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.

The Secret to Making Money…

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I sometimes have these enlightening moments during the taxi ride to work in the afternoons.

Busy observing. The homeless in particular of late.

They understand how to make money.

Maybe it’s a matter of better managing the money they are getting to better their financial situation.

Much like most of us.

But they know how to make money.

They understand the principle of making money.

Cause & effect.

Service & reward.

Service rendered gets compensated …usually.

Some beg.

And through their appeal for sympathy, and with the power of the law of averages, some are paid for it.

Cause & effect.

Their actions are being paid for.

Others do tricks, another income generating practice, like a dance routine.

We black folks love to dance.

The entertainment industry, is a trillion dollar industry.

We might as well tap in to it.

This act is a form of service offered.

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And after the street dancing act, before the robots go green, they walk along the driver’s side, hat in hand, asking for pay.

Heck I even saw a juggler today, it’s been a while.

Others even help with parking. Assuming that you can’t park. To then proceed to tell you that they will “look after” your car while you are away.

And then when you come back, they ask for any financial contribution for their effort.

Here you were thinking you’re avoiding paid parking.

It reminded me of how earning money isn’t that hard.

It comes as a result of providing a service.

Providing a service to others.

Ideally a service that they need.

If you want to make more money, then you would need to increase the amount of people you serve.

Making money is not rocket science.

Not for those willing to put in the work.

There really is no secret to making money, come to think of it.

You are paid in accordance to the service you provide.

~ Musa