The Most Critical Question of Your Life

By Sicebise Msengana

If there is no struggle, there is no progress—Frederick Douglass

Sometimes you will find people saying “I’m a human being” “Love is colourblind.” It’s true, to the great extent.  Everyone wants to be in an amazing relationship and have great weekend sex.

Rejection: It's Only a Minority

By Sicebise Msengana

Do you get that feeling like the whole world has abandoned you and you're all alone? How does it feel?

This excerpt is from my upcoming book that will be published  next year, titled How to Love Again 

Summer Reading List 2016

By Sicebise Msengana

It’s that time of the year when I get to read books until 3 a.m. The objective of preserving oneself and disintegrating enemy troops is the basis of military, economic, social, cultural and political principles.

Revolution in Africa

By Sicebise Msengana

If you believe in Gandhian nonviolent fantasies or Dr. King’s warm message of ‘loving your enemies’, please ignore this. Nobody should teach Africans to suffer peaceful or make themselves martyrs in the name of nonviolence.  When it is far better to make martyrs of police states, police barbarians, colonial terrorists, mass murderers, enslavers, and war criminals.

Nonviolence is Dangerous

By Sicebise Msengana

Behold the sacred kings of nonviolence: Let’s from our ancestors’ mistakes. Dr. King is still my hero. Martin Luther King Jr.’s misguided rhetoric to the African American community and America in general as described by Mumia Abu-Jamal ‘Dr. King’s message of Christian forbearance and turn-the-other cheek doctrine was calming to the white psyche. To Americans bred for comfort, Dr. King was,  above all, safe.’

African Nationalism 4-4-2 Battle Strategy

By Sicebise Msengana

This year I’m a happy man, football wise. Real Madrid has just been crowned the UEFA champions, Manchester City is doing well and Mamelodi Sundowns are the CAF champions. But these victories didn’t come without putting any effort. All the soccer players had to put extra time for gruelling training: Fight, fail,

Would you Trade your Soul in Exchange for Wealth and Fame?

By Sicebise Msengana

My rich uncle used to say 'I'm at a good place. Not emotionally... I'm at the bank to check my babies [money].' OK, he actually never said that.  But most people have an intimate attachment to money, that they would die without money. 

Try to imagine...

The Final Wake Up Call: Africans, You Are On Your Own Pt2

By Sicebise Msengana

Although Tunde Obadina’s tone absolves the perpetrators, he writes:
‘The triangular slave trade was a major part in the early stages of the emergence of the international market. The role of slave-trading African ruling classes in this market is not radically different from the position of the African elite in today's global economy. They both traded the resources of their people for their own gratification and prosperity.’

Why Gandhi was Wrong; Non-Violence Doesn't Work

...Non-violence is either redundant or dangerously misguided. When confronting an opponent, that opponent's goals are either violent or peaceful. If his goals are peaceful then non-violence is redundant. If his goals are violent, then non-violence achieves nothing. The political victories of non-violence have come mainly from a nation that wanted a peaceful outcome seeing violent suppression of protesters through violent law enforcement tactics. While this produced political victories, it also demonstrated the inherent pointless of it, as it only worked with a nation that was already prepared to reach a peaceful agreement... . - Daniel Greenfield 

Read more:

http://sultanknish.blogspot.co.ke/2008/07/why-gandhi-was-wrong-non-violence.html?m=1

Real Love Counts The Most in The Long Term

By Sicebise Msengana

Love is friendship that has caught fire. It is quiet understanding, mutual confidence, sharing and forgiving. It is loyalty through good and bad times. It settles for less than perfection and makes allowances for human weaknesses.

Ann Landers

During my time in high school, I had a massive amount of love for a beautiful girl.  Sometimes I would lay awake at night and think  about my crush, I would close my eyes and see myself asking her out.

We would laugh at each other’s jokes and cuddle like puppies...until I opened my eyes. This fantasy could keep me busy for hours on end. The daydreaming continued until I summoned my courage to ask for her number. Which she gave me. The first dates were great. It was the best period of my life...what a connection!