Nothing Beats The Grind

After 2-3 weeks of submitting a minimum of 10 resumes a day, I finally got a job. My fiance’s family fed me during the holidays hustle.

A very humbling experience since I am a prideful man.

I don’t like getting handouts because in my life I’ve come to find that most handouts come with an IOU tag.

I don’t want to be indebted to anyone.

So being in the position I was in, made me grind harder.

I think I sent out those CVs and with me going to interviews between.

Some interviews where scams, some promising. But I kept submitting them promising or not.

Most people start slowling where nearing the finish line.

I slow down once I cross it.

Hell, I even turned to reading the bible.

You know shit’s hit the fan when I pick up “the book.”

It kept me going. That and seeing the unbothered smile on my daughter’s face.

She hit the side of her eye, that one, playing in the playgrounds at cresche.

Had to get stitched. Busy walking around with an eye the size of a golf ball. To put it mildly, she was not impressed seeing the world with one eye.

But I’m glad I was there to assist with the healing process.

But it was her mom that kept me above water mainly. There’s no one I appreciated more, beyond words even, than her, during this period.

I felt stripped of my title as a provider.

As a man, if I cannot provide for my family, what am I?

Feeling lost, going to bed with a broken heart. I was without purpose and I felt depressed.

The need to feel needed by corporate was overwhelming. Which felt like a contradiction because I promote the idea of owning your own business.

A purposeless, non providing, hypocrite of the a man.

And I knew if I start hating myself then there won’t be any improvement in my life.

So I kept my black ass working to keep from thinking negative thoughts.

Because my thinking was shit.

It worked, at face level.

But for lasting results, I need that deep kinda loving.

That only I can provide from the inside out.

The grind paid off.

Now employed on a probationary basis.

Work ethic + being intentional + the law of averages working in my favour produced results.

With prayer and work ethic, something’s got to give.

And it did.

As expected.

~ Musa

PS. This was a delayed post. My baby girl is all healed up now. Mischievous as hell. I wouldn’t want it any other way.

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What Peak Performers Do In The Morning That You Might Not Be Doing…

The way I’m driving what little traffic I have to his YouTube page, one might think he’s paying me to do it.

I don’t know much about Ed Mylett.

But of what little I know, was shared on an interview I stumbled over, that you can access through one of my posts here.

~ Musa

I Don’t Want To Be An Entrepreneur

That N word is such a burden.

It’s a cute thing to add on my social media bio that: “I’m an Entrepreneur.”

But truth of the matter is I’m on my PlayStation, while posting such on my Twitter page.

Have people thinking Musa is on “the grind.”

Kanti kuphi lapho…

Trying to promote an illusion on FaceBook, having people into thinking that you’ve got game…sh** like that will catch up to you.

Yes, I was on that stock market trading tip then the internet marketing grind. After that then it’s was the full time direct sales gig and what else…oh yeah, network marketing.

And in between that stuff, it was a 9-5.

It’s just there’s so much respect that I have for people who really run their business. Small business that they didn’t inherent. That seeing people claiming what they aren’t irks me.

It’s as if they are disrespecting the people who really are.

The businesswomen & businessmen who make those hard decisions like:

The Dream or the relationship.

Pay rent or the staff.

Full 9 hours sleep of guaranteed monthly salary or those sleepless nights not knowing whether the client will pay up on not.

People, a small percentage, really hustle out there hey?

Too busy to be posting motivational memes every 3 minutes on IG.

Success is boring.

Success is slow.

Success is consistency.

Success is long-term.

Success is worth it.

Social media allows you to post things that aren’t true.

But like all things, the truth shall out.

Live an honest life bud.

My take…I don’t want to be getting my money from only one income source.

I don’t think that makes me an entrepreneur. Or does it?

Coz that’s my endgame…

…hold up come I google.

Entrepreneur…

a person who sets up a business or businesses, taking on financial risks in the hope of profit.
“many entrepreneurs see potential in this market”

synonyms: businessman, businesswoman, business person, business executive, enterpriser, speculator, tycoon, magnate; More

  • a promoter in the entertainment industry.

    “the music entrepreneur pulled back from financing a screenplay Hopper had written”

Shoot, then that means anyone can be an entrepreneur.

But those that do the work become successful entrepreneurs… Eventually.

It compounds.

Needed to put that disclaimer there.

And that’s the rub, being successful.

You need to work.

Taking the hits of becoming good at your niche, there’s no smooth sailing in this game.

Being embrassed for a few years that will set you up for life.

You either keep getting knocked around & being made someone’s bitch at your job or learn how to make something of your life.

Even Thokozane outlined on a tweet I retweeted #NoExcuses.

You need courage & mentoring if you are looking for additional sources of income that will eventually free you from a job.

Either that or keep complaining about your BS job.

You are worth more than than s*** job you are 10 seconds away from being fired from.

You weren’t raised to be someone’s bitch.

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Don’t be an entrepreneur.

Be a successful one.

No matter how long it takes.

Or die trying.

I don’t want to be an entrepreneur. But I want to be a hustler. For my family but more importantly for my well-being.

Go to where you are valued. If that means getting a job then go for it.

Financially it doesn’t make sense to me to only rely on one source of income.

That’s financial suicide.

~ Musa