'WHAT KIND OF A HOME DOES HE COME FROM?'

'WHAT KIND OF A HOME DOES HE COME FROM?'

‘I wonder what kind of a home she comes from’, whenever one messes up royally, people start questioning your parents’ integrity and their parenting skills. Granted, I’ve witnessed some parents terribly ‘mis-preparing’ their kids for life whilst they’re thinking they are loving them, yet it’s very unfair to our parents to be on the receiving end of harsh judgment just because as their children we’ve resorted to wayward behavior. Some of us were raised by upright members of society but turned out to be real bad-asses, it’s not fair to condemn my parents. Many of the guys doing time in prison had parents who went out of their way to raise them in the best way they knew how.

It took me a long time but I’ve learnt and accepted that you cannot mess with free will, people will always do what they wanna do regardless of what they might have promised you or how you’ve taught them. Think of some of the girls also known as ‘village bicycles’, some have the most militant-strict fathers whereby being late by a mere 20minutes from school spells trouble, yet those girls always find a way to squeeze in a shag, many parents think their children are virgins when the truth is, some probably have a higher ‘mileage’ than their parents.  

I have noticed that when a guy is cheating on his women some sisters are quick to gush, ‘His woman must be cold in the bedroom’, I say bullshit! Guy will cheat even if he was getting it all at home. If he has not found it within himself to keep his zip closed there is absolutely nothing his woman could do to keep him on the straight and narrow. I’m one of those people who has always found betrayal unforgivable because there are few worse feelings than knowing you’ve been used or betrayed, but as I stride to my glorious year, 2012, I’m learning to accept it as one of the unfortunate realities of life. I want to get a place where it does not devastate me to know that my girl did ‘something’ with another guy, I want to get to a place where my happiness is not affected by my loved ones’ dodgy ways, as much as I love them, but they are also human so from time to time they will hurt me and that doesn’t mean they love me any less. If mina I keep my end of the deal, it's all that matters.

Uke wambona umuntu ezithandela isifebe engenandaba ukuthi abanye abantu bathini? I envy those kind of people.

Live and let alive, remember to relentlessly chase your dreams again in 2012, just because company X said ‘No’ doesn’t mean your game is whack, no, not all at.

Merry Christmas people and I wish you 2012 full of love.

I’m Msizi y’all.

@EdKingRocks on Twitter

DEAR GOLD-DIGGERS

Dear gold-diggers,

Let’s be honest, your parents are proud of you, you hit the jackpot! Your friends envy you, they have money-problems that you’ll never have to worry about as long as you’re still giving it good to Mr-Moneybags.

Society sometimes judges you harshly, they make you feel guilty for landing Mr Moneybags, as if you wouldn’t have married him had he been broke! Well, you probably wouldn’t have. A woman friend I often call a ‘gold-digger’ said to me, ‘Msizi, I was turned on by his drive, the drive to work his way from poverty to excess wealth, and it’s not just about money, it’s about the work ethic and his attitude. You’d love rich men too if you were a woman.’ That’s a compelling argument indeed, but many gold-diggers are attracted to the kind of money they have no clue how it was created. Maybe there are poor women doing life-sentences in Thailand for him to be this rich, maybe cemeteries are fuller because he’s rich, or maybe he’s just a politician stealing from the poor, or he’s a con-artist preying on widows or any vulnerable members of society. Do you care?

I know, gold-diggers never have it easy, y’all are one of the most hated people, often they hate you because they envy you, every parent wants a well-off husband for their daughter, but Amanda told me her dad advised her, ‘Never marry a rich guy’, but very dads are like Amanda’s.

Right now seem like the gold-diggers’ time, many comrades are marrying young models, just bear with being called a ‘trophy-wife’, it’s worth it when you step into your garage and you don’t know which car to drive between the Range Rover, Porsche Panorama or Mercedes C55 AMG. Let them haters eat dust in their VW Polos. They don’t know what you have to deal with to enjoy this bling; a hubby who is often away on business trips, a hubby who has many gold-diggers throwing their panties at him, a control freak who probably infected you with HIV. But don’t stress, a broke-ass ninja can give you just as much pain. So chill and enjoy the money, your friends are probably still talking about how fab your wedding was, you might not even have loved Mr-Moneybags in the beginning but you’ve warmed up to him by now, so it seems this story might have a good ending after all, unless the bugger decides to marry someone young ten years down the line and you have to move from a mansion in La Lucia to a two-bedroom flat in North Beach, three kids later, four with the one you had with that broke-ass ninja before your jackpot.  

My point is, follow your heart but remember that it’s not your money and someday he might chuck you out of his house (Diary of A Mad Black Woman, anyone?), be prepared, South Africa’s number-one gold digger walked out of a R100 000 per month penthouse with fokol. Don’t be like that.

As for those who are shags of the tycoons, I’ve never understood the excitement if all that you are is just a piece of ass to him, I guess it comes from the mentality of getting excited about shagging a celebrity who won’t even remember your name next month. I don’t have to understand everything.

So should our paths meet, Ms Gold-digger, if you have a soul I might just fall for you, but problem is, I’m still digging for my gold. I wish to find my one now before bank managers start tiptoeing around me. Problem is, I’m old-schooled, I still believe in love even during this graceless age so even though your capacity to love is not questioned, your motivation to love is not for the faint-hearted. So me and you can be best friends, shag even, but we’ll never be serious. But I love your drive to chase your Mr Moneybags, and I know that you had to be screwed by many posers before you found the real deal. Try and make it last.

Anything you want me to tell haters about you?

Twitter @EdKingRocks