in my hood: papi

in my hood there was a scary ass gangsta called papi, nigga here use to wear a special jacket where he hung hs knives lyk medals. . he had al sorts of knives, spiral, forked,sword lyk,short knives, n he use to show em off, he was a knive specialist, lol, if u wr braaing, he'd take owt hs fork lyk knive and turn ova ur meat nd it automaticaly became his, least u cud do then was 2 ask him to give u a smal piece of "his" meat, lol. if u bump in2 him, ud cros the road, if u didn cros, ud pay 1rand, he was that scary, had scars al ova him, was very muscluline and if u greet him, u paid 1rand, if u didnt greet him u paid 2rand, if u didnt hv, he wud eitha mug u, or clap u wit those steel lyk hands. he neva lost any fyt, evryone hated hm, nd the police whr scared of him. yeah till 1 day wen he was going back home from drinkng, he got ambushed, stabd and hs throat was slit open. lived by the knive, died by the knive.

fun fair 2010 [part 2]

..at the fair, wen u paid, u get stampd on th arm, so me and zizo, got sum1 already stampd, 2 rub hs arm on zizos arm, make it luk lyk a faded stamp, so he cud getit re.stampd at th gate, h did that, rubbd hs stamp on my arm 2, nd i got a restamp at th gate. nd we where in. at tht time we whr drunk as shit, n wen we got in, alot more alcohol flowed. . .jozi was performing, and i almst jumpd onto the stage! nd wen dj kent performd, zizo jumpd onto my shoulders, screamed, took hs shirt off, nd sang hs lungs off, i was so close 2 dropng him! at 1point, i found myself outta Th fair, nd at sum bushy residential area, i remember sittng down in th middle of the road,cryng, tinkng that in all horor movies, the black guy always dies 1st! miraculously i got back, had mre wine, and m and zizo went mackng. . .see we got this funny habit of lol, mackng 1girl at the same time, nd otha times mackng mre then 1 girl at th same time lol, so. . .

fun fair 2010

was th day of the fun.fair, me nd zizo whr down to our last 50rand, we where in manz at that time. as we drank th remainder of th 50bux, a group of our buddies came up, and dala'd they goin 2 th fair, nd we said we want 2 cum with. afta 2more beers, we managed to talk our way into letting them give us a ride to nd from simunye. twas abt 4.30pm at tht time. th guys had organisd a quantum, but it was coming frm nhlangano, so we had to wait a while. . .afta a lot more beers, th quantum came, picked us all up, and dropd us at sum crib in ngwane park 4 th grup to wait whyle he took th 1st batch of ppl 2 simunye. i dnt knw how, but out of the blue we had two cases of beer in front of us, and a 5litre of cellar cask wine. we doped like fish, went to braai, came back, doped sum more, at about 8pm th quantum came back, took us to simunye! wen we got there, we didnt have doe to pay 4 entrance.lol, so me and zizo deviced a grand plan. . . .

crash.car.burn [outro]

lookee here, this is wandi, im nt perfect, nt righteous, far from being a role model, lol, heck, im nt even sure if im completely human, im living life in the fast lane, till i crash, thats gonna be a lovely crash, going out with a huge bang...exactly as the universe startd, with a big bang.....yes, i blow trees, drink vodka, lyk its aqua. im doing me, wont change 4 no one, id rather die on my feet then live on my knees beggng ppl, im buildng an empire, do u wana be part of it? lol, i do who i want, wat i want, say whatever the fuck i want, and right now, i got a passenger in this fast lane, the more people the merrier. . .im here saying fuck the system, fuck living life normaly, nd if u a hater, lol, then fuck u too. shit, all im asking u right now is, do u want to ride with me?

untitled

iv always kept things lockd up in me, all the anger,confusion,disapointment in my life, i bottled it up. nw th problem z, all that negativity, comes back, ts just this dark voice in my head, i just get filled with hate, everythng negative. ppl keep pushing me to that dark place, and im afraid of what i may do if i cross the line, nd listen to that voice. . .normaly, i talk or laugh it out, but of late everyone seems to be distant from me, a few disapointments alng th way ad to my burden, i keep putting on a fake smile, why cnt i genuinely smile? go thru my days feelng drained of late, im all alone, again. let me roll up more trees to numb my pain. i continuously question religion, n i get that feeling that, im gona end up doing something bad/stupid real soon..i cn feel the vibes peeling off my wallpaper.

crash.car.burn[part3]

born to a slave family, this old man, never got proper education. and couldnt write hs name, he had to draw an "x" for signatures and that fustrated hm alot,nd at age 98, he decided that hs gna go back to school, and learn to read and write. faithfuly everyday, hs great.grandchild would drive him to school and back, the old man was focusd and dedicated, nd he glowed everyday wen he came bk havng learnt to write a new word. learnt fast, learnt to write and read his name, and sentences by age 99. and for his 100th birthday, for the 1st time he could read his own birthday cards, and all hs children would write him letters, and he cud read books nw. unfortunately he died in th year 2008 at the age of 103, but by the time he died, he had been awarded two doctrates, had written 3books, and 2 off them were bestsellers. and had a university named afta him.

farrah grey

at age 11 farrah's mom had a heart attack, leaving him and hs brother wit no one to properly luk afta them, hs granma came 3times a week to check up on them. 1day, farrah woke up realy hungry, there was no fud at all, nd hs mom bedridden in hospital. and he knew he had 2 do sumin,so he quit school nd wit hs last3 dollas whch was lunch.money, he went out out 2 buy paint, got sum shiny rocks by th river ,paintd em to luk fancy, nd went door 2 door selng them, he made 27dollars the same day. wit that money, he went and bought beter thngs 2 sell. afta tht 1 year, he startd rentng a ofice in wall street, whr he sold hs wares, he then took hs granmas cookbook n sold it to a t.v show, nd with that money he startd a small bank/money lendng company, and by age 13 he became a millionaire. he nw owns real estate worldwide, nd a publishng empire, and is a bestselling author. at age 14 retired hs granma, and got specialisd treatment 4 hs mom. today hs a multi.millionaire, at age 19.

sir richard branson [crash.car.burn. part 1]

richard was born dyslexic, meaning he was a vry slow learner. hs parents struggled to get him a proper education like other kids, and he barely passed his high school. afta completing, it hit him that there was no way he cud go to varsity. afta being broke for long, he took all hs savings, and bought a bulk of music cd's and put em in th back of hs dads car, and drove around th hood selling them. didnt make much the 1st 6months, but the little he made, he saved it up, until he cud aford to rent a shop, and start selng frm there, because he was being himself, had original ideas, hs shop became a hit wit music fans, he named it "virgin" since h was a virgin in busines, then he did wat seemed imposible, he franchised the shop. today, virgin nw consists of worldwide airlines,music shops, fitnes centers,and mobile networks. richard is nw a billionaire, living in hs own island, stil dyslexic.

crash car burn [interlude]

lets face it, at the end of the day, despite race, religion, status, we all die. whats important then are the events that happen before that event. who are you now? what have you done for yourself? are u content with ur life ryt nw, death z a funny motherfuckr, it can come at anytime, even nw whyle u readng. . .wen we get olda, the most regret we hav, are the things we neva did. thats why right now im living life like im in the fast lane, doing things like wandi, not like a rip off. of some1 els owt there. afta all, what gud is a dead lion to a dog thats alive. so, id like to tell u about a few people who inspire me, who lived for them, not others,

the alpha male [pt1]

fuck all gay nd metrosexual guys out there. my gay frnds wil hv 2 4give me, m nt homophobic, bt what the hell happend to being a alpha.male?? niggas are emotional, fussy abt their hair, their clothes,feelngs and make.up. . . ask yrself why the world has so many divorces, so much cosmetic products and surgeries. wat happend to settlng a disagreement with a fist.fight, and by tomorow y'all are frends again, nw ppl just take u to court. what happend to a man being supreme, hs presence (not hs talkng,yada.yada) felt, hs physic, hs intimidation, instant respect. guys lyk denzel washngton, daniel craig, brad pitt. nigas wear grls clothes, put manicures on, screw each otha in the ass, are emos, put makeup on. WHAT WIL TH CHILDREN LEARN? sigh. that sht ain ryt. let a nigga ooze of style but stil kip it hardcore. i hate it wen metrosexuals go on abt kipng it gangsta. .ima punch th make up owt ur face. see hw u kip t gangsta. sheesh, a world of emos. ya neh, cnt wait for 2012, let tis mess cum to an end!

piyos blog

go check owt this blog www.piyoxmashwama.tumblr.com || happy reading x

why i love chating afta midnight!!!

why do i LOVE chatng and bloging in th wee hours? lemme tel u why. wen i 1st discoverd th internet, my phne cudnt dwnload apps like mxit(thr was version 1.4 at tht tym). so i went on2 americn chat sites, since swazis wrnt chatng bk then. 2 blend in, i cald myself kevin, said im frm houston,texas (thts wr my fav raper at tht tym,chamillionaire, stayd), googled up a street nd a skul. no one askd alota qs. nd due to th tym diff. i had 2 log in afta midnyt to fynd em onlyn. gosh twas fun to chat then! i had 2 online gfs (1 ws a blonde grl frm ohio, name ws talisha renee grose, th otha ws hispanic named jessica, ) ...i discoverd sextng, nd got gud in it 2! nd alota otha ideas 2, i bcame popular in that website too...those wr the best times of my lyf...chating has neva bn the same eva since...i miss being "american" lol. now u undastand huh?

my 1st gf was a ho

my 1st real "gf" was a ho. lol. yea, thats right, but i didn knw that at 1st. young wandi was head over heels in luv with this girl. called her almst everyday, saw her every other day, even bought gifts for her, nd all th bragging i did 2 my frends ...looking back nw, im like, gosh i was such a loser. . .dont get it twisted, tis grl was real cute, was frm a good family, nd a real gud school 2. . . . .thngs cme 2 a stage wr we decided to get realy intimate wit each otha...luckily b4 tht weekend happend, i found owt abt her abortion, nd her 2 other bfs.... that sht made a yung niga mature fast!!! i still wonder what became of her...

tink abt this. where r u nw? wat are u doing? do u enjoy being in that position ur in? how did u get there? ...as human beings we are born with th power to shape up how our lives are, ur background, race, religion only influence u to take a specific path, but only u cn make th choice. so ryt nw, wat eva situation ur in, remember, u put urself in it, and only u can decide if u gonna use it to ur advantage or u gna drown in it. so ryt nw, asses wher u are, nd whr u want to be, take initiative and go 4 it, after all, its ur birthright! make positives out of ur negatives, from wateva bush or dark forest ur in, pave ur way to a better lyf. get back in control of ur life, only then will you discover that, nt even the sky z the limit

my 1st joint was with my friend slick g, that fat motherfucker came with the hugest joint ive eva seen. twas about 5 of us. and we had tis huge bag of it, it was a thursday, aftaskul. we went sumwhere, the weed was rolled, anatha mofo put his in a apple! and we smoked....1st thng that hit me was, wow, this sht z so herbal, so gud...i instantly felt 1 wit the trees and birds arnd me, heard sounds much clearer and saw everythng mre clearer....time seemed to slow down a bit. for a minute, i thot i cud undastand wat the birds whre twitting, a 10min walk bk hme took a whole 45mins...then the hunger kicked in..got hme and ate lyk m posessd. lol. . . .been blowing trees since then. but im no junkie, and im nt adicted! lol...

i hate to say this, but im a sucker for love, or whatever it is, the knowledge that someone out there is emotionaly attached to u, and tinks abt u more then they do u...its perfect. just a pity that i always get attachments with the wrong girls! lol. see my mom brought me up well, to take of who.eva im dating, yea, im a mamas boy, shes the best thing to eva happen to me, thats why i tend to treat ladies with the uptmost respect and dignity they deserve.

up in smoke

my 1st smoke was influenced by a girl i was dating at that time, she told me straight up at 1 point tht she blazes, and i was like, wouldn it be dope if we both smoked together! so i went up to the shop, got two cigarettes (courtleigh) went bk hme, i was hme alone, got the ashtray, and lit it. put it in my mouth, nd i took a small pull....sht felt wierd, coz th smoke didn taste bad, and wen i was halfway thru, i felt light headed, my joints felt loose. . .yea, i was getting high! lol, i smoked both of em. nxt day i bought a pack of em, and went to see the girl....when i got there, she told me she had quit smoking!! .....bummer!!!

so back in form1, a group of us, had mp3 players (shit was expensive bk then) and lol, we wer always too broke to buy batteries for em, so this one day, we all went to spar (now pick n pay). got in, walked and went to where the batteries are, all took that pack of fours...everyone, and put em in our undies(by the crouch), and walked around the shop, and left 1 by 1 ...lol, nw the last guy was real panicky, and when he walked out, the security guards stopped and searchd him. found the batteries, had him arrested nd sent off to th police station. bummer! and we all couldnt believe that the officer in charge was the lady who sells by the tuck shop!!! so luckly he was freed with no charges....the guys dad z lyk the md at central bank...sht wuda bn disastrous. . . .pity that nigga today is in a mental institute, he took the drugs path...and lost it.

my life should b a poem. a poem filled with knowlegde, wisdom, love, a promise of tomorow. c my lyf, lyk a poem, shud gv u goosebumps, excite u, take u on a journey. Let my life be like a poem, recited by future generations, held in high resct. see i woulda lived life to th fullest if i cud touch just 1 life. . . .

its been a long while. almost forever. i gotta give thanks to phayo for reminding me about this. where do i begin, ah...yes, lots of shit has happend, people change, life always gets a way of complicating things, the wandi u knew in 2010, isnt the wandi you know now. i couldnt give a damn about website development, and proffesional gaming. these things dont apeal to me anymore, i got deeper into the world of business and media. aftaskul ent. neva took off, twas doomed b4 it began, the girl i thought was the one, turned out to be one of em 2 timing whores. my business venture with thonje went down the drain after he left the country, leaving me with a debt of 4.5grand. for a 19 year old i matured really fast. my friends becoming druggies, almost pulling me down with them. in my darkest hour i found an unlikely friendship and trust in revona singh, thanks 4 being there and suportive when no one else did. i pretty much hit rock bottom, doubt in God, love, religion. see? its been a very long time huh...lol