thing you want to be is a 31-year-old, dressed to the nines, begging for taxi fare home!!

So, there’s always cash. You know what, somehow I’m enjoying life in its purest ordinary form. my body is recuperating from binge drinking, and my wallet has taken a breather from all those Thursday night outings with the girls. I’m learning, and compelled to find entertainment in ways I even forgot existed.

You know what this is what I realise, I am in a Mini Country “Wo”Man moment. I mean, look at me, and see what I mean.

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I’m dressed like I just jumped out of the eighties. The junk sale bag to match. I’m wearing flip-flops because its enough to walk in heels to work and back, I am not cruel enough to punish my feet further. I’m without makeup, face it, makeup and endless walks in the sun do not mix. The face is greasy, I am yet to find sunscreen that doesn’t grease up my face.

WHAT COULD BE MORE COUNTRY THAN THIS?

AND GUESS WHAT, I’m loving every minute of it! My view is broader, and somehow, the most important factors are even better than before.

So, this is MY mini country”wo”man moment, and guess what, I will ride it all the way to the sunset with a smile and a cheerful heart!!!

The packaging is different, but it still is.

WHEN LIFE GIVES YOU LEMONS, you make lemonade, and sell it at a profit!!!

Love will be forgotten

A year’s gone past today

It’s still as vivid as exactly this day last year

A lot has happened,

I have healed, I haven’t forgotten

I remember the pain with every man that tells me

I love you

I pray I forget of its existence

Every look in the mirror I see it all over again

Imprisoned by a love I felt

Thought would last forever

God knows I try

With all my might to close the door

But how possible is it,

When the windows keep opening

In His time, I will forget

Until then,

Hold my head high

One step forward

It will be tomorrow again soon

And love will be forgotten.