noun | xe·no·pho·bia |

ˌze-nə-ˈfō-bē-ə, ˌzē-

: fear and hatred of strangers or foreigners or of anything that is strange or foreign

Merriam-Webster’s definition of “xenophobia”


This is arguably the best definition I’ve come across. Xenophobia is categorized by the fear and hatred of the unknown. Fear in simple terms is cause or reason for alarm.

Fear brings out the worst and the best in us. The worst speaks for itself, I need not mention. The best though; as I’ve seen lately, can really surprise you! From the likes of Julius Malema speaking so much sense, to growing unity.

This fear; often misplaced, is fear nonetheless. Seeing the atrocity that is presently going in South Africa; from the outside, it becomes very easy to get riled up. I too, was so furious when I watched what was happening.

We start wondering why the people behind the xenophobic acts are so cold. “Why?” Just why? We ask. As an African, I’m disappointed. So many people feel strongly about what’s happening and rightly so.

I personally take a lot of pride in being African. A Southern African and West African came together, now here I am. I never quite fit into one place so I’ve always been “foreign”.

This was never a problem for me personally. I actually appreciated it. I don’t have that typical nationalistic mindset. Not to say that it’s bad or anything, it’s just that I now identify as an African. I’m not confined to one thing/place.

I do not belong to one country. When I’m with Zimbabweans, we click. When I meet a Nigerian, I say fam. Ghanaians are my people, Namibia is my home, Botswana is my sanctuary. I relate to Ivorians on another level.

I’ve come to find parts of myself in many different people from all parts of the world. In fact, scratch that! I’m human before I’m African. In China, they accepted me. Yes, they did!

Ok, so they may have been a tad racist and ignorant, but that wasn’t their fault. If you knew how China tries to keep the outside world from its people you’d understand why they are the way they are. Exposure is key.

Once I learnt how to speak their language, we were one. We connected, we bonded, we got along. Many said before getting to know me, they never thought they could like blacks.

Yes! That sounds wrong but it isn’t. We can’t blame people for feeling the way they do or thinking they way they do. As bad as that sounds, it’s the truth.

Sit on your high horse and feel good about yourself for ranting on Twitter. The truth is, your angry tweets won’t change anything. Your hashtags won’t solve anything.

Firstly, before I speak on the Xenophobic South Africans, allow me to start with Boko Haram. Not too long ago the world was going hard on #BringBackOurGirls.

Today, Boko Haram is threatening to go put a stop to Xenophobia and now they’re being hailed and praised. I know, I laughed as I wrote that down too. Funny enough, they laughed and mocked the trending hashtag.

Fact of the matter is, people are people. I will never ever condone inhumane acts. But I won’t pretend like I wouldn’t do the same thing in their shoes. That thing of we are all villains in someone’s story? Yeah!

Before your natural judgy instinct kicks in, hear me out for a bit. Multiple behavioral studies have shown that in the right circumstance, condition and environment, a murderer can be a saint. An “angel” can be a demon. There are no “good” people.

The thing is, these people carrying out these xenophobic attacks are messed up on levels we can never fathom until we ourselves have experienced what they went through. They are as good as dead inside. Inhumane!

As you’re reading this right now, one of 2 things will be going through your mind. One, you’ll either understand what I’m trying to say, or you’ll get all angry and self righteous at my “stupidity”. Take it or leave it, it is what it is.

|| “Fools have no interest in understanding; they only want to air their own opinions.”

Proverbs 18:2 NLT


Nobody is born wicked. Nobody is born racists. All of that is learnt; or better yet, conditioned. I can only imagine how little humanity exists in one who is capable of watching another person burn alive.

Not flinching, not being moved by the pain their fellow human being is being put through, finding joy or pleasure in hearing the anguish and screams of a dying man.

I’m not asking anyone to forgive these acts, I’m not asking for us to tolerate that, I’m just trying to raise awareness. We’ve been at each other’s throats for the longest time. Kill or be killed, it never ends.

Nothing will change until we change. It’s always nice to be the fighter that people cheer for. You get a heroes death. Sadly your followers suffer for it. They’re left to deal with what’s left after the fighting.

There was racism, there was slavery, there was apartheid, now there’s xenophobia. What’s next? Something much, much worse I fear! We fear each other because we are too divided!

You impact the life of every person you meet. Your encounter can either fuel a person’s hatred, or put out the fire. That tiny spark has a ripple effect and along the line you are responsible for what they turn out to be.

We are all capable of bad, we are all capable of good. Let’s be people first, before anything else, otherwise we ought to just get used to burning each other in one way or the other and use nice little tweets to help sleep better at night.


Denial: You can’t undo what’s done!

Insanity is thinking that you can go back to being who you once were before life “broke” you. You can try and put the pieces back together, but it’ll just never be the same. Don’t deny your “past”, accept it!

We sometimes think we were better before, but one undeniable fact about the human race is that we change for the better. Yes, we occasionally make things worse but we evolve. All change is necessary and ultimately vital to enable us to move forward. It’s sometimes painful and unpleasant, but vital!

Perhaps you’ve lost certain morals, you’ve developed new habits that you’re not too pleased with. Perfectly understandable. Although doing away with certain habits may be good, doing away with that “new you” isn’t.

There’s a reason life pushed you down a certain path. There’s a reason you became someone else; something else. Embrace it! Try and understand why, face it! Don’t run away from it or try to burry it.

Someone once told me, “Your messed up-ness may just be what someone needed.” I felt that. I came to later realize how true that was. One of the biggest problems is opinions. We all have them. We’re all entitled to them. But as I said, it’s a problem! Why?

Because we tend to think our opinions make more sense than that of others. We want people to be a certain way that makes sense to us. We want them to look a certain way, dress, speak, act, pray, f*ck, you name it!

This has caused a lot of confusion and self-conflict in many people. My advice is, don’t let someone’s opinion dictate how you feel about yourself. Introspection is just as important as perception. In simple terms, what you think is equally as important as what others think.

We were all brought here, no one came and set things to be a certain way, we’re all trying to figure things out. No one knows it all, and that’s ok. Listen to guidance, learn from others, but don’t be a slave to them!


Letting go?

Letting go… Easier said than done, right? How does one simply leave behind their life’s work? After pouring out your heart and soul entirely on something or someone, how do you just flick the switch and leave it all behind?

How can you restart? How can you rebuild? It’s almost impossible seeing as there’s not much left to give after giving your all. Not many can relate because not many are, quote unquote, dumb enough to put all their eggs in one basket.

I was one of those “dumb” people. I could tell you my whole story but that’s just it, it would be a story to you because you won’t be able to comprehend how serious my loss is. You just can’t fathom the agony the experience has caused.

Here I lay, pondering on the thought of bowing out. Why? You may ask.. Because I’m convinced there’s really nothing left to give. I’m just a shell of a man now. Empty, envious and angry!

Angry at myself, angry at the world. Yes, no one asked me to bend over backwards and break, but I did it anyway. No one asked me to invest all my time and efforts in any endeavor, but I did. Like a shattered glass, no matter how the pieces are put back together, it will just never be the same.

The damage is done! The price must be paid. For I can no longer bare, to live with this shame. Tis my desire, that hope I can reclaim, but if I’m being honest, things will stay the same. So for me, I believe it’s the end of the game.


Social Media

A place to broadcast a lie

Looking successful, with no need to try

Not made in China but it’s still fake

Your life, it can break, but also make

All dependent upon choices

With lots of overwhelming voices

You see what we want, not what’s real

Because good, is all we want to feel

Fake it till you make it is what they say

Following the trend seems to be the only way

Modern day slavery, AKA social media

It’s it real life, just someone’s idea

Emotionally Fvckd

The first time I strangled someone I was lost for words. I had anticipated a wave of emotions or some form of remorse, at the very least. It was surprisingly invigorating. I enjoyed watching the life drain out of him. I think I felt myself reach a climax as he drew his last breath. It was it this moment I knew that I had finally died inside. I no longer had regard for human life, or anything really.

About a week later, I took a stroll around Glasgow Central park. It was a nice day. Not the typical cliché “beautiful sunny day” all these normal folk describe, but a rather darker, cloudy day. I’m not too fond of the sun. She’s a tad too intense for my liking.

I found myself overwhelmed with emotion. I saw a little boy crying over a dropped Ice Cream cone. I could feel the pain and disappointment in his heart. I tried to fight back the tears but, for some odd reason I just couldn’t get a grip. I’ve seen people die, I’ve experienced great loss, I’ve even killed and not once have I been moved. Why, then, was I getting so worked up over something so trivial?

I’m no psychologist or whatever, so instead of wasting my time trying to figure out something that’s beyond me, I decided to get my mind off things. I went to a bar and, as usual, had a flood of guys just worshiping at my feet. We had a few drinks, I invited one of them over and murdered the bloke. What a relief! Now I can have a good night’s rest.


Freedom ?

You are free to make your own choices in life, but you aren’t free from the consequences…”

Don’t cry if you date a player & get played

Just like having a baby after getting laid

In life all the dues get paid

So today I see Bella Thorne trending because she’s crying about the backlash from choosing to leak her own nudes instead of allowing a hacker to extort her.

Firstly, I started something I call the “woken” philosophy, which as the name implies; is a philosophy: A philosophy in layman’s terms is simply an idea.

The woken philosophy is based on the idea that life is yours, no one else’s and it’s meant to be lived. We have different definitions of what it means to live. But, overall, for every action there is an inevitable outcome. Sometimes good, sometimes bad.

I’m not here to pick sides or say what’s right and wrong or tell people how to live. I always emphasize that I’m not a life coach. That word makes me sick! No one ought to tell you how to live. I’m not here to defend or attack anyone for what they decide to do in their lives.

Let me get to the point because no matter how much this is emphasized, society pays attention to what it wants to; often the bad, messy sides of things. I don’t really care about that so anyway…

Bella took pictures of herself. “Nudes”. It’s her body, it’s her right. Now, as a celebrity she’s at risk of being attacked by hackers. Perhaps she knew, perhaps she didn’t. But that’s life. Today celebrities wear revealing clothing. People go for “nice” shoots where they’re basically naked. No one is blowing up about it.

It’s really funny to me though. But the bottom line, things don’t always get the same reaction. There are things Rihanna gets away with that apparently not everyone can. Like when having sex, even with a condom, there’s a chance of the occurrence of pregnancy.

Mommy and daddy tell you not to have sex before marriage, maybe you decide to. Maybe you get pregnant, maybe you don’t. Either way, if you made the choice to do something, no mater how well intentioned, be prepared to deal with the consequences.

I’m writing this right now when there are people taking sides to it even from a racial standpoint, “Black Whoopi” vs “White Bella”. And perhaps because I’m a “nobody” right now, no one will pay enough attention to this, but either way, even if they do, I’m prepared to deal with whatever consequences arise from writing this post.

I won’t let anyone tell me what I should or shouldn’t do. This is not to say I won’t heed a warning or take sensible advice into consideration, but overall I always decide to make the decision I can live with the most.

There isn’t anything objectively bad or good. There’s no “right” or “wrong” choice. It’s a journey, not a test. It’s like someone telling you to abort a baby because keeping it will ruin your life, maybe it will, maybe it won’t. Either way, whatever you decide, don’t blame anyone. Deal with it! It’s all on you!

Yes! It’s their fault you decided to make the choice. Perhaps their advice was wrong, but you still made the decision. No one cares and it won’t matter why you made the choice, bottom line is the choice was made. It’s your life, you have to live and deal with it.

~Woken Philosopha