Chicken Soup For The Soul: Look Out, Baby, I’m Your Love Man

This is one of the inspiring true stories I am currently reading from the motivationally moving best seller, that in Jack Canfield’s and Mark Victor Hansen’s Chicken Soup for the Soul 

Look Out, Baby, I’m Your Love Man

It is better to be prepared for an opportunity and not have one than to have an opportunity and not be prepared. – Whitney Young, Jr.

Les Brown and his twin brother were adopted by Mamie Brown, a kitchen worker and maid, shortly after their birth in a poverty-stricken Miami neighborhood.


Because of his hyperactivity and nonstop jabber, Les was placed in special education classes for the learning disabled in grade school and throughout high school. Upon graduation, he became a city sanitation worker in Miami Beach. But he had a dream of being a disc jockey.


At night he would take a transistor radio to bed where he listened to the local jive-talking deejays. He created an imaginary radio station in his tiny room with its torn vinyl flooring. A hairbrush served as his microphone as he practiced his patter, introducing records to his ghost listeners.


His mother and brother could hear him through the thin walls and would shout at him to quit flapping his jaws and go to sleep. But Les didn’t listen to them. He was wrapped up in his own world, living a dream.


One day Les boldly went to the local radio station during his lunch break from mowing grass for the city. He got into the station manager’s office and told him he wanted to be a disc jockey.


The manager eyed this disheveled young man in overalls and a straw hat and inquired, “Do you have any background in broadcasting?”


Les replied, “No, sir, I don’t.”


“Well, son, I’m afraid we don’t have a job for you then.”


Les thanked him politely and left. The station manager assumed that he had seen the last of this young man. But he underestimated the depth of Les Brown’s commitment to his goal. You see, Les had a higher purpose than simply wanting to be a disc jockey. He wanted to buy a nicer house for his adoptive mother, whom he loved deeply. The disc jockey job was merely a step toward his goal.


Mamie Brown had taught Les to pursue his dreams, so he felt sure that he would get a job at that radio station in spite of what the station manager had said.


And so Les returned to the station every day for a week, asking if there were any job openings. Finally the station manager gave in and took him on as an errand boy—at no pay. At first, he fetched coffee or picked up lunches and dinner for the deejays who could not leave the studio. Eventually his enthusiasm for their work won him the confidence of the disc jockeys who would send him in their Cadillacs to pick up visiting celebrities such as the Temptations and Diana Ross and the Supremes. Little did any of them know that young Les did not have a driver’s license.


Les did whatever was asked of him at the station—and more. While hanging out with the deejays, he taught himself their hand movements on the control panel. He stayed in the control rooms and soaked up whatever he could until they asked him to leave. Then, back in his bedroom at night, he practiced and prepared himself for the opportunity that he knew would present itself.


One Saturday afternoon while Les was at the station, a deejay named Rock was drinking while on the air. Les was the only other person in the building, and he realized that Rock was drinking himself toward trouble. Les stayed close. He walked back and forth in front of the window in Rock’s booth. As he prowled, he said to himself. “Drink, Rock, drink!”


Les was hungry, and he was ready. He would have run down the street for more booze if Rock had asked. When the phone rang, Les pounced on it. It was that station manager, as he knew it would be.


“Les, this is Mr. Klein.” ‘


“Yes,” said Les. “I know.”


“Les, I don’t think Rock can finish his program.”


“Yes sir, I know.”


“Would you call one of the other deejays to come in and take over?”


“Yes, sir. I sure will.”


But when Les hung up the telephone, he said to himself, “Now, he must think I’m crazy.”


Les did dial the telephone, but it wasn’t to call in another deejay. He called his mother first, and then his girlfriend. “You all go out on the front porch and turn up the radio because I’m about to come on the air!” he said.


He waited about 15 minutes before he called the general manager. “Mr. Klein, I can’t find nobody,” Les said.


Mr. Klein then asked, “Young man, do you know how to work the controls in the studio?”


“Yes sir,” replied Les.


Les darted into the booth, gently moved Rock aside and sat down at the turntable. He was ready. And he was hungry. He flipped on the microphone switch and said,


“Look out! This is me, LB, triple P—Les Brown, Your Platter Playing Poppa. There were none before me and there will be none after me. Therefore, that makes me the one and only. Young and single and love to mingle. Certified, bona fide, indubitably qualified to bring you satisfaction, a whole lot of action. Look out, baby, I’m your lo-o-ove man!”


Because of his preparation, Les was ready. He wowed the audience and his general manager. From that fateful beginning, Les went on to a successful career in broadcasting, politics, public speaking and television. – Jack Canfield

Begin your days with inspiration and read a motivational story a day through Chicken Soup for the Soul

(c) Musawenkosi Tshoaele, 2010. All rights reserved.

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The Endless Song That Plays Loudest When I Am Quiet

Now how do I quieten this song that plays endlessly in my heart?

A song that keeps me awake when I should be sleeping in the middle of the night.

It talks of how I should be wary of the ego that I boldly defend.

And ego that has made me more enemies of men I would prefer to be friends.

I talk about a culture that is so magical and yet possible.

The same principle I tire to function because I have well documented I fear the incredible.

I then point fingers at physical matter my mind influenced the formless to mould & create as the cause of my lack and limitation.

Not realising that I receive by giving the love and respect I demand of the Universe – passion only leads to instant manifestation.

I focus my thought on a desire and literaly ask of it who I need to Become in order for me to find myself against her bosom.

Softly she will start singing songs only I can her, without end, as if my heart is in a constant blosom.

A song I need to be still so to hear and allow myself to be guided by.

And it is only in stillness that she is at the loudest, and I can’t help but cry.

I cannot expect the weight of my supposed past failures to carry me into a prosperous future.

I need to be in the present, in body, mind and soul, so to experience the abundance & power of the moment – I am co-creator.

The songs speaks of roads I must take in order for the spirit to grow fonder through the experiences of the body.

I thus plan my journey according to the lyrics I hear in the mind so not to leave my God-given desires lonely.

“What you focus on expands.”

So I dare you to focus on how should be, not what they are, and ways which might even come in the form of songs will tell you, even show you, how.

And it is in stillness that this one thought of desire is at its loudest.

Listen to the voice within, and allow yourself to be effortlessly led – with acts & deeds that feel as if their flowing and not force – to the desire that you are attract it to you and thus you to it.

– Musawenkosi Tshoaele

The Only Reason Why You Are A Failure Is Because You Don’t Act

Success follows action.

It is in inaction that there is NO success.

Like in a previous post where I wrote something along the lines of how for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction.

i.e. I do more than what is expected of me, I get back in return – be it in the form of an increase, incentives or recognition – the same amount of service I give.

As if I bring towards myself the goal I wish to achieve.

Like the “pipe piper” the thing I want to attract is attracting me in return.

That explains why I see so many broke, poverty-stricken therefore crime (competitively) enclined black men asking for government handouts.

It makes me go back to how “the ocean experience” was banned to anyone who wasn’t white during the times of apartheid – a blanket that is still exists, tucked away so not to be seen while you’re reading a travel brochure for SA.

You see, I told you what you focus on expands – I put a picture of Nelson Mandela here and it’s over, lol!

It was illegal for a black person to experience spiritual happiness through nature amongst other degrading, inhumane acts that was instilled but the past white government of oppression.

Never mind how the word white (slang for ingam’la) is synonymous with the world rich/ wealthy.

Hence the expensive nutritious and healthy food that the poor and “inactive” cannot afford, apart from the inspiring and life transforming resources exclusive to the rich, or those that act in this case*.

The oppression that has conditioned the minds of the elders that have raised us according to principles of the oppressor.

The “do as you’re told” and “remain inactive or rirk going to jail or punished,” maybe even dead or worse.

Success follows action.

Now how can I be successful if my life is threatened if I do?

This paralysis results in me not succeding even at a minute level.

And that’s where I should be most effective because it’s the little successes that build up to larger ones.

Yet my father told I can’t do it so I sabotage my successes due to how the apartheid government wired my father to believe.

And I continue to say, what you believe becomes your reality, and it is this “truth” you teach and pass on to your children.

The mentality I am expected to carry down to my kids or else risk disrespecting my parents – I don’t know about you but down here respect is a big thing…ok until the national broadcaster decided to flood our screen with Western culture. Prison Break and 24 rock by the way 😀

Now I’ve come to experience how people function with life at a physical level.

And yet I have also come to know that since science has proven that all things seen and unseen is energy and therefore spirit, it would be to my advantage if instead I approach life at a spiritual level.

By doing that I reclaim the power I give to the oppressor outside of me because by then I would be aware that I have the power to create all levels of energy, through the power of my mind, and therefore create every single thing I now experience.

This is done at an unconscious level, hence the confused frown you might be having on your face right now.

If the above holds true then the only enemy I have in this world is myself. And this enemy only exist through the limiting belief I bestow on my unlimited spiritual (energy) self.

Hence the conflict.

When I get up and do something about it, will I then only come close to experiencing change.

Because Success follows action.

Playing the blame game is only going to make me …a conformist.

And what I know about successful people i.e. Mandela, Wright, Obama, Schirmer, Ford, Einstein, Gandhi, Newton,Branson, Carnegie, King Jr, Proctor, Lincoln, Maponya, Buffet is that they do not conform because the have courage instead.

“The opposite conformity in our society is not cowardness but courage.”

And coming back to the * it just hit me that the difference between the poor and the wealthy is action.

Does who act get/ stay rich and those who do not get or stay poor or in this case unsuccessful.

For every action there is an equal an opposite reaction – Sir Issac Newton.

Like Bonginkosi “Zola” Dlamini puts it, “Get Up And Go!”

– Musawenkosi Tshoaele

The Fear To Love Oneself

Back in the days when it was just you and me…back when life was…simpler.

Now that I know that life as I know it revolves around my thoughts, as if to say I project my thoughts into my life in various forms and events, the gift then turns into a curse.

Because I see myself as an ugly person who surrounds himself with astonishing beauty so not to turn the mirror of the world towards myself.

– Musawenkosi Tshoaele

If You Are Reading This, You Are Ready To Hear Why You Were Born Rich

This is a title from the life-transforming book by the Success & Personal Development Guru Bob Proctor, that can – and does – increase your ability to not only attract more money in your life, but also increases the state of your health for the better, and helps to set up the healthy relationships that increase the joy, peace & happiness one should be experiencing day in & day out.

See this update for a link to an instant download of “You Were Born Rich” by Bob Proctor.

You know, I took a moment and reflected on the journey I have chosen for myself towards success [success = progressively working towards a worthy ideal] and honestly…what I should have seen as justifiable limitations where, to me – at an unconscious level, just tissue-paper-thin fears I overcame with knowledge and understanding.

I suggest you also overcome fear with understanding.

Seek knowledge.

Understanding will give you the knowledge to open up your focused mind to the abundance & multiple resources that are yours for the asking.

Believe this and your faith in abundance will lead you to the successes that came cloaked as temporary failure.

In truth, you simply cannot fail.

If you believe this then the Kingdom of Heaven – all that You May Want, desire or strive for – you immediately inherit.

See Mark 9:23, let this be your beacon of Light in these trying times.

– Musawenkosi Tshoaele

Letter To A Friend – I Edition

Dearest Friend.

I look at you, and I see this man of such Power, such Inner Strength, and Inner Force that would challenge an ocean storm.

The energy I see – with my 3rd eye – swirling around you like multiple tentacles attached to this source energy is so magnificent, it covers a whole stadium.

You are a magic wand that calls forth any and all desires the mind could think off or wish upon itself, at any given moment.

You have the world at your command.

Yet at the same time you find any reasons to fight against and reject this truth…

You fight with so much passion…

You fight it with such authority.

Denying, with every fiber of your being, what the soul knows against what you have been thought to believe!

To believe in a lie that states that you exist within a limited universe.

Where once you have taken all that the universe has to offer to you and you have exhausted your supply, you will be left with lack.

And there is nothing you can do about it.

Where once you have reached this cul-de-sac and it is you against the earth’s crust and you cannot go any further, you start to hurt, because you believe in this illusion.

You pain.

You cry.

You turn and radiate negativity that you throw out into the world only to receive it back in the form of experiences and circumstances.

Because that is what life is, you say…

A world of limitation.

Your sadness turns into anger and that anger concertizes into bile when you see images of success, images of wealth, and images of freedom drive by on the streets.

Or when they walk by in the shopping malls or seen on TV.

Jealousy.

How can the have what I cannot?

How can they live a life that I am working so hard for, but will never achieve?

Where am I falling short?

My prayers are not answered!

I cannot wait until He decides to answer I want change now!

There is no GOD!

Why am I going through so much struggle?

What’s the point of trying it’s not going to work anyway.

That will never work, look where it left [so and so].

I give up.

I don’t know what to do.

I live a poor life…etc.

Friend, I threw you a rope to grab on to so to escape from the well you are digging for yourself into yet you decide to hang yourself with it.

Friend I spoke to you words that will have led you to the truth but you shut your ears with the war drums of poverty.

Drums that want nothing to do with the idea that you are a volcano of abundant financial wealth waiting to erupt, because such good is not worthy of you.

“Wake up and live in the real world because you are living in a dream,” you tell me.

Better a dream than a nightmare, friend.

Then I ask myself, if you want me to look at the world with the same eyes you mind sees then how then, can I begin to even entertain the idea of the wealth?

Something that is rejected by your mind, regardless of the different forms it comes in.

But you know what friend?

When I look at you, I see abundance.

You on the other hand see yourself and come face to face with limitation.

I have to say friend, you have taught the mind well.

I mean to reject anything beyond your comfort zone of ukushodelwa nokungalungi takes some persistence and discipline and lastly innovation.

Friend I salute you.

You have mastered living a life of pain and anguish, always blaming others for your flawed, yet acceptable, creations.

I thank God for forgiving you and the sins you have passed on to others through these actions, actions motivated by a thought of fear.

Such attempts at casting off the bad, friend, are under developed.

What I mean is that you are playing for the wrong side friend.

And your soul, the very soul you continue to whip with all the strength you can master, will continue to be tortured because it knows the truth friend.

The truth it will continue to vocalize regardless of the torn flesh of its back from the abuse you keep unleash due to its defiance.

How dare the soul defy your law of fear that governs your very being when it is blinded by love?

You are becoming friend.

For me so say you disappoint me friend, would mean I am disappointed in myself.

And there is no way I will allow myself to think as you think and call upon such harm as you do into existence.

Haven’t you caused enough damage already to not only yourself, friend, but to the people around you?

Those you hold dear too?

You need to change your thinking friend.

What I mean by this is that you must create rather than compete.

Change your mind from being a competitor to a mind that creates.

Friend, because a mind that competes will allows run out, yet one that is creative creates new resources to live off.

Friend I am talking about a life of abundance.

You don’t believe in one then go back to your world of hurt, recurring.

Yours spitefully,

M. Tshoaele

The fear of Poverty from Think and Grow Rich

Please be advised that these are just my summarized notes from N. Hill’s Think & Grow Rich.

If you want a more in-depth version you can hopefully find it in of your local bookstore or amongst the free ebooks I found for you at White Dove Books or you can purchase one at Amazon.com

#1 The fear of Poverty.

“If you want riches you must refuse to accept any circumstances that lead towards poverty.”

“The word “Riches” here is used in the broadest sense, meaning financial, spiritual, mental & material assets.”

“If you demand riches determine what form & how much will be required to satisfy you.”

“If you neglect to make a start, or stop before you arrive, no one will be to blame but you.”

“State of mind – a state of mind is something that one assumes.”

“The only thing you can control.”

“It cannot be purchased; it must be created.”

“Fear of poverty is a state of mind, nothing else.”

“But it is sufficient to destroy one’s chances of achievement in any undertaking.”

“This fear paralyses:

  • the faculty of reason,
  • destroys the faculty of imagination,
  • kills off self-reliance,
  • undermines enthusiasm,
  • discourages initiative,
  • leads to uncertainty of purpose,
  • encourages procrastination,
  • wipes out enthusiasm and
  • makes self control impossibility.”

  • “It takes the charm from one’s personality;
  • destroys the possibility of accurate thinking;
  • diverts concentration of effort;
  • it masters persistence;
  • turns the willpower into nothingness;
  • destroys ambition;
  • beclouds the memory and invites disaster in a hundred forms;
  • leads to sleepiness;

misery and unhappiness and all this despite the obvious truth that we live in a society of overabundance of everything the heart could desire, with nothing standing between us & our desires, except lack of a definite purpose.”

“Considerable courage is required to state the origin of this fear & still greater courage to accept the truth after it has been stated.”

“Nothing brings so much suffering & humility as poverty.”

“Only those who have experienced poverty understand the full meaning of this.”

“It’s no wonder that we fear poverty.”

“Self-analysis may disclose weakness that one does not like to acknowledge.”

“This form of examination is essential to all who demand of life more than mediocrity & poverty.”

“You are after the truth. Get it, no matter at what cost, even though it may temporarily embarrass you.”

“The majority of people if asked what the fear most, would reply, “I fear nothing.”

“The reply would be inaccurate because few people realize that they are bound, handicapped, whipped spiritually & physically through some form of fear.”

“So subtle & deeply seated is the emotion of fear that one may go through life burdened with it, never recognizing its presence.”

“Courageous analysis will disclose the presence of this universal enemy.”

“When you begin such an analysis, search deeply into your character.”

“Here is a list of the symptoms you should look for:

Symptoms of the fear of poverty


…to be covered in my next post.

– Musawenkosi Tshoaele