<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7614431258730171034</id><updated>2011-11-04T18:56:32.334+11:00</updated><category term='Poetry'/><category term='pictures'/><category term='videos'/><category term='who am i?'/><category term='relationships'/><category term='game'/><category term='experiences'/><category term='random'/><title type='text'>COMING SOON...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndumi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614431258730171034/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndumi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ndumiso M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17909245825120769809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zV2zkI3ER08/SRGQmFmXKHI/AAAAAAAAADU/IrKycxmMUC8/S220/Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>52</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7614431258730171034.post-577384791783212069</id><published>2011-01-03T18:23:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T18:27:56.279+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experiences'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Perserverance...-  James M. Corbett</title><content type='html'>Fight one more round.&lt;br /&gt;When your feet are so tired that you have to shuffle back to the centre of the ring, fight one more round.&lt;br /&gt;When your arms are so tired that you can hardly lift your hands to come on guard, fight one more round.&lt;br /&gt;When your nose is bleeding and your eyes are black and you are so tired that you wish your opponent would crack you one on the the jaw and put you to sleep, fight one more round.&lt;br /&gt;Remember that the man who always fights one more round is never whipped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zV2zkI3ER08/TSF6Rdo5hZI/AAAAAAAAAFM/nakCKpoplgQ/s1600/box.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zV2zkI3ER08/TSF6Rdo5hZI/AAAAAAAAAFM/nakCKpoplgQ/s320/box.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557857855584437650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7614431258730171034-577384791783212069?l=ndumi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndumi.blogspot.com/feeds/577384791783212069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7614431258730171034&amp;postID=577384791783212069&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614431258730171034/posts/default/577384791783212069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614431258730171034/posts/default/577384791783212069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndumi.blogspot.com/2011/01/perserverance-james-m-corbett.html' title='Perserverance...-  James M. Corbett'/><author><name>Ndumiso M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17909245825120769809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zV2zkI3ER08/SRGQmFmXKHI/AAAAAAAAADU/IrKycxmMUC8/S220/Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zV2zkI3ER08/TSF6Rdo5hZI/AAAAAAAAAFM/nakCKpoplgQ/s72-c/box.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7614431258730171034.post-1196792246589701954</id><published>2009-07-24T18:06:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T18:10:16.250+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>If - Rudyard Kipling</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zV2zkI3ER08/SmlsXGR9hqI/AAAAAAAAAE4/6h8Y8N42x2o/s1600-h/RKipling%28IF%29GC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 277px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zV2zkI3ER08/SmlsXGR9hqI/AAAAAAAAAE4/6h8Y8N42x2o/s320/RKipling%28IF%29GC.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361935975440025250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;IF you can keep your head when all about you&lt;br /&gt;Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,&lt;br /&gt;If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,&lt;br /&gt;But make allowance for their doubting too;&lt;br /&gt;If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,&lt;br /&gt;Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,&lt;br /&gt;Or being hated, don't give way to hating,&lt;br /&gt;And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;&lt;br /&gt;If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;&lt;br /&gt;If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster&lt;br /&gt;And treat those two impostors just the same;&lt;br /&gt;If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken&lt;br /&gt;Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,&lt;br /&gt;Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,&lt;br /&gt;And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can make one heap of all your winnings&lt;br /&gt;And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,&lt;br /&gt;And lose, and start again at your beginnings&lt;br /&gt;And never breathe a word about your loss;&lt;br /&gt;If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew&lt;br /&gt;To serve your turn long after they are gone,&lt;br /&gt;And so hold on when there is nothing in you&lt;br /&gt;Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,&lt;br /&gt;' Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,&lt;br /&gt;if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,&lt;br /&gt;If all men count with you, but none too much;&lt;br /&gt;If you can fill the unforgiving minute&lt;br /&gt;With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,&lt;br /&gt;Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,&lt;br /&gt;And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7614431258730171034-1196792246589701954?l=ndumi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndumi.blogspot.com/feeds/1196792246589701954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7614431258730171034&amp;postID=1196792246589701954&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614431258730171034/posts/default/1196792246589701954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614431258730171034/posts/default/1196792246589701954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndumi.blogspot.com/2009/07/if-rudyard-kipling.html' title='If - Rudyard Kipling'/><author><name>Ndumiso M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17909245825120769809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zV2zkI3ER08/SRGQmFmXKHI/AAAAAAAAADU/IrKycxmMUC8/S220/Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zV2zkI3ER08/SmlsXGR9hqI/AAAAAAAAAE4/6h8Y8N42x2o/s72-c/RKipling%28IF%29GC.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7614431258730171034.post-6781681901940409352</id><published>2009-07-01T09:00:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T09:02:05.100+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>Michael Jackson On Em - Parabols</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lQksi4qRmrQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lQksi4qRmrQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7614431258730171034-6781681901940409352?l=ndumi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndumi.blogspot.com/feeds/6781681901940409352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7614431258730171034&amp;postID=6781681901940409352&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614431258730171034/posts/default/6781681901940409352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614431258730171034/posts/default/6781681901940409352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndumi.blogspot.com/2009/07/michael-jackson-on-em-parabols.html' title='Michael Jackson On Em - Parabols'/><author><name>Ndumiso M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17909245825120769809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zV2zkI3ER08/SRGQmFmXKHI/AAAAAAAAADU/IrKycxmMUC8/S220/Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7614431258730171034.post-6794144844175180978</id><published>2009-05-23T13:05:00.006+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T14:09:22.264+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experiences'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Gluttony</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zV2zkI3ER08/Shd2n9l-sDI/AAAAAAAAAEw/aP0cp2l01qc/s1600-h/gluttony.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zV2zkI3ER08/Shd2n9l-sDI/AAAAAAAAAEw/aP0cp2l01qc/s320/gluttony.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338866312191848498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;(The following is an edited excerpt from the (free) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;The Lord's Table&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; course I have been involved to help me overcome gluttony in my life!)&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;One of the problems among Christians today is that very few are willing to say that the act of overeating is sin. It is socially acceptable to overeat and so most would rather say that overeating is a "weakness," or a dietary problem that may be corrected by changing foods, a glandular problem, or that we simply "have a big appetite"...etc.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Overeating is a sin for the following reasons:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;• Whether we eat or drink, or whatever we do, we are to do to the glory of God (1 Corinthians 10:31). God is not glorified when I evidence a lack of self control in my eating habits.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;• My body is the &lt;st2:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st2:placetype st="on"&gt;temple&lt;/st2:placetype&gt;  of &lt;st2:placename st="on"&gt;God&lt;/st2:placename&gt;&lt;/st2:place&gt; (1 Corinthians 3:17, 6:19). The &lt;st2:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st2:placetype st="on"&gt;temple&lt;/st2:placetype&gt;  of &lt;st2:placename st="on"&gt;God&lt;/st2:placename&gt;&lt;/st2:place&gt; is not to be destroyed or defiled. Overeating or other sinful eating habits defiles the temple and if continued in can lead to its early destruction.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;• Sinning leads to slavery (John 8:34). Overeating, like any sin, becomes addictive and may be extremely hard to overcome.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;• Jesus told us to take up our cross daily (Luke 9:23) and Paul told us to crucify the desires of the flesh (Romans 8:13, &lt;st1:bcv_smarttag st="on"&gt;Colossians  3:5&lt;/st1:bcv_smarttag&gt;). To overeat is to gratify the cravings of the flesh, rather than to crucify them. This is sin. However, we are not at all saying that it is sin to eat when hungry. What we are talking about here, gluttony, is the habit of overeating and indulging our flesh, not the necessary requirement to receive daily nourishment for our bodies when we feel hungry. Food is not evil. Eating is not a sin.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;• There are many passages of Scripture which speak of the sin of "gluttony" and instruct us to avoid the path of the glutton (Proverbs 23:20-21) and to "put a knife to our throat" if we are given to gluttony (Proverbs 23:2). (The Merriam-Webster Dictionary defines gluttony as "excess eating.")&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;In &lt;st1:bcv_smarttag st="on"&gt;Acts 3:16-18&lt;/st1:bcv_smarttag&gt;, we see that repentance opens the flood house of God's blessing as it brings not only glorious refreshment from the Lord, but Jesus Christ Himself.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;You see, if we fail to call overeating sin, we miss out on the blessings of repentance. Why not call overeating by the biblical term of "gluttony," so that we will see the need to repent? And, as we repent, we will experience such sweet refreshment from the Lord, such satisfaction from the Lord, such enjoyment in the Lord, that we will wonder why we weren't ever told this truth before.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Repentance is that which causes me to do a full turn away from overeating or any sinful eating habit and a full turn towards the Lord. In practical terms, it means that I have been looking to food to supply something that has been lacking, and now I turn away from overeating food and, instead, look to the Lord to meet that need. We mourn that we have hurt the heart of God by sinning with food and we may even weep over our willful and stubborn pursuit of satisfaction in food. Our sins not only pierced the heart of Jesus on the cross but, when God grants repentance to us, they also pierce our hearts, and our hearts become torn over our rebellion. But oh, what joy comes when God enables us, by His grace, to turn from overeating to seek the Lord. We experience the refreshment of God’s grace, the renewal of His love, the joy of His fellowship. Oh dear ones, I pray you will see the amazing value of repentance.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;At The Lord's Table,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; we are not into a 60-day diet plan, pills that guarantee weight loss, programs that focus on food, or methods that require us to count calories, fat grams, carbohydrates or sugar. We are about calling ourselves to repentance from habits of overeating, about setting forth Christ as our soul's satisfaction and about developing habits of eating in a disciplined manner. If satisfaction in Christ and self-control would become the habit of our lives, we would see the blessings of God being poured out on us. In Christ there is joy and heart satisfaction, spiritual refreshment and renewal, and we "eat in plenty and are satisfied." Yes, repentance brings refreshment!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.settingcaptivesfree.com/lords_table"&gt;www.settingcaptivesfree.com/lords_table&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7614431258730171034-6794144844175180978?l=ndumi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndumi.blogspot.com/feeds/6794144844175180978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7614431258730171034&amp;postID=6794144844175180978&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614431258730171034/posts/default/6794144844175180978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614431258730171034/posts/default/6794144844175180978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndumi.blogspot.com/2009/05/gluttony.html' title='Gluttony'/><author><name>Ndumiso M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17909245825120769809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zV2zkI3ER08/SRGQmFmXKHI/AAAAAAAAADU/IrKycxmMUC8/S220/Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zV2zkI3ER08/Shd2n9l-sDI/AAAAAAAAAEw/aP0cp2l01qc/s72-c/gluttony.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7614431258730171034.post-2318308931523410051</id><published>2009-05-16T18:27:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T18:41:29.153+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Don’t Let Your Guard Down</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zV2zkI3ER08/Sg55iT8Z-VI/AAAAAAAAAEY/NM7464CDgQE/s1600-h/lazy+security+guard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zV2zkI3ER08/Sg55iT8Z-VI/AAAAAAAAAEY/NM7464CDgQE/s320/lazy+security+guard.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336336238856763730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today I have been humbled in the most unexpected way! If you listen to Christian Hip Hop, you would have heard about Cross Movement Records artist, &lt;a href="http://www.crossmovementrecords.com/articles_view.asp?articleid=57169&amp;amp;columnid=1089"&gt;The Ambassador’s moral failure&lt;/a&gt;. Now before I continue, I do not want to gossip about the issue or judge Ambassador for what has taken place. My heart and prayers go out for him, his family and his church! I pray by the grace of Jesus Christ that there will be healing that comes from repentance and that this will lead to his restoration! This all really and utterly breaks my heart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I would do, rather, is share with you how complacent I have been in my faith and pray that it makes us all look at ourselves and realise that we all sin and fall short of the glory of God (Romans 3:23)! Often we do not realise that this Christian life is a battle, like Ephesians 6:12 puts it, “For we do not wrestle against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this age, against spiritual hosts of wickedness in the heavenly places.” The life we are living is a war against the devil and his dark forces. And because we cannot see the demons, we carry on like they are not there! It is time to wake up and to be on guard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To see our brother Amba get taken down by the enemy really shakes my faith! I look up to this man (even now) and saw him as an example of the way I should go! Now I question myself. Can I make it through? Do I have what it takes? If he can fall, then I must be doomed? These are the questions that I had running through my head today and I really hope they are running through your head now! Friends, this is not a joke, the Bible tells us to, work out our own salvation with fear and trembling (Philippians 2:12). I had lost this fear and trembling! I go about my day without real thought about the battle and I am caught, like so many people, in the day-to-day things in life that I fail to take a step back to take stock. I forget that I have to be sober, be vigilant; because our adversary the devil walks about like a roaring lion, seeking whom he may devour (1 Peter 5:8). We are so quick to notice someone fall but fail to notice that we are right on the edge of doom ourselves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need to look to Jesus! We need to individually, fight the good fight of faith, laying hold on eternal life, to which we were also called (1 Timothy 6:12). We need to put on the whole armor of God, that we may be able to stand against the wiles of the devil (Ephesians 6:11). Practically this means taking time out regularly to see where we are spiritually, how much time do we spend with God (reading the Bible, praying, worshipping), who are we accountable to, making sure that we are constantly fleeing from temptation and repenting (turning away from sin) when we mess up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are three things that I have learnt from the events of today and they all apply to all of us! Firstly, it could have been me! It is only by the grace of God that we are where we are in our lives. “But by the grace of God I am what I am, and His grace toward me was not in vain; but I labored more abundantly than they all, yet not I, but the grace of God which was with me” (1 Corinthians 15:10). Therefore, we have no right to feel self-righteous because God is sovereign over our lives! Secondly, we have to look to Christ and not to man! People will always let you down, and if you let other people and their actions determine your faith then your faith is in the wrong place! “Let us run with endurance the race that is set before us, looking unto Jesus, the author and finisher of our faith, who for the joy that was set before Him endured the cross, despising the shame, and has sat down at the right hand of the throne of God” (Hebrews 12:1-2). Christ alone should be our only standard that we look to! Any other standard is not high enough. Finally, love those who fall! We live in a generation that loves to see stars rise so that we can watch them fall! That is evil! We need to love those that have fallen! We need to pray for them and hold them up because who knows, next time it could be you! Above all things have fervent love for one another, for "love will cover a multitude of sins." (1 Peter 4:8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultimately, we need to keep our guard up by relying on Christ! We have no idea what is coming around the corner. Only God knows what trials we will face but if we have confidence, being confident of this very thing, that He who has begun a good work in you will complete it until the day of Jesus Christ (Philippians 1:6), then we should have no fears. Don’t let your guard down, this is a race. Please keep your eyes focused on Christ the King!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7614431258730171034-2318308931523410051?l=ndumi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndumi.blogspot.com/feeds/2318308931523410051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7614431258730171034&amp;postID=2318308931523410051&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614431258730171034/posts/default/2318308931523410051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614431258730171034/posts/default/2318308931523410051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndumi.blogspot.com/2009/05/dont-let-your-guard-down.html' title='Don’t Let Your Guard Down'/><author><name>Ndumiso M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17909245825120769809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zV2zkI3ER08/SRGQmFmXKHI/AAAAAAAAADU/IrKycxmMUC8/S220/Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zV2zkI3ER08/Sg55iT8Z-VI/AAAAAAAAAEY/NM7464CDgQE/s72-c/lazy+security+guard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7614431258730171034.post-2294665416733471891</id><published>2009-03-27T08:46:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T08:59:51.284+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>The Road Not Taken - Robert Frost</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zV2zkI3ER08/Scv5yFOvCYI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/qqblUGaXKp4/s1600-h/a+crossroad+-+mackenzie+thorpe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 183px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zV2zkI3ER08/Scv5yFOvCYI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/qqblUGaXKp4/s200/a+crossroad+-+mackenzie+thorpe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317618423833758082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,&lt;br /&gt;And sorry I could not travel both&lt;br /&gt;And be one traveller, long I stood&lt;br /&gt;And looked down one as far as I could&lt;br /&gt;To where it bent in the undergrowth;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then took the other, as just as fair,&lt;br /&gt;   And having perhaps the better claim,&lt;br /&gt;   Because it was grassy and wanted wear;&lt;br /&gt;   Though as for that the passing there&lt;br /&gt;   Had worn them really about the same,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   And both that morning equally lay&lt;br /&gt;   In leaves no step had trodden black.&lt;br /&gt;   Oh, I kept the first for another day!&lt;br /&gt;   Yet knowing how way leads on to way,&lt;br /&gt;   I doubted if I should ever come back.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   I shall be telling this with a sigh&lt;br /&gt;   Somewhere ages and ages hence:&lt;br /&gt;   Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--&lt;br /&gt;   I took the one less traveled by,&lt;br /&gt;   And that has made all the difference.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7614431258730171034-2294665416733471891?l=ndumi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndumi.blogspot.com/feeds/2294665416733471891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7614431258730171034&amp;postID=2294665416733471891&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614431258730171034/posts/default/2294665416733471891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614431258730171034/posts/default/2294665416733471891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndumi.blogspot.com/2009/03/road-not-taken-robert-frost.html' title='The Road Not Taken - Robert Frost'/><author><name>Ndumiso M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17909245825120769809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zV2zkI3ER08/SRGQmFmXKHI/AAAAAAAAADU/IrKycxmMUC8/S220/Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zV2zkI3ER08/Scv5yFOvCYI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/qqblUGaXKp4/s72-c/a+crossroad+-+mackenzie+thorpe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7614431258730171034.post-3020478074221878040</id><published>2009-02-25T10:07:00.006+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T10:26:40.258+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Psalm 19: The Perfect Revelation of the Lord</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zV2zkI3ER08/SaSBQK4gTwI/AAAAAAAAAEI/Yg2sx4YyRmI/s1600-h/Rubens+and+Boekhorst+King+David.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zV2zkI3ER08/SaSBQK4gTwI/AAAAAAAAAEI/Yg2sx4YyRmI/s200/Rubens+and+Boekhorst+King+David.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306508375748529922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(To the Chief Musician. A Psalm of David)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt; The heavens declare the glory of God;&lt;br /&gt;And the firmament shows His handiwork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt; Day unto day utters speech,&lt;br /&gt;And night unto night reveals knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt; There is no speech nor language&lt;br /&gt;Where their voice is not heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt; Their line has gone out through all the earth,&lt;br /&gt;And their words to the end of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In them He has set a tabernacle for the sun,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt; Which is like a bridegroom coming out of his chamber,&lt;br /&gt;And rejoices like a strong man to run its race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt; Its rising is from one end of heaven,&lt;br /&gt;And its circuit to the other end;&lt;br /&gt;And there is nothing hidden from its heat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt; The law of the LORD is perfect, converting the soul;&lt;br /&gt;The testimony of the LORD is sure, making wise the simple;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt; The statutes of the LORD are right, rejoicing the heart;&lt;br /&gt;The commandment of the LORD is pure, enlightening the eyes;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt; The fear of the LORD is clean, enduring forever;&lt;br /&gt;The judgements of the LORD are true and righteous altogether.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;10&lt;/span&gt; More to be desired are they than gold,&lt;br /&gt;Yea, than much fine gold;&lt;br /&gt;Sweeter also than honey and the honeycomb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;11&lt;/span&gt; Moreover by them Your servant is warned,&lt;br /&gt;And in keeping them there is great reward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;12&lt;/span&gt; Who can understand his errors?&lt;br /&gt;Cleanse me from secret faults.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;13&lt;/span&gt; Keep back Your servant also from presumptuous sins;&lt;br /&gt;Let them not have dominion over me.&lt;br /&gt;Then I shall be blameless,&lt;br /&gt;And I shall be innocent of great transgression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;14&lt;/span&gt; Let the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart&lt;br /&gt;Be acceptable in Your sight,&lt;br /&gt;O LORD, my strength and my Redeemer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7614431258730171034-3020478074221878040?l=ndumi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndumi.blogspot.com/feeds/3020478074221878040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7614431258730171034&amp;postID=3020478074221878040&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614431258730171034/posts/default/3020478074221878040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614431258730171034/posts/default/3020478074221878040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndumi.blogspot.com/2009/02/psalm-19-perfect-revelation-of-lord.html' title='Psalm 19: The Perfect Revelation of the Lord'/><author><name>Ndumiso M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17909245825120769809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zV2zkI3ER08/SRGQmFmXKHI/AAAAAAAAADU/IrKycxmMUC8/S220/Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zV2zkI3ER08/SaSBQK4gTwI/AAAAAAAAAEI/Yg2sx4YyRmI/s72-c/Rubens+and+Boekhorst+King+David.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7614431258730171034.post-7062245386485006723</id><published>2009-02-24T10:29:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T10:27:32.471+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Too Late - F.L. Eiland</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zV2zkI3ER08/SaMyN-1CrZI/AAAAAAAAAEA/LLNFlMy_nZo/s1600-h/eiland,fl01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 146px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zV2zkI3ER08/SaMyN-1CrZI/AAAAAAAAAEA/LLNFlMy_nZo/s200/eiland,fl01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306140001757736338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;1 Too late, twill be for you to cry, When mercy's day has passed you by! When solemn night, of dark despair, Shall come upon you halting there!&lt;/i&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;i&gt;2 Too late, when death has barred the door, Your wailings can be heard no more! Rejected, there, thy soul will be Shut out, through all eternity!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;i&gt;3 Will you not heed the voice today, Inviting you Christ to obey? And be prepared to enter there, A pure and spotless robe to wear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;i&gt;4 No longer, there in sin abide! This all-important step decide! Come out, where Christ can touch thy soul, And at this moment be made whole!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Chorus: Too late, too late, poor trembling soul! O will this be your fate? Too late, too late to be made whole! Too late, too late, too late!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7614431258730171034-7062245386485006723?l=ndumi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndumi.blogspot.com/feeds/7062245386485006723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7614431258730171034&amp;postID=7062245386485006723&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614431258730171034/posts/default/7062245386485006723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614431258730171034/posts/default/7062245386485006723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndumi.blogspot.com/2009/02/too-late-fl-eiland.html' title='Too Late - F.L. Eiland'/><author><name>Ndumiso M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17909245825120769809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zV2zkI3ER08/SRGQmFmXKHI/AAAAAAAAADU/IrKycxmMUC8/S220/Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zV2zkI3ER08/SaMyN-1CrZI/AAAAAAAAAEA/LLNFlMy_nZo/s72-c/eiland,fl01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7614431258730171034.post-8061159652482042231</id><published>2009-02-11T12:41:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T12:43:29.896+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='who am i?'/><title type='text'>25 Random Things About Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;1. I am an introvert! But I'm not shy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I  have watched and enjoyed 2 seasons of the Gilmore Girls with friends (who wish  to remain anonymous).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Sometimes I feel like a nomad, I’m always moving  from one place to another (not always by choice)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I have been DJing  since the age of about 10!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I once wanted to do drama in university! I  wanted to be an actor. But, being African my dad said NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. When I’m by  myself I am a very serious person and I think a lot!!! I don’t think I even  smile when I’m chillin’ by myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I believe family is the most  important gift from God! I would die for mine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. The number 25 is so far  off and I don’t think I can come up with anything else!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I am random  and spontaneous!!! I love trying new things at least once, except for swim in  the shark infested waters of Adelaide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I love singing!!! Especially  when worshipping God!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. I have a tattoo and am considering getting  two more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. I am a tech geek! I like to know what the latest  developments in technology are! I’m a bit behind these days but only because of  fiscal reasons!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. I’m secretive!!! I keep things that are very  important to me close to my chest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. I love babies but I am officially  not a baby person because they cry when I hold them! But I look forward to the  day I become a father!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. I’m really bad at staying in touch with  people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. If my house was burning down the three things I would take  with me is my NJKV Bible, my laptop (because I have sermons on there) and my  PlayStation 3 (for the same reason)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. I hate flying, its just  stressful, but I love visiting new places and travelling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. I love long  distance driving, by myself! It’s peaceful and relaxing and the feeling of  escape is fantastic! An 8 and a half hour drive feels like only 2 or 3  hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. I write a journal but I never read over it! I don’t see the  point of reading it, I already know what is in there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. I am an  entrepreneur! I am always seeing new potential business ventures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. I’m  proudly Zimbabwean! I don’t like it when people talk ill of my country! I know  there are problems and my heart is to see them get fixed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. I would  love to drive a Bugati on the Autobahn. No speed limits baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. I hate  maths!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. I am an African Metrosexual! Which means to an African I’m a  metrosexual and to a metrosexual I’m just plain African!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. I am  addicted to BBC, CNN and Cartoon Network!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7614431258730171034-8061159652482042231?l=ndumi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndumi.blogspot.com/feeds/8061159652482042231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7614431258730171034&amp;postID=8061159652482042231&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614431258730171034/posts/default/8061159652482042231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614431258730171034/posts/default/8061159652482042231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndumi.blogspot.com/2009/02/25-random-things-about-me.html' title='25 Random Things About Me'/><author><name>Ndumiso M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17909245825120769809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zV2zkI3ER08/SRGQmFmXKHI/AAAAAAAAADU/IrKycxmMUC8/S220/Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7614431258730171034.post-723957543916990215</id><published>2008-11-05T14:40:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T15:00:27.033+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='who am i?'/><title type='text'>An Open Letter to My Unborn Children and Grandchildren</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zV2zkI3ER08/SREaOIzOAHI/AAAAAAAAADI/HoE9RHgzJdU/s1600-h/letter_image.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 308px; height: 304px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zV2zkI3ER08/SREaOIzOAHI/AAAAAAAAADI/HoE9RHgzJdU/s320/letter_image.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265018269555622002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Dear Children and Grandchildren,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading in Proverbs 13:22 that, “A good man leaves an inheritance to his children's children.” As a man, this proverb struck me deep in my spirit! I hope that I leave you all a financial inheritance that will take care of you as you establish your own lives, vocations and families but I know that this is not enough. Earlier in verse 7 it says, “There is one who makes himself rich, yet has nothing; And one who makes himself poor, yet has great riches”, this verse shows that a financial inheritance may not be enough of an inheritance at all! So what can I leave you my young ones that will last the next 20 or 50 years? Genesis 17:7 shows exactly the type of inheritance I wish to leave for you, it is the same inheritance Abraham, by God, left for his descendants, “And I will establish My covenant between Me and you and your descendants after you in their generations, for an everlasting covenant, to be God to you and your descendants after you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear children, knowing Jesus is the greatest inheritance I can leave for you! I pray that as you go through your lives that you hold on to and serve Jesus as I have served Jesus! This is the only inheritance that does not devalue or get taxed, it is the only inheritance that will not be affected by an economic recession, or run out. I am not perfect but I pray that by the grace of God, in fellowship with the Holy Spirit, will raise you according to the Word! I pray my decisions may be godly, I pray that I may share the fullness of the Gospel with you! I love you with all of my heart and my desire is to see you grow in your walk with God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I will not always be there and that a time will come when I will go to be with the Lord through death. Please my children do not lose heart! For this is all our calling, to live for God, and to die and live with God! I will be watching and be with you, according to Hebrews 12:1, I pray that I am part of the great cloud of witnesses surrounding you as you run the race called life. I can say that it is only God who has been with me through the best times of my life, as well as carried me through the most difficult times of my life! May you know the security that I have in Jesus, may that become your security! Finally and above all, pass this inheritance down to your children and your grandchildren for this is true gold!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my love,&lt;br /&gt;Your father, Ndumiso&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7614431258730171034-723957543916990215?l=ndumi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndumi.blogspot.com/feeds/723957543916990215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7614431258730171034&amp;postID=723957543916990215&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614431258730171034/posts/default/723957543916990215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614431258730171034/posts/default/723957543916990215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndumi.blogspot.com/2008/11/open-letter-to-my-unborn-children-and.html' title='An Open Letter to My Unborn Children and Grandchildren'/><author><name>Ndumiso M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17909245825120769809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zV2zkI3ER08/SRGQmFmXKHI/AAAAAAAAADU/IrKycxmMUC8/S220/Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zV2zkI3ER08/SREaOIzOAHI/AAAAAAAAADI/HoE9RHgzJdU/s72-c/letter_image.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7614431258730171034.post-1097564748662563770</id><published>2008-11-04T22:24:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T22:36:36.825+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='game'/><title type='text'>Whack The Fox</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://peasantprincess.com/flash/game.swf" quality="high" allowscriptaccess="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visit &lt;a href="http://peasantprincess.com/"&gt;peasantprincess.com&lt;/a&gt; to see what this is all about!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7614431258730171034-1097564748662563770?l=ndumi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndumi.blogspot.com/feeds/1097564748662563770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7614431258730171034&amp;postID=1097564748662563770&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614431258730171034/posts/default/1097564748662563770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614431258730171034/posts/default/1097564748662563770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndumi.blogspot.com/2008/11/whack-fox.html' title='Whack The Fox'/><author><name>Ndumiso M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17909245825120769809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zV2zkI3ER08/SRGQmFmXKHI/AAAAAAAAADU/IrKycxmMUC8/S220/Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7614431258730171034.post-7284808220501897118</id><published>2008-10-02T23:54:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T00:21:11.745+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='who am i?'/><title type='text'>Home Alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zV2zkI3ER08/SOTTXsJu1iI/AAAAAAAAAC4/rtIil36luBw/s1600-h/home_alone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zV2zkI3ER08/SOTTXsJu1iI/AAAAAAAAAC4/rtIil36luBw/s320/home_alone.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252555469363271202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This week I’ve spent most (like 90%) of my time at home. There are several reasons for this, firstly my doctor recommended that I take it easy and not walk unless it was absolutely necessary because my knee is still painful and it needs time to rest and heal. Secondly, I don’t know anyone in Adelaide who I can just randomly chill with during the day, in the middle of the week. Lastly, I don’t know what there is to do in this place. But the time home alone has been painfully interesting…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot remember the last time I spent a week in near seclusion with nothing really to do (except for unpack, but that doesn’t count coz it’s so boring). I’m glad that it was only for this week and that next week the real estate course starts and it will be full stream head from there. However, I can say that when you are left with no one but yourself (and God) to chill with, you get to see the real you. The you that you don’t really want to see, (the) that is why you keep yourself busy, you. It’s pretty confrontational! Like I mentioned in my previous post, you are now face to face with your flaws and fears and there is nowhere to run. It’s like the movie Home Alone but instead of running away from and tricking robbers, you are the enemy. It reminds me of that popular secular quote, “You are your own worst enemy”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I needed this week! We need to be able to identify the issues within ourselves if we are ever going to be able to make steps to fix them before we try take on the rest of the world. If your life is always too busy and you can’t spend even a few hours by yourself (without TV, books, computers, etc) then you need that time. Maybe that is why we accept so many of the world’s social issues, we try to keep busy so that we have an excuse to ignore it or expect someone else to deal with it, yet we are so profoundly excellent at identifying them. Well another popular quote would be, “Charity begins at home”. How can we fix the world’s problems if we do not take care of our own first? My biblical reference is Luke 6:42, "Or how can you say to your brother, 'Brother, let me remove the speck that is in your eye,' when you yourself do not see the plank that is in your own eye? Hypocrite! First remove the plank from your own eye, and then you will see clearly to remove the speck that is in your brother's eye.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week for me has helped me identify the planks that are in my eyes (so to speak) so that I can better see the rest of the world (call it 20/20 vision). It’s so easy to see all the specks that are out there and ignore our planks. What is the speck or plank that you have lodged in your eye? Who are you when you all by yourself and cannot hide behind your friendships, personality or your vocation? If you are always looking out and noticing the problems of the world and don’t want to look at the own state of your heart, then what you are doing is in vain! I’m learning and we all should learn to spend time with ourselves, catch the thoughts that go through our heads, the attitudes that we ascribe to, the prejudices we justify. Is this who you want to be??? If you are happy then there is no need to read on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some reflection, if this is not who you want to be, then there is only one sure solution! If you are a Christian, you should turn away from (repent) of those attitudes and thoughts. Ask Jesus for forgiveness and ask Him to renew your heart and mind! If you are not a Christian (or you call yourself one but do not really love Jesus) you are probably sick and tired of the person you really are behind closed doors, when you are home alone. Jesus can change you. Most importantly, you cannot change yourself! It is our sin (i.e., selfish living, etc) that separates us from Him, which according to the bible (Romans 6:23) leads to our death, both physical and spiritual (eternal) death. He can remove your heart of stone and give you a heart of flesh (Ezekiel 36:26). Jesus is God, He came to earth born of the virgin Mary, lived a perfect life that we cannot live and was murdered (crucified) by us, for all our sins (including our bad attitudes), and died the death that we should die. Because He was perfect (lived a perfect life without sin), death couldn’t hold Him so He raised up on the third day, defeating sin and death for us, forever! That is the good news of the love of Jesus! It is a free gift from God open to ANYONE who receives it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus can change you! I am a prime example of God’s mercy and forgiveness. I am far from being perfect as I saw clearly this week but I know I am totally different to the person I was 3 years ago! It’s a process and I would not change this for anything! The fulfilment I get from God by far surpasses all the cheap thrills I used to run to years ago! Now I can do a week home alone, 3 years ago I couldn't do 3 hours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7614431258730171034-7284808220501897118?l=ndumi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndumi.blogspot.com/feeds/7284808220501897118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7614431258730171034&amp;postID=7284808220501897118&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614431258730171034/posts/default/7284808220501897118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614431258730171034/posts/default/7284808220501897118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndumi.blogspot.com/2008/10/home-alone.html' title='Home Alone'/><author><name>Ndumiso M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17909245825120769809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zV2zkI3ER08/SRGQmFmXKHI/AAAAAAAAADU/IrKycxmMUC8/S220/Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zV2zkI3ER08/SOTTXsJu1iI/AAAAAAAAAC4/rtIil36luBw/s72-c/home_alone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7614431258730171034.post-2867706414292944794</id><published>2008-09-22T18:26:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T18:45:52.576+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experiences'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='who am i?'/><title type='text'>Coming To Adelaide</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zV2zkI3ER08/SNdZdJxhAGI/AAAAAAAAACw/4os6z219eBA/s1600-h/comingToAmerica.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zV2zkI3ER08/SNdZdJxhAGI/AAAAAAAAACw/4os6z219eBA/s320/comingToAmerica.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248762248098283618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !mso]&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:38481807-CA0E-42D2-BF39-B33AF135CC4D" id="ieooui"&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;style&gt; st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) } &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0cm; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} span.diccolor 	{mso-style-name:diccolor;} @page Section1 	{size:612.0pt 792.0pt; 	margin:72.0pt 90.0pt 72.0pt 90.0pt; 	mso-header-margin:36.0pt; 	mso-footer-margin:36.0pt; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0cm; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-AU"&gt;Hello everyone! I’m back, at least back in the blogging scene. For those that don’t know I have moved to &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Adelaide&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;. This move has been brought about by my visa requirements that needed me to leave &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Melbourne&lt;/st1:city&gt; and come to &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Adelaide&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;. It has taken me a while to understand that God had the final say in this move, this move did not surprise God and it doesn’t affect the plan He has for my life, it is the plan!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here I am… Still a bit spiritually and emotionally confused and disoriented. It feels like a dream that won’t end and in all honesty I feel like a stranger in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Moscow&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; (like MJ) and I want to go home. On the other hand I feel like this is my training ground. When I drove into town I felt (for lack of a better word) sedate and anxiously peaceful.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel God has lead me to this point to teach me something wouldn’t have learnt if I was in my familiar or comfortable environment. When you look in the Bible, many a man had to spend time in the “wilderness”. &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Adelaide&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; is a beautiful city and I wouldn’t want anyone to think it’s a bad place (it may be boring but it’s not bad). But many a man in the Bible had to go through an uncomfortable season in order to grow into the person that God wanted them to be and to accomplish the destiny God set in front of them. David, Joseph, the apostle Paul, Moses and even Jesus are just a few of the examples of men that have had to go through a wilderness period in order to grow. In all honesty, I see that I need to grow! I need to get deeper with Jesus! When I look at myself right now I see so many things that need to be cut out of my life so many flaws that I know I need to get rid of now, rather than later!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my attitude is slowly becoming one of conquest, conquering my fears and conquering this city! I know God is a good and loving God and as such, I believe that there is a blessing for me here and even though I don’t know what it is I will seek it by seeking God with all my heart!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"   lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea how long I will be here, I don’t know what it is I have to do here but I’m here! It’s an adventure, a tressure hunt, a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" class="diccolor" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;reconnaissance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"   lang="EN-AU"&gt;mission, its exciting. All I can say is be careful &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Adelaide&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; here I come!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7614431258730171034-2867706414292944794?l=ndumi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndumi.blogspot.com/feeds/2867706414292944794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7614431258730171034&amp;postID=2867706414292944794&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614431258730171034/posts/default/2867706414292944794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614431258730171034/posts/default/2867706414292944794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndumi.blogspot.com/2008/09/coming-to-adelaide.html' title='Coming To Adelaide'/><author><name>Ndumiso M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17909245825120769809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zV2zkI3ER08/SRGQmFmXKHI/AAAAAAAAADU/IrKycxmMUC8/S220/Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zV2zkI3ER08/SNdZdJxhAGI/AAAAAAAAACw/4os6z219eBA/s72-c/comingToAmerica.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7614431258730171034.post-5052081033188447485</id><published>2008-05-24T01:17:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T01:32:50.878+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experiences'/><title type='text'>African Spirit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zV2zkI3ER08/SDbgiV-4NUI/AAAAAAAAAB8/qQ-CfSpCuC8/s1600-h/African+Spirit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zV2zkI3ER08/SDbgiV-4NUI/AAAAAAAAAB8/qQ-CfSpCuC8/s320/African+Spirit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203593300094235970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-AU"&gt;Last week I had the honour and privilege to go and see the Soweto Gospel Choir perform live at the Robert Blackwood Concert Hall at &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Monash&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;University&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;, Clayton Campus here in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Melbourne&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-AU"&gt;A week later and all I can say is “WOW!” The name of this tour and album are a true reflection of what you will experience, the African Spirit… Sitting in that concert hall, I forgot where I was. For a few hours, I felt like I was back at home! Back in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Zimbabwe&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. I had almost forgotten what the African Spirit felt like. I connected with God in a unique way as the music, dance and culture saturated my soul and spirit. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;The music was divine and I found myself singing along to songs that I knew and loved as well as being touched by the new songs! The sound was angelic and even if you didn’t understand what they were saying, the message definitely came across through the spirit in the music. It was authentically African with no apologies, drawing tears from my eyes as I realised how much I love and miss Africa. The African flavour cannot be duplicated or matched, the life that is in it is just incomparable.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-AU"&gt;What is the African Spirit? For fear of doing it injustice I will just briefly give a few of my insights. I believe the African Spirit is rejoicing even when circumstance does not give reason to rejoice, it is finding beauty in spite of surrounding ugliness, it is unity and a hope for peace and love. I believe the African Spirit is passionate, intricate and strong and has an unsearchable depth to it! I would even go as far as to, cautiously, say that the African Spirit is a unique impartation or manifestation of the Holy Spirit of God!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-AU"&gt;The Soweto Gospel Choir made me proud to be African. They made me embrace my heritage and see hope for the continent that has been written off my most of the world! I have not written off &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Africa&lt;/st1:place&gt;! I have a dream to see it unified through the Holy Spirit. I pray God will include me in the spiritual revival that will take place in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Africa&lt;/st1:place&gt;. The songs of the Soweto Gospel Choir are prophetic and speak to this generation and the ones to come!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7614431258730171034-5052081033188447485?l=ndumi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndumi.blogspot.com/feeds/5052081033188447485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7614431258730171034&amp;postID=5052081033188447485&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614431258730171034/posts/default/5052081033188447485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614431258730171034/posts/default/5052081033188447485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndumi.blogspot.com/2008/05/african-spirit.html' title='African Spirit'/><author><name>Ndumiso M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17909245825120769809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zV2zkI3ER08/SRGQmFmXKHI/AAAAAAAAADU/IrKycxmMUC8/S220/Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zV2zkI3ER08/SDbgiV-4NUI/AAAAAAAAAB8/qQ-CfSpCuC8/s72-c/African+Spirit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7614431258730171034.post-813602843265295336</id><published>2008-05-13T20:19:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T01:32:51.088+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Yesterday, Today &amp; Tomorrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zV2zkI3ER08/SCluXN93TNI/AAAAAAAAAB0/4J8MPDCARj4/s1600-h/future.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zV2zkI3ER08/SCluXN93TNI/AAAAAAAAAB0/4J8MPDCARj4/s200/future.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199808589941132498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Isn&lt;/span&gt;’t it funny how uncertain life is, often you look back and you wonder how you ever got to where you are. The funny thing is that most of the time we never see things coming. At the beginning of this year, while everyone around me was making New Year’s resolutions I sat back thinking how is life going to surprise me this year. My gosh, this year (so far) has been nothing as I expected it to be and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; sure there are plenty of surprises on the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I look back at last year, it was a year that was riddled with many happy and sad moments that took me by surprise. We have to realise that things in life are always changing, friends come and go, happy and hard times come and go, things that initially bring you joy become a source of pain and situations that once comforted you make you writhe with unease. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-AU"&gt;Therefore, as I look into the future I wonder what tomorrow brings. Part of it scares me as disappointment is always around the corner, and guess what? You'll never see it coming! One thing realised is that breakthrough is right around the corner too. The only thing that keeps me going is knowing that even though things are always changing, God will always be the same. God is the same yesterday, today and tomorrow! Knowing that God is always for me and that His love is unconditional and never changing. Knowing that Jesus has a plan for my life that includes all the hiccups, highs and lows keeps me on top and optimistic. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as change comes, all I can say is “Bring it on!” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7614431258730171034-813602843265295336?l=ndumi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndumi.blogspot.com/feeds/813602843265295336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7614431258730171034&amp;postID=813602843265295336&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614431258730171034/posts/default/813602843265295336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614431258730171034/posts/default/813602843265295336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndumi.blogspot.com/2008/05/yesterday-today-tomorrow.html' title='Yesterday, Today &amp; Tomorrow'/><author><name>Ndumiso M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17909245825120769809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zV2zkI3ER08/SRGQmFmXKHI/AAAAAAAAADU/IrKycxmMUC8/S220/Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zV2zkI3ER08/SCluXN93TNI/AAAAAAAAAB0/4J8MPDCARj4/s72-c/future.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7614431258730171034.post-2611205046941100119</id><published>2007-08-28T19:36:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T01:32:51.329+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Obedience or Mere Excellence?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zV2zkI3ER08/RtPvWwlQcII/AAAAAAAAABk/vRyNoVBgKwY/s1600-h/BookEveryMansBattle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zV2zkI3ER08/RtPvWwlQcII/AAAAAAAAABk/vRyNoVBgKwY/s400/BookEveryMansBattle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103685977018232962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been reading "Everyman's Battle" by Arterburn &amp; Stoeker, which is a great book that focuses on the battle that men go through to acheive and maintain sexual purity. I came across a passage that I found really profound. While this passage focuses on sexual purity, the principal can be applied in all areas of our Christian walk! Have a read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we find it so easy to mix our standards of sexual sin and so difficult to firmly commit to true purity?&lt;br /&gt;    Because we're used to it. We easily tolerate mixed standards of sexual purity because we tolerate mixed standards in most other areas of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excellence or Obedience?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question: What's your aim in life - excellence or obedience?&lt;br /&gt;    What's the difference? To aim for obedience is to aim for perfection, not for "excellence", which is actually something less.&lt;br /&gt;    "Wait a minute!" you reply. "I thought excellence and perfection were the same thing."&lt;br /&gt;    Sometimes they appear to be. But mere excellence allows room for a mixture. In most arenas, excellence is not a fixed standard at all. It's a mixed standard.&lt;br /&gt;    Let us show you what we mean. American businesses are in search of excellence. They could be in search of perfection - of course - perfect products, perfect service - but perfection is too costly and eats into profits. Rather than be perfect, businesses know it's enough to seem perfect to their customers. By stopping short of perfection, they find a profitable balance between quality and costs.&lt;br /&gt;    To find this balance, they often look to their peers to discover the "best practices" of their industry: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How far can we go and still seem perfect?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;By how far can we stop short? &lt;/span&gt;Businesses find it profitable to stop short at the middle ground of excellence because perfection costs too much.&lt;br /&gt;    But is it profitable for Christians to stop short at the middle ground of excellence where costs are low, balanced somewhere between paganism and obedience? Not at all! While in business it's profitable to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;seem&lt;/span&gt; perfect, in the spritual realm it's merely &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;comfortable&lt;/span&gt; to seem perfect. It is never profitable.&lt;br /&gt;    Clearly, excellence isn't the same as obedience or perfection. The search for excellence leaves us overwhelmingly vulnerable to snare after snare since it allows room for mixture. The search for obedience or perfection does not.&lt;br /&gt;    Excellence is a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mixed&lt;/span&gt; standard, while obedience is a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fixed&lt;/span&gt; standard. We want to shoot for the fixed standard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7614431258730171034-2611205046941100119?l=ndumi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndumi.blogspot.com/feeds/2611205046941100119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7614431258730171034&amp;postID=2611205046941100119&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614431258730171034/posts/default/2611205046941100119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614431258730171034/posts/default/2611205046941100119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndumi.blogspot.com/2007/08/obedience-or-mere-excellence.html' title='Obedience or Mere Excellence?'/><author><name>Ndumiso M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17909245825120769809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zV2zkI3ER08/SRGQmFmXKHI/AAAAAAAAADU/IrKycxmMUC8/S220/Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zV2zkI3ER08/RtPvWwlQcII/AAAAAAAAABk/vRyNoVBgKwY/s72-c/BookEveryMansBattle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7614431258730171034.post-405750861538229247</id><published>2007-08-07T20:33:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T01:32:51.688+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Don't Fade, Faders!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zV2zkI3ER08/RrhKz0ykCeI/AAAAAAAAABc/DIg23GDT2_o/s1600-h/fade+afri.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zV2zkI3ER08/RrhKz0ykCeI/AAAAAAAAABc/DIg23GDT2_o/s320/fade+afri.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095905232574220770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As most of you who know me would know about the word that is loved by a few and hated by many.... Fade! I feel that this word is greatly misunderstood and it is my responsibility to take you back to school on this topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fading is the verb, the noun is fader, and the adjective is fade. For example, "You are such a fader; your fading was done in true fade style".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, many people have different definitions of the word fade and I guess that is where the problem comes for those who are not well versed in the colloquial terms of the ebonic demographic.... So I'll help by giving you a general but not a totally exclusive definition of a fade. You have a fade when you have an expectation of a commitment and when that commitment is not fulfilled! The ambiguity arises in the definition of specific commitments as this is a very subjective parameter, as what maybe a commitment to one may not be a commitment to the next person but that person can is still qualified to be a fader. Fading is only judged by the person that used the word. For instance if someone calls you a fader because you have not fulfilled a commitment then you are a fader, whether or not you recognise that commitment or not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While this may be a difficult concept for many to grasp once you get it you will hold on to it and use it any opportunity you have (LOL)... what is the moral of this random story? Just get with it and learn. People fear what they don't understand and hate what they can't conquer. All you haters out there, unfortunately this term is not going to fade. And since you can't beat us join us! (LOL!!!!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7614431258730171034-405750861538229247?l=ndumi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndumi.blogspot.com/feeds/405750861538229247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7614431258730171034&amp;postID=405750861538229247&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614431258730171034/posts/default/405750861538229247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614431258730171034/posts/default/405750861538229247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndumi.blogspot.com/2007/08/as-most-of-you-who-know-me-would-know.html' title='Don&apos;t Fade, Faders!!!'/><author><name>Ndumiso M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17909245825120769809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zV2zkI3ER08/SRGQmFmXKHI/AAAAAAAAADU/IrKycxmMUC8/S220/Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zV2zkI3ER08/RrhKz0ykCeI/AAAAAAAAABc/DIg23GDT2_o/s72-c/fade+afri.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7614431258730171034.post-7248450854756552320</id><published>2007-08-01T17:29:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T18:07:40.236+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experiences'/><title type='text'>Tales of a Blessed Man</title><content type='html'>Long time no see.... It has been a while since I've visited the land of blog!!! What can I say? Lots had been happening in my life since I last posted.... I had my computer die and come back from the grave all by itself,  ran a 10 km race, went camping in the height of winter hiking 20 km through semi-raw wilderness, went ice skating for the first time, went salsa dancing, watched my first opera, saw a Motown show, had a return of a long lost friend, said goodbye to a few, struggled through a few things, laughed hard, had truck loads of revelations and found something really beautiful....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I'd like to tell all those stories right now I think I'll savour them and slowly, relive &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;some&lt;/span&gt; of these experiences again via my blog. All I can say is that I am truly alive and well! Enjoying life! Emersing myself in the blessing of living, of painting the portrait of my life and living it the way I want to remember it, continually on the search for something new! Seeing beauty in the mundane as well as the majestic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tales of a blessed man, coming soon....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7614431258730171034-7248450854756552320?l=ndumi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndumi.blogspot.com/feeds/7248450854756552320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7614431258730171034&amp;postID=7248450854756552320&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614431258730171034/posts/default/7248450854756552320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614431258730171034/posts/default/7248450854756552320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndumi.blogspot.com/2007/08/tales-of-blessed-man.html' title='Tales of a Blessed Man'/><author><name>Ndumiso M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17909245825120769809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zV2zkI3ER08/SRGQmFmXKHI/AAAAAAAAADU/IrKycxmMUC8/S220/Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7614431258730171034.post-4303314083689957477</id><published>2007-05-22T14:33:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T01:32:52.091+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Something SO Beautiful</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zV2zkI3ER08/RlJ0_bSYPLI/AAAAAAAAABI/J5pwC-eigg0/s1600-h/Fam+Visit+April+07+190.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zV2zkI3ER08/RlJ0_bSYPLI/AAAAAAAAABI/J5pwC-eigg0/s200/Fam+Visit+April+07+190.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067241163750653106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you been on the top of a hill early in the morning and had the view obstructed by the fog? You know that somewhere through that cloudiness there is a beautiful view, something spectacular waiting to be seen. Often that fog doesn’t disappear all at once, it clears slowly as the sun rises until it is all, eventually, revealed! God has cleared the fog from my view! Now all I see is something Beautiful!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7614431258730171034-4303314083689957477?l=ndumi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndumi.blogspot.com/feeds/4303314083689957477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7614431258730171034&amp;postID=4303314083689957477&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614431258730171034/posts/default/4303314083689957477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614431258730171034/posts/default/4303314083689957477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndumi.blogspot.com/2007/05/something-so-beautiful.html' title='Something SO Beautiful'/><author><name>Ndumiso M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17909245825120769809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zV2zkI3ER08/SRGQmFmXKHI/AAAAAAAAADU/IrKycxmMUC8/S220/Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zV2zkI3ER08/RlJ0_bSYPLI/AAAAAAAAABI/J5pwC-eigg0/s72-c/Fam+Visit+April+07+190.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7614431258730171034.post-3975132648376124954</id><published>2007-05-01T19:10:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T01:32:52.323+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experiences'/><title type='text'>All This For A Piece of Paper</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zV2zkI3ER08/RjcIyFoufSI/AAAAAAAAABA/rFdUvxOEeVk/s1600-h/degree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zV2zkI3ER08/RjcIyFoufSI/AAAAAAAAABA/rFdUvxOEeVk/s320/degree.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059522362973519138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-AU"&gt;I am not one to go against the value of a good education but recently I had been thinking about what the point is of getting an education, and more specifically a university degree. It is weird how society puts such a high value on a piece of paper that you get after years of hard work and toil! As some of you might, or might not know, I graduated on the 17&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; of April. And while I was very happy to be finally walking on stage to receive a piece of paper (that probably cost the university 20 cents to make) wearing ridiculous robes and a totally impractical hat, I couldn’t help but ask myself if this was worth the 20000 plus grand spent.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I really battled myself over this one… As most of you know, I’ve been now working in my first graduate job for about two months now and I have to say everyday I have been learning something new. The sad thing is I use very little of the knowledge I learnt from uni. So I have to wonder what the point is if I could have come straight from high school into my current position and just learnt on the job from there. Is there a need for people with degrees and does the fact that you have a degree make you a better option than someone without one?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Well… I have to admit that a degree is no way to judge someone in terms of ability and suitability, for some jobs. Meanwhile having a degree is a powerful tool. While the knowledge you gain from uni may or may not help you in your future career it is still invaluable. You see, the thing I learnt about university is that it is not so much about all the knowledge you acquire but, it is about how you think. Universities breed thinkers, people willing to challenge status quo. University is not there to fill your mind with other people’s options but rather teach you to develop your own. Not only through lectures and tutorials but through intellectual interaction with your peers.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;This is what I valued about uni. All the different people I met from different culture, nations, religions and backgrounds. That is something many people who didn’t go to uni didn’t get the pleasure of experiencing because many get caught up in their small worlds and never venture out from there. University life is a world of its own where different worlds clash and seamlessly blend into one. Uni is more than assignments, tests, lectures, exams and holidays, it’s a learning and growing experience! I guess if you ask me now, in retrospect, whether I thought uni was worth it, I’d probably simply say, “It was the best time of my life!”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-d3.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=216172782121033939&amp;amp;site=widget-d3.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:400px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?ad=0&amp;amp;tt=28&amp;amp;sk=0&amp;amp;cy=bb&amp;amp;th=0&amp;amp;id=216172782121033939&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-d3.slide.com/p1/216172782121033939/bb_t028_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?ad=0&amp;amp;tt=28&amp;amp;sk=0&amp;amp;cy=bb&amp;amp;th=0&amp;amp;id=216172782121033939&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-d3.slide.com/p2/216172782121033939/bb_t028_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7614431258730171034-3975132648376124954?l=ndumi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndumi.blogspot.com/feeds/3975132648376124954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7614431258730171034&amp;postID=3975132648376124954&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614431258730171034/posts/default/3975132648376124954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614431258730171034/posts/default/3975132648376124954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndumi.blogspot.com/2007/05/all-this-for-piece-of-paper.html' title='All This For A Piece of Paper'/><author><name>Ndumiso M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17909245825120769809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zV2zkI3ER08/SRGQmFmXKHI/AAAAAAAAADU/IrKycxmMUC8/S220/Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zV2zkI3ER08/RjcIyFoufSI/AAAAAAAAABA/rFdUvxOEeVk/s72-c/degree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7614431258730171034.post-1526608251822398644</id><published>2007-04-25T22:48:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T01:32:52.604+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experiences'/><title type='text'>Drive on the Left, in Australia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zV2zkI3ER08/Ri9YaVoufRI/AAAAAAAAAA4/K7_Hnb7CPis/s1600-h/Fam+Visit+April+07+171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zV2zkI3ER08/Ri9YaVoufRI/AAAAAAAAAA4/K7_Hnb7CPis/s320/Fam+Visit+April+07+171.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057358116068162834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-AU"&gt;I’ve had the pleasure of having my family over in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Australia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; for the last 2 weeks, for my graduation. It was their first visit to &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Australia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; and I have to say, I had one of the best times of my life. While we didn’t do really exciting and adventurous things it was a really surreal and mind blowing experience. This trip I can say was an eye opener for me. I hadn’t seen my parents and brother for about a year and half so even though we had kept in contact for that time we still had a lot of catching up to do.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-AU"&gt;For the first time we were a complete family again staying under the same roof, under the wing of my father. While he was still the boss, he was in my territory. This really affected the family dynamic in a weird way because I was leading the family. I decided what we did and when and how! A total paradigm shift! At the end of it I guess my dad and I left with a new level of respect for each other. I respect him because I know how difficult and scary it is to run a family and he respects me because of the way I lead and the person I have become, who is so different to the person that they last saw! For me that was my biggest breakthrough I had over the short time we spent together. I thank God for that time!!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Apart from that we all had a really good opportunity to let our hair down! I honestly felt I was on holiday with them. Totally got to see a different side to Melbourne, a side you don’t see when you are caught up in the day to day things of life. For instance, I actually leisurely enjoyed a tram ride! Yeah I did! How weird!?! Not having a timetable and a place to be felt so… uncomfortable, at first, but liberating at the end. We walked the streets and saw the beauty of it, laughed the whole way through doing groceries at Safeway and actually talked to each other while we were in elevators with other people! LOL!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;It was an experience I would not trade for anything!!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-74.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="site=widget-74.slide.com&amp;channel=216172782120738676&amp;amp;cy=be&amp;il=1" name="flashticker" align="center" height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width: 400px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?ad=1&amp;tt=14&amp;amp;sk=13&amp;cy=be&amp;amp;amp;th=0&amp;id=216172782120738676&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-74.slide.com/p1/216172782120738676/be_t014_v000_a001_f00/images/xslide1.gif" ismap="ismap" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?ad=1&amp;tt=14&amp;amp;sk=13&amp;cy=be&amp;amp;amp;th=0&amp;id=216172782120738676&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-74.slide.com/p2/216172782120738676/be_t014_v000_a001_f00/images/xslide2.gif" ismap="ismap" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7614431258730171034-1526608251822398644?l=ndumi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndumi.blogspot.com/feeds/1526608251822398644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7614431258730171034&amp;postID=1526608251822398644&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614431258730171034/posts/default/1526608251822398644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614431258730171034/posts/default/1526608251822398644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndumi.blogspot.com/2007/04/drive-on-left-in-australia.html' title='Drive on the Left, in Australia'/><author><name>Ndumiso M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17909245825120769809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zV2zkI3ER08/SRGQmFmXKHI/AAAAAAAAADU/IrKycxmMUC8/S220/Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zV2zkI3ER08/Ri9YaVoufRI/AAAAAAAAAA4/K7_Hnb7CPis/s72-c/Fam+Visit+April+07+171.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7614431258730171034.post-2231891528433356611</id><published>2007-03-16T19:40:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T01:32:52.736+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Dad!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zV2zkI3ER08/RiLEtOY3ORI/AAAAAAAAAAw/8EC6f1tKBu0/s1600-h/Father+%26+Son.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zV2zkI3ER08/RiLEtOY3ORI/AAAAAAAAAAw/8EC6f1tKBu0/s400/Father+%26+Son.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053818013098653970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-AU"&gt;This is a tribute to the greatest man in my life. I just want to say happy birthday to my dad. Chances are he will never read this post but that is not what matters. I just want to thank God that he placed me in the exact family that I’m in!!! The things I’ve learnt from my dad have definitely helped build me to the person I am today. He is more than just a provider, he is my spiritual leader, my counsellor and now (that I’m older) a friend! Dad I love you and I look forward to seeing our relationship grow as I grow and as your wisdom increases.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7614431258730171034-2231891528433356611?l=ndumi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndumi.blogspot.com/feeds/2231891528433356611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7614431258730171034&amp;postID=2231891528433356611&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614431258730171034/posts/default/2231891528433356611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614431258730171034/posts/default/2231891528433356611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndumi.blogspot.com/2007/03/happy-birthday-dad.html' title='Happy Birthday Dad!!!'/><author><name>Ndumiso M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17909245825120769809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zV2zkI3ER08/SRGQmFmXKHI/AAAAAAAAADU/IrKycxmMUC8/S220/Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zV2zkI3ER08/RiLEtOY3ORI/AAAAAAAAAAw/8EC6f1tKBu0/s72-c/Father+%26+Son.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7614431258730171034.post-6821502482496135872</id><published>2007-03-13T18:40:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T01:32:52.973+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experiences'/><title type='text'>Always On Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zV2zkI3ER08/RfZW3beRNuI/AAAAAAAAAAk/eFfnSniMLfw/s1600-h/atomic-clock-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041312343155357410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zV2zkI3ER08/RfZW3beRNuI/AAAAAAAAAAk/eFfnSniMLfw/s320/atomic-clock-02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Always there when I call, Always on Time…” These lyrics have been on my mind, on loop, for the few past weeks. While the rest of the lyrics of the song are utterly useless and should not be given the light of day, there is great wealth in those 8 words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my last blog, I was in the unfortunate position of being one of the 4.5% in Australia who are unemployed. Well I’m glad to officially announce that this is no longer the case. In fact, I have been working for the past three weeks. In fact so great is my testimony that literally the day after that blog God started the sequence of events that would find my situation totally turned around in a matter of four days…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow… Where to begin? Well let’s try the beginning. On Monday I got a call asking me to come for an interview… I won’t lie I was shocked! It was gonna be my first interview (that I hadn’t turned down) for an actual 9 to 5. I was shaken and didn’t know what I was gonna do, after spending so long unemployed I had gotten comfortable and really wasn’t excited about the whole thing. But I had to get my mind right! Realise that the chilling life can never be forever. Anywhooo… Tuesday I went to the interview. Trust. I hadn’t prepared! I didn’t know a thing about the company, which for those planning to go for an interview, is really bad. When they asked me what I knew about the company I had to admit my folly. They were not impressed. Unfortunately that is not the only thing I messed up… The list is endless. To my knowledge the guys hated me. I left that interview laughing at myself and at my really poor performance. I was thankful though that I had at least gotten one interview and that things would be different in the next interview I went to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where I have to say that God’s strength really is made perfect in weakness, because on Wednesday morning I get a call from the same company asking me for a second interview… LOL! I was so shocked but I realised that God had sent me this job! And as such I didn’t want to make the same mistake twice. So I went to uni got my resume looked over, got interview tips, even watched some 30 minute video on interviews, then I went to the website and actually looked up the company. I was good to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday comes and I’m at the second interview. It went so well. I opened up and let them see who I really was. I could feel the presence of God in my interview. I had no complaints the second time around. Went home afterwards changed and went the boys’ house (HQ). Three hours later they rang and let me know that I had the job and that I’d be starting on Monday with &lt;a href="http://www.sga.net.au"&gt;SunGard Australia&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now when I say God is always on time, He is! I was so down from being unemployed and I was starting to fade! Then just before breaking point comes relief! God really answers prayer because I (along with Nyasha Mushambi items [thank you Nyash, Got mad love for you!]) had been praying for God to get me a job by the end of the month. I started work on the 26th of February, 2 days before the end of the month. On top of that all I needed was one interview! One shot, one kill! God didn’t send me through a string of interviews one after another. And wait there is more, I work 15 minutes from where I live! Wow! God didn’t hold back with the blessing! Not one bit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys if you trust in the Lord, he will make your paths straight and Jesus says that He is the light! Your path may start all crooked and dark and you don’t know where you are going and can’t see two steps ahead of yourself, then He comes and straightens the item, clears the path where nothing can get into your way, suddenly the darkness is clear as day. Not even your own flaws or stupid actions, like not preparing for the interview can stop the plan once the ball is rolling! What I mighty God I serve! I word of encouragement. He’s ALWAYS there when you call and He is ALWAYS on time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7614431258730171034-6821502482496135872?l=ndumi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndumi.blogspot.com/feeds/6821502482496135872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7614431258730171034&amp;postID=6821502482496135872&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614431258730171034/posts/default/6821502482496135872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614431258730171034/posts/default/6821502482496135872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndumi.blogspot.com/2007/03/always-on-time.html' title='Always On Time'/><author><name>Ndumiso M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17909245825120769809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zV2zkI3ER08/SRGQmFmXKHI/AAAAAAAAADU/IrKycxmMUC8/S220/Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zV2zkI3ER08/RfZW3beRNuI/AAAAAAAAAAk/eFfnSniMLfw/s72-c/atomic-clock-02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7614431258730171034.post-357293957028365711</id><published>2007-02-19T00:43:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T00:49:55.632+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='who am i?'/><title type='text'>Unemployed</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-AU"&gt;I’ve been currently unemployed for almost three months; while it has had its ups it has definitely has had its downs! This has been a very difficult time, as each day that passes and I haven’t gotten a call from any prospective employers the smaller the light at the end of the tunnel gets. This situation ties in with my previous post about waiting! I can’t believe how painful it is to wait, it’s like, every day that passes seems to chip away at my block of hope! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-AU"&gt;It has been a really trying time! But as usual, I know that God has me in the palm of His hand! It’s funny that when God has a message for you, that you will get it no matter what! During this season of my life, the message I kept getting was the one of Joseph! The dude had it rough! His brothers sold him into slavery, he got thrown into jail for a crime he didn’t commit, but he never let go of God! He never once gave up and decided he could do it on his own. For a while I was battling, wondering why I was going thru what I'm going thru and what God was try to tell me about this and how this Joseph gwan relates to me. I haven’t been thru nearly as much as young Joseph had but I was in a difficult place!&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-AU"&gt;My revelation is dreams… Yeah dreams. God plants your dreams in your heart and it’s up to you to pursue it! And, if you are truly with God then he will guide your steps! God will direct you from where you are to where you need to be. So like Joseph he had to go thru some super tough times in order to reach his “promised land”. Wow! So as I’ve been discouraged lately I know that as long as I’m doing every thing in my power to change my situation then all that is left is for me to wait on the Lord! Wait in Him! I cannot see the big picture at the moment but I know that the cogs are turning in the machine that will bring my dreams, which God planted into my heart, to a reality! Break through, Coming Soon....&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7614431258730171034-357293957028365711?l=ndumi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndumi.blogspot.com/feeds/357293957028365711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7614431258730171034&amp;postID=357293957028365711&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614431258730171034/posts/default/357293957028365711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614431258730171034/posts/default/357293957028365711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndumi.blogspot.com/2007/02/unemployed.html' title='Unemployed'/><author><name>Ndumiso M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17909245825120769809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zV2zkI3ER08/SRGQmFmXKHI/AAAAAAAAADU/IrKycxmMUC8/S220/Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7614431258730171034.post-2420352965323603106</id><published>2007-02-06T18:38:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T18:52:54.275+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='who am i?'/><title type='text'>The realisation that life is just gangsta! (MY Pursuit of Happiness)</title><content type='html'>Everyone, I have just realised that life is just not fair! Yeah, I know what you are all thinking! Why did it take me so long to realise that! Why does life have you wait…. Wait for everything!!! I know that good things come to those who wait and that you appreciate everything that you wait for but…. Please, the wait is just so long and so painful! The worst part is when you wait when the returns of your wait are very uncertain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eish… Anticipation is one of the worst feelings in the world! It leads you to do things before the time is right which in turn spoils the surprise and you miss out on what would have been the best present in the world! It is human nature to want to know what the surprise is but then be disappointed once the present has been opened ahead of time. You feel like you have been waiting in vain and that the present wasn’t that great after all or you realise how special the present is and wish you has waited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does it take to be happy? To try open the present before its time and be disappointed or to wait for the right time and be disappointed then, or lastly, to find happiness after the wait? Those are the only possible outcomes! As much as the dilemma seems unbearable there only happens to be one option! Wait! Rather wait trusting that the present was worth the wait than open the present ahead of time and end up spoiling the surprise!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7614431258730171034-2420352965323603106?l=ndumi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndumi.blogspot.com/feeds/2420352965323603106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7614431258730171034&amp;postID=2420352965323603106&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614431258730171034/posts/default/2420352965323603106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614431258730171034/posts/default/2420352965323603106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndumi.blogspot.com/2007/02/realisation-that-life-is-just-gangsta.html' title='The realisation that life is just gangsta! (MY Pursuit of Happiness)'/><author><name>Ndumiso M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17909245825120769809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zV2zkI3ER08/SRGQmFmXKHI/AAAAAAAAADU/IrKycxmMUC8/S220/Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7614431258730171034.post-3261340661381596332</id><published>2007-01-17T18:48:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T19:34:26.884+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>See Ya Champ!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-eb.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="site=widget-eb.slide.com&amp;channel=216172782116417771&amp;amp;cy=be&amp;il=1" name="flashticker" align="center" height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 400px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?tt=1&amp;cy=be&amp;amp;ad=1&amp;id=216172782116417771&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-eb.slide.com/p1/216172782116417771/be_t001_v000_a001_f00/images/xslide1.gif" ismap="ismap" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?tt=1&amp;cy=be&amp;amp;ad=1&amp;id=216172782116417771&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-eb.slide.com/p2/216172782116417771/be_t001_v000_a001_f00/images/xslide2.gif" ismap="ismap" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This happens to be the season for people coming and going. Now it's time to (temporarily) say goodbye to Fungai. Wow it's weird to think that he is gonna be gone for six months. One topic of conversation before he left was about change and how things would have changed when he returns. Well, its sad and exciting for change to happen when you are away. It's sad because you are not directly involved in the change but it's excitng because it's good to return and see how people have grown and changed. Well, Fungai bra, many things might change when you are away but the love will always remain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure I speak for everyone when I say I wish you all the best in South Africa! I know you will do yourself and us, all your friends and family, proud! In God We Trust!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7614431258730171034-3261340661381596332?l=ndumi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndumi.blogspot.com/feeds/3261340661381596332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7614431258730171034&amp;postID=3261340661381596332&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614431258730171034/posts/default/3261340661381596332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614431258730171034/posts/default/3261340661381596332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndumi.blogspot.com/2007/01/see-ya-champ.html' title='See Ya Champ!'/><author><name>Ndumiso M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17909245825120769809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zV2zkI3ER08/SRGQmFmXKHI/AAAAAAAAADU/IrKycxmMUC8/S220/Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7614431258730171034.post-4261390505696350919</id><published>2007-01-16T11:23:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T12:09:43.037+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experiences'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>Aami Classic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-60.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=216172782116366176&amp;amp;site=widget-60.slide.com" width="350" height="262" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:350px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?tt=12&amp;amp;cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=1&amp;amp;id=216172782116366176&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-60.slide.com/p1/216172782116366176/bb_t012_v000_a001_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?tt=12&amp;amp;cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=1&amp;amp;id=216172782116366176&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-60.slide.com/p2/216172782116366176/bb_t012_v000_a001_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend I did something that I've never done before... I watched tennis. Not only did I watch tennis. I watched it live. It was truly an awesome experience coz I also got the opportunity to see the best of the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicole blessed us; Keira, Simba, Fungai, Mufaro and I with free tickets. Her dad works at the club where the tournament was held. But not only were we blessed with free tickets but we has excellent seats. I think they are called court side seats. We watched two matches because it was the finals, the first one was Safin against Murray. Murray won that one, then we watched Federer battle Roddick! Wow! For someone who knows nothing about tennis I was totally rapped up in the game! Unfortunately Federer lost after I got a tip from a friend that he was the horse to bet on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was one of the best days I've had in a while! Thank you Nicole!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0gwgBYzIckU"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0gwgBYzIckU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7614431258730171034-4261390505696350919?l=ndumi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndumi.blogspot.com/feeds/4261390505696350919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7614431258730171034&amp;postID=4261390505696350919&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614431258730171034/posts/default/4261390505696350919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614431258730171034/posts/default/4261390505696350919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndumi.blogspot.com/2007/01/aami-classic_16.html' title='Aami Classic'/><author><name>Ndumiso M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17909245825120769809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zV2zkI3ER08/SRGQmFmXKHI/AAAAAAAAADU/IrKycxmMUC8/S220/Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7614431258730171034.post-6590945676963931118</id><published>2007-01-10T12:39:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T13:34:33.658+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='who am i?'/><title type='text'>Thank You, 2006</title><content type='html'>Thank You Lord Jesus for 2006! It was truly Your year! You revealed yourself to me in such a powerful way that has left me changed forever! I praise You Lord for forgiving me for my rebellion and believing I can live life my way with You on the passenger side and not the driver. Thank you for your love and grace that I've felt totally surround me this past year! Thank You for providing for all my needs and always coming through when I most needed it, not only physically but emotinally and spiritually too! Thank You for all the advise You have given me, mostly through Your Word that is living!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You for my family and friends that I have made in 2006, knowing that You are a relational God and that you are the one who has blessed me with these relationships, in order to fulfill Your plan. I appreciate them and value the influence that they had and will have in my life. Thank You for growth that has taken place in 2006 where now in 2007 I can look back and say that I really don't know that person that I used to be. Thank You for my body Lord, knowing that without you I would not have had the strength to lose 20 kilos and get closer to the totally perfect life You want for me! Thank You for the degree that You have blessed me with. It was a long road and i know that without You on my side and continuously quoting Jeremiah 33:3, things could have easily ended differently. You desearve all the praise because You are faithful to all Your servants!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You Lord for all the things you have done for me behind the scenes. All the things that You have done without me even knowing! I know Your ways are mysterious and I thank You for having every single detail completlely coverved even the things I consider mundane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus thank You for 2007. I believe that this year will be bigger and better! I know that You will continue to do the thing you do that always sees Your plan come through! I pray that You may continue to guide me and bless me. I pray that Your wisdom and love will be my light! I pray that You may always be the centre of my life and that I may never go back to doing things in my own strength. Bless me with humility especially with all the great things that will happen this year. I will continue to praise Your name for who You are!!!&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7614431258730171034-6590945676963931118?l=ndumi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndumi.blogspot.com/feeds/6590945676963931118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7614431258730171034&amp;postID=6590945676963931118&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614431258730171034/posts/default/6590945676963931118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614431258730171034/posts/default/6590945676963931118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndumi.blogspot.com/2007/01/thank-you-2006.html' title='Thank You, 2006'/><author><name>Ndumiso M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17909245825120769809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zV2zkI3ER08/SRGQmFmXKHI/AAAAAAAAADU/IrKycxmMUC8/S220/Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7614431258730171034.post-495291030198372074</id><published>2006-12-28T17:17:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T01:32:53.196+11:00</updated><title type='text'>21 Gunn Salute</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zV2zkI3ER08/RZNkUEaQ1WI/AAAAAAAAAAY/NgLEw32CBKg/s1600-h/The+Don.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zV2zkI3ER08/RZNkUEaQ1WI/AAAAAAAAAAY/NgLEw32CBKg/s320/The+Don.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013461106137552226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a shout out to Captain Gunns, Captain of the C.S.U, The Don, the original C.P. himself… I had the honour of bidding him farewell at the airport a few hours ago, what can I say? It was a very sad moment to see a true soldier go. But as I gave the Captain one last salute I couldn’t help but smile, knowing that this is not a goodbye but rather, see you soon!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is so much I’ve learnt from this man and it ain’t even funny! The funny thing is that he probably doesn’t even realise the impact he has had on my life! Thank you bra! Personally I’ve just lost a good ally but the world had gained something much greater!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mmilidzi guy, God has truly blessed you! To top that you are one of the few people that I can confidently say that they are living and walking the path that the Lord had given them! You are an inspiration to me and to many others! I can’t wait to see what is coming next! Come thru Guy!!! The ribs are better in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Africa&lt;/st1:place&gt;! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;God Speed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7614431258730171034-495291030198372074?l=ndumi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndumi.blogspot.com/feeds/495291030198372074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7614431258730171034&amp;postID=495291030198372074&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614431258730171034/posts/default/495291030198372074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614431258730171034/posts/default/495291030198372074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndumi.blogspot.com/2006/12/this-is-shout-out-to-captain-gunns.html' title='21 Gunn Salute'/><author><name>Ndumiso M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17909245825120769809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zV2zkI3ER08/SRGQmFmXKHI/AAAAAAAAADU/IrKycxmMUC8/S220/Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zV2zkI3ER08/RZNkUEaQ1WI/AAAAAAAAAAY/NgLEw32CBKg/s72-c/The+Don.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7614431258730171034.post-742943980633482553</id><published>2006-12-22T17:40:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T18:03:45.503+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Jet Lagged</title><content type='html'>Wow! It's been so quiet these days in blog land that i had to say hi! I'm sorry for being out of touch (for those that only know me thru my blog item).  Over the past month I've been suffering from some serious jet lag! Before you ask... Nowhere... Yep, I haven't been on any plane or left the confines of this so called continent, Australia. Rather, I've been  jet lagged emotionally from the trip that we call, life. I had reached a stagnant point in my river of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having just completed my degree... I've been totally bored out of my skull! In fact if anything I've just felt trapped like my mind is in solitary confinement. My mental stimulation had been reduced to playing Fifa 07 and frequent, but financially unsustainable, trips to the cinema and fast food restaurants. Don't get me wrong. That is the life! But only for a max of 2 weeks. Now I'm attempting to get some synapse's action going on by actually doing something that requires me to think, so forgive me it this is the least interesting post you have ever read. But i don't care, I'm just dusting the cobwebs...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7614431258730171034-742943980633482553?l=ndumi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndumi.blogspot.com/feeds/742943980633482553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7614431258730171034&amp;postID=742943980633482553&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614431258730171034/posts/default/742943980633482553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614431258730171034/posts/default/742943980633482553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndumi.blogspot.com/2006/12/jet-lagged.html' title='Jet Lagged'/><author><name>Ndumiso M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17909245825120769809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zV2zkI3ER08/SRGQmFmXKHI/AAAAAAAAADU/IrKycxmMUC8/S220/Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7614431258730171034.post-6025500716291148522</id><published>2006-11-28T12:33:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T12:43:51.385+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Hanging Up The Headphones</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2714/929496003262960/1600/24-11-06_1916.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2714/929496003262960/200/24-11-06_1916.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The time has come for me to graciously to take my leave from the DJ game… DJ Dee is no more! As y’all would know from a previous post (sorry, to lazy to put a link this time) I have had to retire from the DJ game… I must say I do feel free now! Lighter. The yolk has been removed. It’s funny though that as I hang up the number 23 jersey, like &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Jordan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, I do feel like I’m leaving a bit of who I am on the dance floor…   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’ve never blogged about my DJ experiences but I did have a blast, at&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2714/929496003262960/1600/24-11-06_1914.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2714/929496003262960/200/24-11-06_1914.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; times! My last two gigs where quite big. Did one in the Regent Theatre Ballroom, catering to the rich and the really rich! It was a managers’ end of year party for the NAB. There where some footy people there as well as having a great brief encounter with the CEO of NAB! Being a future business man I was really honoured. But apart from the famous people that were in the same room that I was in, it’s the venues that make me enjoy my job. For example, the day after that one, I did one at the Broadcast Café which is by the Telstra Dome. My gash and the view of the Docklands from there was just spectacular. I have really enjoyed the travelling and seeing the different places in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Melbourne&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;. I don’t think I would have had the opportunity to travel and see the city in which I live in, if it wasn’t for this job.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2714/929496003262960/1600/24-11-06_1906.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2714/929496003262960/200/24-11-06_1906.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;To the people I promised that could “tag along” to one of my events… well I haven’t forgotten at all. Something tells me that my leave of absence is only for a season and if you stick with me long enough you’ll see… I’ll come back wearing the 4-5. But for now this chapter in my life has come to a close.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2714/929496003262960/1600/24-11-06_2302.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2714/929496003262960/200/24-11-06_2302.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7614431258730171034-6025500716291148522?l=ndumi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndumi.blogspot.com/feeds/6025500716291148522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7614431258730171034&amp;postID=6025500716291148522&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614431258730171034/posts/default/6025500716291148522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614431258730171034/posts/default/6025500716291148522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndumi.blogspot.com/2006/11/hanging-up-headphones.html' title='Hanging Up The Headphones'/><author><name>Ndumiso M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17909245825120769809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zV2zkI3ER08/SRGQmFmXKHI/AAAAAAAAADU/IrKycxmMUC8/S220/Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7614431258730171034.post-3252086328615186903</id><published>2006-11-18T04:18:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T04:26:05.916+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Let Go, Let Flow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2714/929496003262960/1600/908731/something%20new.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2714/929496003262960/200/347532/something%20new.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As y’all can probably got from the title from this post and the picture, which in now synonymous with most of my posts. I’m talking about this great movie that Miss Muda had already &lt;a href="http://mudainc.blogspot.com/2006/11/something-new.html"&gt;blogged&lt;/a&gt; about and has encouraged me to watch but only watched last night. Now apart from the obvious theme of love which cuts deep into the soul and really makes you evaluate the way you view relationships and the importance of them. I, on the other hand have Something New to tell you, it’s a similar theme but focused differently, something that really struck me in this awesome movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theme that hit me almost immediately, like in the first ten minutes of watching that brilliant movie, was that of conformity. Everyone conformed to a certain lifestyle. A certain way to talk, a certain way to act, a certain way to dress, having certain colours they could paint their houses, to even having a certain type of job that is socially acceptable. People in this movie where really set in their ways and remained in the type-cast stereotypes that society had put them to be in, society really being themselves. It really hit me that this is a reality for so many people in so many different levels.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you guys know I refuse to be put into a box, to be cast in a mould of someone’s false perceptions of what life should be. But as I watched this movie I realised some of the ways I have been conforming and not letting go and letting flow as the movie encourages. We build our own destinies on what society has us think our destinies should be rather than just really going with our heart. Guys we should not live in bondage to the moulds that a crumbling society would have us live in. The barriers that we see, the obstacles in our way to our destiny are put there by ourselves through our submissiveness to conformity.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ability to let go and let flow is what frees us. Where we know that there is no wrong path to our goals. Are we not individuals? Are any of your fingerprints the same as mine? Well, so what makes you think that our paths to our individual destiny are the same either? I know it seems almost comforting to have your path laid out in front of you and to live an automaton life, I assure you though you will not find satisfaction. Look at what happened when &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Kenya&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; tried to conform to the relationship she thought she had always wanted, the socially acceptable path. A deep misery and emptiness filled her because that was not her path or her destiny. We often listen to the other voice that always questions why, instead of the one that says why not. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I cannot explain how this makes me feel when I see people wanting so hard to conform when they obviously don’t fit the mould, especially when they have a better destiny but are just settling. It rucks me HARD! (I need to breathe…..) Ok I’m preaching again… So I’ll rap it up! Here is all you need to take away from having read this post. Firstly, watch that movie, its deep! Secondly, never conform because you have your own path! Take it! And thirdly, live your life spontaneously, do and try Something New as often as you can, step out of your comfort zone… Let go, let flow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7614431258730171034-3252086328615186903?l=ndumi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndumi.blogspot.com/feeds/3252086328615186903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7614431258730171034&amp;postID=3252086328615186903&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614431258730171034/posts/default/3252086328615186903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614431258730171034/posts/default/3252086328615186903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndumi.blogspot.com/2006/11/let-go-let-flow.html' title='Let Go, Let Flow'/><author><name>Ndumiso M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17909245825120769809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zV2zkI3ER08/SRGQmFmXKHI/AAAAAAAAADU/IrKycxmMUC8/S220/Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7614431258730171034.post-1539407275834401776</id><published>2006-11-17T00:07:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T00:43:05.381+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Diamond Factor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2714/929496003262960/1600/diamond%20rainbow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2714/929496003262960/200/diamond%20rainbow.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As you guys should know that coal and diamonds are exactly the same thing.... They are both a lump of carbon. The only difference is that in order to get a diamond you have to put that carbon under immense heat and pressure, much, much more than coal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You maybe wondering why I'm talking about the formation of diamonds? Well my point is that in order for something beautiful to be formed it has to be put under immense heat and pressure! Otherwise without it all you have is coal! This goes for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt; in your life, relationships, school work and especially in your walk with Christ! The list is endless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We should be thankful for tough times because they lead us to and help us fulfil our destiny! Do you want to shine like a diamond or be thrown into the fire like coal? Taking the easy way out of situations or avoiding them may do more harm than good. It may deny you the opportunities you need to grow in an area that is important. There are valuable lessons to be learnt from every difficult situation that you go through.  The people who are able to take from these situations have what i like to call, the diamond factor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can always identify the people who have the diamond factor. It's the ones that have been through some hardships but have come out on top. They have that confident shine and certainty about them which tells people that you can throw anything their way and they will come out on top! Difficult situations build them up and rather that pull them down. I want to be one of those people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7614431258730171034-1539407275834401776?l=ndumi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndumi.blogspot.com/feeds/1539407275834401776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7614431258730171034&amp;postID=1539407275834401776&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614431258730171034/posts/default/1539407275834401776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614431258730171034/posts/default/1539407275834401776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndumi.blogspot.com/2006/11/diamond-factor.html' title='Diamond Factor'/><author><name>Ndumiso M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17909245825120769809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zV2zkI3ER08/SRGQmFmXKHI/AAAAAAAAADU/IrKycxmMUC8/S220/Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7614431258730171034.post-20788665669263344</id><published>2006-10-31T13:07:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T13:27:19.342+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Say Something</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2714/929496003262960/1600/talk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2714/929496003262960/200/talk.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Why is it so difficult to let people know that you appreciate them and care for them? Why is it that we, as people, only wait for days that we are “allowed” to let people know how we feel? Christmas, birthdays, anniversaries, etc. If someone means so much to you why don’t you only let then know as often as you can? Why can’t people just pick the phone on a random day and say, “Hey, I just called to say that I really appreciate having you in my life”? LOL! How would you react if someone called you and said that to you? You’d probably think something was wrong or there is some ulterior motive. Well that is sad, isn’t it? Why has society made us numb to receiving and giving praise? Why does it feel weird to say some of these things? Why is it easier to say something bad about someone and so hard to say something good? How easy is it to send a text, a card, flowers or just a simple phone call? It’s VERY EASY! Guys I suggest that you holla at someone and just let them know you care! Life is too short and someone who is here today may not be here tomorrow! Wouldn’t it be a great feeling knowing that people you care about actually know that you care and that you are there for them? &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Say something!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7614431258730171034-20788665669263344?l=ndumi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndumi.blogspot.com/feeds/20788665669263344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7614431258730171034&amp;postID=20788665669263344&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614431258730171034/posts/default/20788665669263344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614431258730171034/posts/default/20788665669263344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndumi.blogspot.com/2006/10/say-something.html' title='Say Something'/><author><name>Ndumiso M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17909245825120769809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zV2zkI3ER08/SRGQmFmXKHI/AAAAAAAAADU/IrKycxmMUC8/S220/Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7614431258730171034.post-4227766980494330695</id><published>2006-10-30T14:10:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T14:33:29.131+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='who am i?'/><title type='text'>Under Construction</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2714/929496003262960/1600/rubber_stamp_under_construction.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2714/929496003262960/400/rubber_stamp_under_construction.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From a very young age I considered myself a “Christian”. I even accepted Christ as Saviour a long time ago! I can honestly say that I’ve loved Jesus since I was about 10 or even younger! But I didn’t have any victory, growth and progress in my life! In fact I backslid so badly that I think I got unsaved, if that is even possible. &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And then almost a year ago (end of November) I realised that something was missing in my life. I needed more from what I had. I knew that God loved me and that even though I lived in sin He still came through for me in very impossible situations. What I was missing was victory. I wasn’t living in the strength and power that comes with victory and conquering sin through the guidance of the Holy Spirit!&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This year God has moved in my life in leaps and bounds! I found what was missing in the equation for real success in life! Lordship! I had God in my life but I didn’t do what He called me to do! Its sad how many people go through life living like I did, honestly thinking that God is happy with the way I was living! The truth is He is not! He still loves us but we hurt Him and disappoint Him when we live like this.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;At the point where I was, let’s say a month ago, with my walk with Christ I thought I was almost there! Almost where God wants me or has called me to be in terms of my commitment to Him! But I realised that I’ve still got a long way to go! Jesus calls us to take up our cross and follow Him daily! He also calls us to sell all our possessions and follow Him. Now what is meant by possessions is not your car, your house or mobile phone, even though that may be the case! It is rather the things of the world that you hold dear to you that stop you from fully following Jesus Christ!&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Last week I got convicted! And convicted HARD! Simba, Chax, Zii and I were studying. We were hitting an all nighter when we started talking about music and its effect on people (now that is another blog in itself). Then we got on to the subject of laying things down that slow us down in our Walk! That is when it came to me that the music I listen to, most of it does not glorify God in anyway and rather talks of things of the devil, like lust, violence and other immoral things. But here is the thing, I love music so much! I have over 8000 songs in my iPod. God has called me to delete ALL the songs there that He doesn’t want me listening to and that is probably 7000 songs gone! It has to be done though! It is only through following Christ and doing what He says do we experience true power and victory!&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;God had also called me to quit my job! The funny thing about this is that God has been giving me hints all along the way that it’s time I gave it up. I really stopped enjoying work and had a million excuses why I didn’t enjoy it and why I should quit. Then during the same conversation with the boys, I realised the real reason I wanted out. I was putting myself in totally Godless places. And to tie it in with the music thing… some of the music I played just didn’t appeal to my spirit and yet I was feeding people this empty garbage! Some of the functions I’ve done are simply immoral to say the least. For instance a few months ago I did a singles party where people “hook up” and in most instances go home with each other. I can see why God doesn’t want me to see or be part of these things! They lead people astray and they really take away from me, spiritually! The money from this job was more than excellent! Working just two nights a week took care of expenses and then some! But I know because I’m doing what God wants me to do that financially I’ll be great without this job! In any case I’m graduating soon so I might as well start looking for a real job.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anyway, the point of all this is that even though I’ve grown so much spiritually I am still under construction, we all fall short of the glory of God. No matter how much I grow spiritually there is always and will always be room for growth and improvement! We all are under construction and will be until we return to the Father! We have to realise that there are things that are part of the construction process and that includes selling your possessions. What are the things of the world that are slowing down your construction process? Ask God to reveal what they are to you! It will save you a lot of time and pain later because God always gets His way! Even if He has to make you walk around in the dessert for 40 years when actually the journey could have taken you days!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7614431258730171034-4227766980494330695?l=ndumi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndumi.blogspot.com/feeds/4227766980494330695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7614431258730171034&amp;postID=4227766980494330695&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614431258730171034/posts/default/4227766980494330695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614431258730171034/posts/default/4227766980494330695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndumi.blogspot.com/2006/10/under-construction.html' title='Under Construction'/><author><name>Ndumiso M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17909245825120769809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zV2zkI3ER08/SRGQmFmXKHI/AAAAAAAAADU/IrKycxmMUC8/S220/Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7614431258730171034.post-1355784233370532626</id><published>2006-10-22T23:32:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T23:51:50.352+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='who am i?'/><title type='text'>Exposed</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Hi blog friends, it’s been a while since my last blog entry. I’ve been lacking the inspiration to write anything, yet alone something even worth reading. But hey! I’m back but I cannot guarantee the worthiness of this piece of amateur prose, being worth reading…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I start let me say that there is no specific incident or occurrence that inspired the words of this blog. I’m just expressing myself as these feelings arise or as I have certain revelations… So the only thing you should be reading into are the words on the screen and not on the street. &lt;i style=""&gt;LOL&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Anyway with all that housekeeping aside….&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;What do you see when you look at Ndu? (&lt;i style=""&gt;Funny, this question actually relates to the &lt;a href="http://carolblogs.blogspot.com/2006/10/when-you-look-at-me.html"&gt;blog carol wrote&lt;/a&gt;…&lt;/i&gt;) After talking to people and trying to understand how I look in the public eye (&lt;i style=""&gt;even though it doesn’t really matter to me as such&lt;/i&gt;). I really see that many people have me confused and they often misunderstand me or don’t see the full picture! So by now you should be getting the reason I called this blog entry “Exposed”. I’m about to expose a truth about me that people don’t really know or really understand…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p face="georgia" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’m a really, really shy person! (&lt;i style=""&gt;I can imagine people laughing… but it’s cool coz I’m laughing too&lt;/i&gt;) That is really unbelievable coz y’all know me but there is where the problem lies. I am also a loud person! Now how can a person be both shy and loud at the same time, kinda some sort of oxymoron! Well guys its true... There it’s out! It’s a problem I’ve been dealing with for a while…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p face="georgia" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Unlike most people who hate public speaking and prefer one-on-one conversations, I am the opposite. I prefer large groups, large settings, for me there is safety in numbers. But when it comes to one-to-one gwans, I melt! I never know what to say, I choke and make a quick dash to the nearest emergency exit. I find it difficult to express myself and to even open myself up, to really let someone in. Now the truth is I do let people in my life but it is a very slow and gradual process. And before I do warm up to people I may come across as a snob, inconsiderate or selfish but that is not the case I’m keeping to myself because I’m shy. I’m not open to letting them in, yet. (&lt;i style=""&gt;It’s funny how most of the people who read this will not be on the “shy list”. Maybe I should post this somewhere else for those who don’t know me to see&lt;/i&gt;) (&lt;i style=""&gt;LOL&lt;/i&gt;).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p face="georgia" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I also love spending lots of time by myself! This is a bad thing coz I over do it! I am able to let relationships die because I like to keep to myself. I told someone that and they say it’s laziness but I’ve thought about it and I really don’t think so. I just enjoy having a relatively small close circle of friends. I wonder how biblical that is? I really don’t believe it is… But the funny thing is that I don’t feel like my loud side and my shy side are lies. I honestly feel that I am both and I’m comfortable with it. The shyness to me is an internal condition meanwhile my loudness is the external condition, the wrapping for my internal nature… I just want people to understand that when I’m doing one thing in public and another in private I’m not being fake or anything like that. I’m just being me! And as we get to know each other and the shyness melts then I’ll be loud when I’m alone with you…&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p face="georgia" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;Hmmm… I wonder what a psychologist would say about this blog (&lt;i style=""&gt;not just a psychologist but anyone brave enough to be reading this blog too&lt;/i&gt;) (&lt;i style=""&gt;LOL&lt;/i&gt;)… I’d be interested to find out. (&lt;i style=""&gt;Hint, hint&lt;/i&gt;) I guess some of the psycho babble they would spew would be like... your loud side is a smoke screen you use to hide your insecurity. You are shy because things that have happened to you in the past. Well that could be true to a certain extent but it doesn’t change who I am today! This is me… then, exposed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7614431258730171034-1355784233370532626?l=ndumi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndumi.blogspot.com/feeds/1355784233370532626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7614431258730171034&amp;postID=1355784233370532626&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614431258730171034/posts/default/1355784233370532626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614431258730171034/posts/default/1355784233370532626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndumi.blogspot.com/2006/10/exposed.html' title='Exposed'/><author><name>Ndumiso M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17909245825120769809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zV2zkI3ER08/SRGQmFmXKHI/AAAAAAAAADU/IrKycxmMUC8/S220/Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7614431258730171034.post-7435375671181915534</id><published>2006-10-09T10:15:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T11:26:27.527+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='who am i?'/><title type='text'>My Life As Bruce Wayne</title><content type='html'>Sorry Guys this blog post will be indefinitely delayed due to creative and moral reasons...&lt;br /&gt;Like they say in the ads in Zim... "Any inconvenience is sincerely regretted."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7614431258730171034-7435375671181915534?l=ndumi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndumi.blogspot.com/feeds/7435375671181915534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7614431258730171034&amp;postID=7435375671181915534&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614431258730171034/posts/default/7435375671181915534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614431258730171034/posts/default/7435375671181915534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndumi.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-life-as-bruce-wayne.html' title='My Life As Bruce Wayne'/><author><name>Ndumiso M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17909245825120769809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zV2zkI3ER08/SRGQmFmXKHI/AAAAAAAAADU/IrKycxmMUC8/S220/Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7614431258730171034.post-3634954522321343662</id><published>2006-10-07T13:06:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T13:36:21.225+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='who am i?'/><title type='text'>Prison Break: Testimony</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2714/929496003262960/1600/chains.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2714/929496003262960/320/chains.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alarm bells ring… Sirens howl… Dogs bark… Spot lights on! Snipers in position! The sound of heavy boots marching up and down the hallway with fully armed men ready… ready to kill! Inmates in their cells absorb the atmosphere and blaze the prison with their cheers and jeers… Over the P.A. system it is announced, “Code Blue everybody! Prisoner 210984 missed rollcall! He is trying to escape… Gentlemen we want him back dead or alive, what ever it takes, do not let that monster leave this facility!” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has seen the most aggressive attempt by &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Dee&lt;/st1:place&gt; to try break out of prison to date. It was a close call, if it wasn’t for the fact that Warden J.C. was on duty, things could have ended in a bad way…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Have you ever had one of those weeks that ended in complete chaos and you never even saw it coming? It kinda sneaks up on you like a tram inspector! (LOL)&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Those are the weeks that the enemy escapes and runs amuck! LOL! Looking back on it, it is somewhat funny how that smallest break in defences or the letting down of the guard of a minute inspires a full frontal onslaught from the enemy, the deceiver and the accuser!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;My problems this week seemed numerous but I think giving you only a brief synopsis will suffice. It all started when my boss tried to cheat me out of money that he owed me. And because of that I’ve found myself in a financially difficult situation this week. Then I’ve had to renew my visa and that had its own challenges. Then I realised I’m really behind with my uni work and I need to step up my game if I want to graduate at the end of the year. To top that off there was this other personal issue that had really thrown me off! Actually all those other problems don’t matter in magnitude and gravity as much as this one!!! This has been one of my most challenging weeks in a long, long while!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So how did I come from a point of thinking that my world was about to fall apart, to a point where I can put LOL in my blog and add on old ‘tram inspector’ jokes? Well it’s actually really simple, 1 Peter 5:6,7 says, “&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Humble yourselves under the mighty hand of God, that He may exalt you in due time, casting all your care upon Him, for He cares for you.&lt;/span&gt;” All it took was to give the Lord the burdens of my heart because He cares for us! Obviously it’s easily said than done! And I tried resisting and doing things in my own strength, living in self-pity, but then I got a word, “&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Your troubles may seem like a mountain but the truth is things could be much worse. There are people out there who are going through more trails than you could handle!&lt;/span&gt;” Soon after that I heard news that a friend’s mother has been diagnosed with cancer… Wow! What a realty check is that? Your problems just seem so insignificant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Christians we should expect trails in our lives! We should expect a bit of suffering, if the devil doesn’t put obstacles in our way then we should ask why we don’t threaten the devil enough for him to try stopping what God is doing in our lives. “&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rejoice to the extent that you partake of Christ’s sufferings, that when His glory is revealed, you may also be glad with exceeding joy.&lt;/span&gt;” (1 Peter 4:13) I know that my friend is strong! God loves him! God is doing a great work in him and that he has a high calling on his life! “&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No test or temptation that comes your way is beyond the course of what others have had to face. All you need to remember is that God will never let you down; he'll never let you be pushed past your limit; he'll always be there to help you come through it&lt;/span&gt;” (1 Corinthians 10:13 - The Message). I know he will make it through this very difficult time because the Lord will not give him more than he can handle! For Christians the purpose of tests, trails and suffering is to prove their true character, to clear away the impurity from sin and allow the pure nature of Christ to show itself.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;This helped me put things into perspective… I couldn’t let my problems beat me down! I had to give them to Christ who will deal with them because Ndumiso is not strong enough to deal with these problems by himself! The devil tried so hard to condemn me for the mistakes I had made this week, for all the feelings, thoughts and actions that were not of God! &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Dee&lt;/st1:place&gt; tried so hard to loose himself upon the world because of the guilt and condemnation that could only come from the devil. Romans 8:1 says, “&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There is therefore now no condemnation to those who are in Christ Jesus, who do not walk according to the flesh, but according to the Spirit.&lt;/span&gt;” The freedom that comes from a verse like that can not be verbalised! It set me free because even though my mistakes were “fleshly” my heart is in the Spirit! After I had confessed my sins and repented there was no reason for me to live in guilt because the blood of Jesus washed my sins away! AMEN!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So the next time you are having a bad week/day/hour/minute… confess and repent, cast your burdens on to Jesus and walk in victory knowing that you can on longer be condemned! If I had only learnt that sooner my week would not have seemed so difficult! Now &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Dee&lt;/st1:place&gt; is captured once again and I can move on having learned what not do the next time so I can prevent another attempted prison break.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7614431258730171034-3634954522321343662?l=ndumi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndumi.blogspot.com/feeds/3634954522321343662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7614431258730171034&amp;postID=3634954522321343662&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614431258730171034/posts/default/3634954522321343662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614431258730171034/posts/default/3634954522321343662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndumi.blogspot.com/2006/10/prison-break-testimony.html' title='Prison Break: Testimony'/><author><name>Ndumiso M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17909245825120769809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zV2zkI3ER08/SRGQmFmXKHI/AAAAAAAAADU/IrKycxmMUC8/S220/Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7614431258730171034.post-5316517983185696396</id><published>2006-10-03T20:28:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T21:01:12.657+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='who am i?'/><title type='text'>Guilt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2714/929496003262960/1600/guilt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2714/929496003262960/200/guilt.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sha people... Have you ever had to get something off your chest so much that just thinking about it made your heart sink and your body weak? And this problem because of its closeness to the heart, then, flows into and affects other areas of your life. Well I have/had such a dilemma... Today, I actually went and talked to someone about it, hoping that it will be a release or major relief to get that certain issue (area of potential present/future conflict) off my chest...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it didn't help at all and I'm wondering why that is... Usually I feel like a million bucks after I've gotten something off my chest, especially if it has been on there for a while like this item... Why do I feel so guilty? I wish I hadn't opened myself up like that! I wish I hadn't exposed myself like that... made myself vulnerable! I guess for me it's too deep and intimate to share my thoughts, my real thoughts! So what do you do in situations like that? Is it better to keep the gwan to yourself and hurt by yourself but be secure in knowing that no one else will know, no one else will get hurt and no one can judge you? Or is it better to get it off your chest, hurting people and opening yourself up for future attack or condemnation from those close to you? To be honest it feels like a lose-lose situation to me.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.... I don't know!&lt;br /&gt;(I never meant to hurt anybody!!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7614431258730171034-5316517983185696396?l=ndumi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndumi.blogspot.com/feeds/5316517983185696396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7614431258730171034&amp;postID=5316517983185696396&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614431258730171034/posts/default/5316517983185696396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614431258730171034/posts/default/5316517983185696396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndumi.blogspot.com/2006/10/guilt.html' title='Guilt'/><author><name>Ndumiso M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17909245825120769809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zV2zkI3ER08/SRGQmFmXKHI/AAAAAAAAADU/IrKycxmMUC8/S220/Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7614431258730171034.post-3679368977429267384</id><published>2006-09-16T20:03:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T20:03:28.084+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experiences'/><title type='text'>Hillsong United</title><content type='html'>Wow!!! It’s rare that I get to do one notable and amazing thing once a month but I guess September is just my month… In just one week I’ve been on a television show and I’ve seen Hillsong United perform live! My GASH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2714/929496003262960/1600/Hillsong%20United%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2714/929496003262960/200/Hillsong%20United%20001.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On Friday I went and saw Hillsong United… Nyasha truly blessed me with this amazing opportunity! To be honest I don’t even know how I ended up going to the show (especially for free). All I remember is Nyasha asking me to give her a ride to the item, next thing I know is she had sourced the ticket items (come thru Dale) and we were set! To make things even better we bumped into Stacey, who I hadn’t seen in years (hehe I do that a lot – bump into people I haven’t seen in years). The circumstances had us set up for an explosive evening!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2714/929496003262960/1600/Hillsong%20United%20014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2714/929496003262960/320/Hillsong%20United%20014.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What can I say? It was deep! A seriously deep, Holy Ghost party! These guys came thru… The sound was surprisingly exactly like their CDs (having been to many concerts you find that the sound is not usually the same)! The energy levels were explosive, but what do you expect it was at a youth item! I’m actually quite speechless when it comes to this gwan because it was so deep that words will cheapen the experience, but let’s say I don’t mind travelling to &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Sydney&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; to check em out again!!! And I’m sure that Nyasha wouldn’t either…. She missed out on her heart throb… Marty Sampson A.K.A “Mighty Simpson”. LOL! So I’m sure she wouldn’t pass off that opportunity! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2714/929496003262960/1600/Hillsong%20United%20005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2714/929496003262960/200/Hillsong%20United%20005.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hey, I feel another potential blog in the making, “&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Sydney&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; – the Hillsong road trip”, holla back guys, let’s make this road trip happen, live! Anyway until then enjoy the video we took at the concert! This was the first song – The Time Has Come. See it though our eyes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jxsvJ5v9Ls0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jxsvJ5v9Ls0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7614431258730171034-3679368977429267384?l=ndumi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndumi.blogspot.com/feeds/3679368977429267384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7614431258730171034&amp;postID=3679368977429267384&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614431258730171034/posts/default/3679368977429267384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614431258730171034/posts/default/3679368977429267384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndumi.blogspot.com/2006/09/hillsong-united.html' title='Hillsong United'/><author><name>Ndumiso M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17909245825120769809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zV2zkI3ER08/SRGQmFmXKHI/AAAAAAAAADU/IrKycxmMUC8/S220/Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7614431258730171034.post-383083587401218922</id><published>2006-09-14T07:50:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T07:51:49.092+10:00</updated><title type='text'>(The Real) Deal Or No Deal!</title><content type='html'>Hey guys I’m sure y’all are interested to find out if we are now rich (like Dave Chappelle)? Well champs… read and find out! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2714/929496003262960/1600/Deal%20or%20no%20deal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2714/929496003262960/400/Deal%20or%20no%20deal.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time there where two people called Dorica and Ndu… It was a warm March evening, when Ndu’s favourite show came on. Ndu wished he could be on that show and even told Dorica how he was almost on it but had an exam on the day of the audition so couldn’t make it. That is when the penny dropped. Just because I had missed the opportunity didn’t mean that I couldn’t seek it again, didn’t mean I couldn’t live the dream. So with that Dorica and I jumped on the computer and set on our quest, the quest to be on Deal or No Deal! &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now the actual process for applying was quite easy. All we did was get on to the website and apply! Simple huh!?! (LOL) But the wait was long… then, Tuesday 25&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; of July we saw the light at the end of the tunnel! After four months of waiting and four months of sceptical comments from Miss Mushambi… we got our audition. At this point we were also allowed to bring friends along to audition. That is when Carol (because she was Dot’s tail) and Linton (because we tight like that) join the picture. Linton and I blew the audition out of the water (well, Lint flirted with the chick that interviewed us), we murdered that item! We knew for sure that our spotlight was gonna shine on us and soon! The interview process was fun, I remember some of the discussions we had where some people were concealing their age (Carol), and others had trouble remembering the craziest think they’ve ever done (Dot)! There are other things that can’t be repeated but yeah even just the interview process was one to remember.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2714/929496003262960/1600/dealornodeal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2714/929496003262960/200/dealornodeal.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then… the call came in a week before the shoot! I remember being in a bad mood that day and I almost didn’t pick up the phone because I didn’t recognise the number but something told me to pick it up... It was one of the producers of the show. As usual, he had trouble pronouncing my name but I didn’t care, he was offering us a once in a lifetime opportunity to be $200000 richer literally over night. The date of our destiny was revealed… the 12&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; of September 2006. Suddenly I forgot I was in a bad mood and for some reason the sun seemed to shine brighter and warmer, all my worries melted away. Was that to be the date I’ll forever remember as the day I could afford my drop top 645i BMW (add that to my birthday wish list)? Without delay, as soon as that phone conversation was over I called Lint and Dot to let them know that the day of reckoning was nigh… I forgot some people were at work but I didn’t care, the good news had to be spread.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I don’t know about the others but I spent the week figuring out what I would buy with that dough (and how my tithes would be a bit more impressive (LOL)). We even started figuring out how we would split the money between us… We (I) came up with a cool but fair system. 40, 30, 30. 40% would go to the person who opened the cases, and 30 each to the others and if people guessed what was in their cases successfully they would keep the money even if it was a mega guess. If you don’t know what I’m talking about then watch the show sometime! Our game plan was tight. And there was a chance that the money would only be split in two because someone was having trouble getting time off work and was reluctant to call in sick… Oh well you’d all be happy to know that all three of us ended up going and all potential winnings would be split in three...&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Finally the day came! I got up early, I didn’t want to miss our 8.45am curtain call so I was up at 6. I nervously got ready putting on a white shirt that I had ‘ironed’ the night before and some tan coloured formal pants. I was dressed to kill. So the plan was to go by train to the city from my house so I had to go pick up Dot and Lint then we’d leave together. So I rocked up at Lint’s house first and to my surprise he was wearing the exact same thing as I was… The only difference, I was wearing black shoes and he was wearing white… (Can you handle?) But time was not on our side so changing of clothes could not be done. As you can understand Dot found it thoroughly funny, when we picked her up, that we were wearing the same clothes. Lint and I had to put up with jokes the whole day and not only from Dot but random people too. Next time dress coordination has to be discussed. Anyway we finally got to the channel 7 studio in Southbank.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now we waited anxiously, signing forms and putting on name&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2714/929496003262960/1600/dealornodeal%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2714/929496003262960/200/dealornodeal%201.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; tags. I bumped into Karen someone I know but hadn’t seen in a long time so it was cool to see and catch up with her. We must have waited an hour (well it felt like that) before they let us into the studio. Wow our time had come. To back track, during the day they were gonna shoot five shows through out the day. So we had a one in five chance of making it on to the show… Anyway back to the studio. We entered the studio and that is when it finally hit me that this was real! We were really gonna be on an Australian television show! The set was so small compared to what it looks like on TV. It was still really flashy with high-tech cameras and big TV screens etc. It was tight!&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Once we were all seated they showed us a short video on the do’s and don’ts.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Basically it was like don’t be boring and always be lively. But from the crowd that was there, no one needed encouraging to be lively, everyone was excited and there was a huge buzz in the studio. We met the producers who were really cool. They were there the whole time telling jokes and interacting with the crowd. Even during filming they were standing around literally doing their own thing. It was really cool! Lint was long distance flirting with the girl holding bag number 6… Ya, we caught him in the act so he can't deny it! The actual filming process is like done in five minute blocks. They were so many breaks that it took about an hour per show but it didn’t feel like that. The host Andrew O’Keefe was so funny and really connected with the crowd! (He was wearing $8000 shoes – just needed to let everyone know) Just the experience for me was worth it! The money would be a huge bonus but just the experience of it happening before your eyes was worth it alone!&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The first show came and went and they were now randomly selecting the next block to play in the next game. Wow to our surprise it was us!!! I was so, so excited that I picked up Dorica with one hand and dragged her across the block to hug Linton with the other! I’ve warned you guys so don’t be shocked when you see something like that on TV… (LOL) We had made it on to the podium, we were close to winning real money. I was so nervous (as you’ll see on the show), my hands were sweaty and I could barely stand! If I were I girl it would be one of those moments of continuous, uncontrollable screaming, but since I’m a guy, I internalised it and suffered for it! Time came for us to answer questions to actually play for the money… the first question was about Dracula so we were cool, then came the second question… what a wreck! They asked about cats. What self respecting black person knows anything about cats? All three of us got that question wrong. The next question didn’t matter coz we knew we had just tanked! We were still happy coz we stood to win $500 each or if one of us were given a mega guess could have won $10000. Lint was holding case number 3 I had case number 5 and Dot had case number 6 (I think that’s right). Unfortunately none of us guessed right but to my credit I was the closest (LOL).&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2714/929496003262960/1600/dealornodeal%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2714/929496003262960/200/dealornodeal%202.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our dreams for big cash on the 12&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; of September died! We left without the money but we left with an experience none of us will ever forget! We even had a brief encounter with Andrew O’Keefe afterwards, he even touched my shoulder (on purpose), so I’m never gonna wash my white shirt (LOL)… Carol you should have been there with us! With that we happily left the studio to have some free snacks (with salt – ask Dot about that). Outside the sun was still shining brightly and so were our moods! We decided to go celebrate and have lunch on the Southbank (there is another blog from that coming soon…)! And that was our Deal or no deal experience! We don’t have any of our own photos coz Dot thought it would be funny to bring a camera with no battery! Unfortunately we wont be able to let you know when the show will be aired, they only tell that to the people who actually win some money, so keep your eyes peeled every Monday to Friday at 5.30pm only on Channel Seven.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7614431258730171034-383083587401218922?l=ndumi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndumi.blogspot.com/feeds/383083587401218922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7614431258730171034&amp;postID=383083587401218922&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614431258730171034/posts/default/383083587401218922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614431258730171034/posts/default/383083587401218922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndumi.blogspot.com/2006/09/real-deal-or-no-deal.html' title='(The Real) Deal Or No Deal!'/><author><name>Ndumiso M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17909245825120769809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zV2zkI3ER08/SRGQmFmXKHI/AAAAAAAAADU/IrKycxmMUC8/S220/Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7614431258730171034.post-1600235713103461041</id><published>2006-09-09T16:55:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T17:14:41.283+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Podcast</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img class="preview" style="width: 100px; height: 101px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2714/929496003262960/320/hear%20it.png" /&gt;Hey Guys,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; Just wanted to let you know that I'll be podcasting... So when ever i think there is a song that expresses who i am, or i find a song that i feel like i need to share, like Violet Moyo's tracks, i won't hesitate! So enjoy the first selection...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have Violet Moyo... Zim's finest... LOL!!! Personally i recommend No More Pain. Listen to it to the end, you might find yourself needing a serviette!!! She is so so so funny.... No this is no joke. This is the real deal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I do have more than one song on my podcast. All you have to do is press the the "POSTS" button on the media player and you'll see the list of songs. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7614431258730171034-1600235713103461041?l=ndumi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndumi.blogspot.com/feeds/1600235713103461041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7614431258730171034&amp;postID=1600235713103461041&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614431258730171034/posts/default/1600235713103461041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614431258730171034/posts/default/1600235713103461041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndumi.blogspot.com/2006/09/podcast.html' title='Podcast'/><author><name>Ndumiso M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17909245825120769809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zV2zkI3ER08/SRGQmFmXKHI/AAAAAAAAADU/IrKycxmMUC8/S220/Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7614431258730171034.post-4684876974547827621</id><published>2006-09-01T12:03:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T13:03:09.039+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><title type='text'>The Response: There is something about forbidden fruit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2714/929496003262960/1600/dot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2714/929496003262960/320/dot.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2714/929496003262960/1600/60054445.jpg"&gt;  &lt;/a&gt; Hi People. I'm back yet again but this time I have be asked to talk about something someone else has written. Dorica, some who needs to join the blog world, has a journal entry (or blog) on her hi5 site. Now this blog touches on some really deep and sensitive issues when it comes to relationships.... (How funny, coz I promised myself that I would try stay away from this subject in my blogs.... well... champs...) If you have a couple of hours you should read it! LOL! Follow the link: &lt;a href="http://www.hi5.com/friend/profile/displayJournal.do?userid=15021870"&gt;Dot's Journal&lt;/a&gt; . In fact don't read my blog before you've read Dot's blog first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywhooo... Since Dot asked me to comment on it I'll be as honest as I can possibly be. So take what ever you want and throw out what you don't! (That last comment is directed more at Dot)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;For a relationship to work you have to give all of yourself. Who has ever half bungee jumped? Or have been on half a roller coaster? It's all or nothing! This does not necessarily mean that you have to lose your individuality because that is very important! But think of it this way, by giving yourself totally away you are in turn being a part of who you really are. God created us to be in relationships where you give yourself, to "be servant rather than be served", to "be last rather than first". So by living in the illusion that life is meant to be lived in total independence where you are not sharing yourself completely with someone is a smoke screen! I know what Dot and many of you are thinking.... What about the other person in the relationship? Well in this case we'll assume all things are equal, i.e. he/she is committed as much as you. Because in any case I wouldn't waste my time talking about relationships which are one-sided or ungodly, so lets assume the best. It is by truly immersing yourself in an experience do you truly enjoy and experience all it is and all it can be... &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;There is nothing wrong with songs like “Cater to You” which in the right circumstances are complementing, edifying and nourishing relationships. Look at the one side of the coin. If the lady is willing to do these things then the guy must be doing something right. True? And that is where I agree with what Dot says. It is a partnership! The ultimate team! (There is no I in TEAM) So yes everyone must have equal bargaining power! It's very very important to have a united front in a relationship! Communication is important and as much as the man has the final say in family decisions he should value his wife's opinions and views and should always have her in mind while making decisions.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;(Bra!!! I've gone way off topic... Let me get beck into it!)I agree that people foolishly think love is blind. That is wrong love is pragmatic, well real love is anyway. It is a choice, a balance of options. People, never let emotions run you life! Love has to make sense! We can not expect to change the nature of people, we can not expect that circumstances will make it so that things work out better for ourselves. What we so often do as humans is staring at the doors that are closed and don't see the open ones... That's how (finally) the forbidden fruit comes into it! People so readily jump on the first train/tram/bus without even making sure that it is going to the right place yet alone same direction as you want to go in life. Only to get caught by those pesky inspectors for fair evasion and then realise that is not even the route they wanted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good things come to those who wait! It's sad that we live in a society that is all about instant gratification. Instant messaging, 2 minute noodles, microwave dinners, drive thrus, e-mail, vending machines unfortunately there is nothing lasting in any of these things! So why do we try put our souls in the same packaging? The false preconceptions that are put on our head that faster is better is wrong. So as much as that forbidden fruit may seem sweet, think... don't feel that comes later! A friend once told me when I was once considering in partaking in some forbidden fruit, when finding someone who is for you (i.e. not forbidden) firstly love them with your mind, then with your heart then finally with your body. Personally I've found that this works for me as a test, I used to get to order mixed up some what...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO... I guess there are a couple of "desperadoes" are sitting there saying, "It's all fair and fine to sit there and wait for the fruit to ripen or to receive the fruit that is promised to you but what do we do in the meantime?" Well Dot put it so well, "Suck the marrow out of life!" Enjoy your life, not indulging in forbidden fruit but enjoy all the things that you should and can do before you are committed! What you do before you are married is as much a part of your destiny as what you do when you are. Stop looking at that door that is closed and look at all the ones that are opened wanting you to see what is behind them! Singleness is a blessing as much as being married! So stop looking at is as a curse and filling that self created emptiness, with the forbidden fruit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7614431258730171034-4684876974547827621?l=ndumi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndumi.blogspot.com/feeds/4684876974547827621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7614431258730171034&amp;postID=4684876974547827621&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614431258730171034/posts/default/4684876974547827621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614431258730171034/posts/default/4684876974547827621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndumi.blogspot.com/2006/09/response-there-is-something-about.html' title='The Response: There is something about forbidden fruit'/><author><name>Ndumiso M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17909245825120769809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zV2zkI3ER08/SRGQmFmXKHI/AAAAAAAAADU/IrKycxmMUC8/S220/Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7614431258730171034.post-1275351766870095554</id><published>2006-08-30T13:24:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T14:15:10.318+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>Carol: A Special Tribute</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2714/929496003262960/1600/St.%20Kilda%2020-08-06%20037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2714/929496003262960/200/St.%20Kilda%2020-08-06%20037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2714/929496003262960/1600/IMG_0170.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2714/929496003262960/400/IMG_0170.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Wow! It’s already been 2 months… I remember the first time I met Carol! It was at Victory Weekend. I remember going and saying hi to her… She looked so lost and bewildered… I felt bad, like I had come on too strong but now I realise that was just Carol being Carol (constantly jetlagged)… Since then I can honestly say we’ve come a long way. She had been able to put a couple of words together to form sentences… LOL!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2714/929496003262960/1600/Campus%20Harvest%20July%2006%20043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2714/929496003262960/400/Campus%20Harvest%20July%2006%20043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously though. It funny how God brings certain people in and out of our lives so unexpectedly who bless you! Carol is one of these people! She is so naïve (in a good way), cheerful, honest and a really fun person to be around! I’m glad I got to know her! I hope though as she goes back to &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;England&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; she won’t forget us… All the new friends she has made and all the things she learnt! In any case if I miss her too much all I have to do is get on the phone and sing for her… (hehehe)(inside joke)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Carol thank you for coming thru!!! May God bless you in all you do!!! You are a truly special lady!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2714/929496003262960/1600/IMG_0152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2714/929496003262960/400/IMG_0152.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2714/929496003262960/1600/Southbank%2027-08-06%20023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2714/929496003262960/400/Southbank%2027-08-06%20023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2714/929496003262960/1600/St.%20Kilda%2020-08-06%20072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2714/929496003262960/400/St.%20Kilda%2020-08-06%20072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2714/929496003262960/1600/St.%20Kilda%2020-08-06%20009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2714/929496003262960/400/St.%20Kilda%2020-08-06%20009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2714/929496003262960/1600/Southbank%2027-08-06%20039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2714/929496003262960/400/Southbank%2027-08-06%20039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2714/929496003262960/1600/IMG_0149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2714/929496003262960/400/IMG_0149.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2714/929496003262960/1600/IMG_0158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2714/929496003262960/400/IMG_0158.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2714/929496003262960/1600/IMG_0172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2714/929496003262960/400/IMG_0172.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zGiFEt6Un3Q" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7614431258730171034-1275351766870095554?l=ndumi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndumi.blogspot.com/feeds/1275351766870095554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7614431258730171034&amp;postID=1275351766870095554&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614431258730171034/posts/default/1275351766870095554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614431258730171034/posts/default/1275351766870095554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndumi.blogspot.com/2006/08/carol-special-tribute.html' title='Carol: A Special Tribute'/><author><name>Ndumiso M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17909245825120769809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zV2zkI3ER08/SRGQmFmXKHI/AAAAAAAAADU/IrKycxmMUC8/S220/Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7614431258730171034.post-1539712954739674965</id><published>2006-08-25T00:16:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T12:17:43.810+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>Vick &amp; Jordan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2714/929496003262960/1600/IMG_0168.jpg"&gt;2 of the greatest...&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2714/929496003262960/400/IMG_0168.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7614431258730171034-1539712954739674965?l=ndumi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndumi.blogspot.com/feeds/1539712954739674965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7614431258730171034&amp;postID=1539712954739674965&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614431258730171034/posts/default/1539712954739674965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614431258730171034/posts/default/1539712954739674965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndumi.blogspot.com/2006/08/vick-jordan.html' title='Vick &amp; Jordan'/><author><name>Ndumiso M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17909245825120769809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zV2zkI3ER08/SRGQmFmXKHI/AAAAAAAAADU/IrKycxmMUC8/S220/Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7614431258730171034.post-2045478751132752641</id><published>2006-08-17T11:44:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T11:45:10.498+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='who am i?'/><title type='text'>Fight Club</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2714/929496003262960/1600/fight%20club.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2714/929496003262960/200/fight%20club.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well… I’m sure most of you have watched the movie Fight Club… For those that haven’t, in a nutshell, it is a long convoluted movie about a dude with two personalities, staring Edward Norton as &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Tyler&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; and Brad Pitt as… &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Tyler&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; (hehe). For conversation’s sake, we’ll call Brad’s character &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Tyler&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; and we’ll call Edward Norton’s character simply, Ed…. &lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/V_Mqj4tQlLk"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/V_Mqj4tQlLk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my personal life movie, Dee is &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Tyler&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; and Ndumiso is Ed. &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Tyler&lt;/st1:city&gt; represents the fun and the exciting side that Ed lacks. Ed hopes for something to happen in his life to make it worth living, even accidents and catastrophes so that his life has more meaning. He is lost in the world of superficial beliefs and expectations from life. Ed goes to many different support group meetings for many different ailments for a sense of family. It is only in the presence of people who suffer that he feel that he belongs. His life is full of material goods that he uses to express himself but even this is not enough. “&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You buy furniture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You tell yourself, this is the last sofa I will ever need in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Buy the sofa, then for a couple years you're satisfied that no matter what goes wrong, at least you've got your sofa issue handled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Then the right set of dishes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Then the perfect bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The drapes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The rug.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Then you're trapped in your lovely nest, and the things you used to own, now they own you.&lt;/span&gt;” After his apartment with all his worldly possessions catches fire then everything he has ever known burns. &lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy s*** we don’t need. We are the middle children of history. No purpose or place. We have no great war (in our generation), no great depression... Our great war is a spiritual war. Our great depression is our lives. We’ve all been raised by television to believe that one day we will all millionaires and movie gods and rock stars. But we won’t. We are slowly learning that fact. And we are very, very pissed off!&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Tyler&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; fully takes over the life of Ed. “&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It’s only when we’ve lost everything that we are free to do anything.&lt;/span&gt;” And &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Tyler&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; is freed and let loose on to the world. &lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is so special about &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Tyler&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;? Well he represents all that Ed had ever wanted to be… All he aspires to be, all he perceives a man to be is all in Tyler, fast cars, faster women, money, untameable, rebellious, a serious bad boy and ultimately a free spirit with nothing holding him down (truly wild at heart). &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Tyler&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; expresses himself in anger, lust, recklessness and bitterness. “&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It used to be enough that when I came home angry and knowing that my life wasn't toeing my five-year plan, I could clean my condominium or detail my car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Someday I'd be dead without a scar and there would be a really nice condo and car.&lt;/span&gt;”  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;Ed and Tyler are polar opposites. But they share the same body… Huh? When &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Dee&lt;/st1:place&gt; did his own thing, it was an outer body experience for Ndu. I’d do things and only realise later the extent of the things I had done… Wow… How weird hey! It was like watching a total stranger doing something. You have no connection what so ever. I even had my own Marla, who was in my life story. But that is another blog which I honestly don’t think I’ll ever write. Sorry! But if she ever reads all I have to say to her is (I’m gonna have to steal yet another quote from the movie, actually the last line of the movie). “&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You met me in a very strange time of my life!&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anarchy rules where there are no rules and that was the life of Dee and Ndu. Ndu was never strong enough to overcome the sweet and recklessly adventurous life that every man yearns for that every man needs which &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Dee&lt;/st1:place&gt; offered. But as you watch the movie, you realised that the world Tyler/Dee offered is nothing but a trap. “&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nothing was solved when the fight was over, but nothing mattered.&lt;/span&gt;” Soon you become a slave to your known need for self gratification. And your own plans end up being self destructive. If you let &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Tyler&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; take over your life he will take over everything. You will eventually lose you true identity. “&lt;st1:place style="font-style: italic;" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Tyler&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;’s words coming out of my mouth…. and I used to be such a nice guy.&lt;/span&gt;” &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Eventually these two characters start to blend and become one, they would have been lost in each other. One had to die for the other to survive? Who would you kill? Tyler or Ed? &lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2714/929496003262960/1600/flightcard_sm.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2714/929496003262960/200/flightcard_sm.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why Fight Club? Of all the movies of sick twisted people who think they have dual personalities why this one? And also with all those other introspective movies that truly tackle internal conflict within people what is so special about this one? After that build up you’d expect some really cool answer… Well the truth is this movie represents the internal conflict in me. 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Some say he was always there in me, just in hiding. But I remember when things started to change for me. I remember when the way I started to think shifted. I call that time ‘the turning from in&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;nocence’. &lt;/span&gt;This is when I was a younger lad and came into a foreign nation. I can’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;t bl&lt;/span&gt;ame this nation though for this change in such an innocent boy. Rather it was the enemy’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;s perf&lt;/span&gt;ect time to catch the fish out of water. I was already a wild one before I came to Australia but it was when I felt that surge of freedom, that boundary less outback of my heart calling me. That is when something stirred up in me. I set forth to create and mould, by my own strength, myself into the person I thought would best flourish in a world that had no rules and required no accountability. From this Dee was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dee was the side of me that I guess I had always wanted to be growing up. The wild one that all the boys wanted to be around and the girls couldn’t&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt; get en&lt;/span&gt;ough of… That w&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;as &lt;/span&gt;the plan. As time went on I got what I wanted. But that wasn’t enoug&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;h I s&lt;/span&gt;tarted engaging in more and more destructive behaviour that was more than just immoral but even illegal. (I won’t go into &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;deta&lt;/span&gt;ils because I don’t want anyth&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;ing &lt;/span&gt;in writing that I can incriminate myself with! LOL!!!) Basically &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;lik&lt;/span&gt;e everything else of the world it goes bad, decays and ends up valueless. That was me inside. God had had enough of my disobedience and things in MY world started to crash around me. My world that I had created was not strong enough to hold the burdens of the world as well as the burdens and shortcomings of my soul. It couldn’t give me t&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;he secu&lt;/span&gt;rity I needed, the comforting love I longed for and the strength that I so desperately wanted. I simply wasn’t strong enough&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;… I h&lt;/span&gt;ad to run, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;run far&lt;/span&gt; and run hard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up applying for my transfer from Warrnambool to Melbourne&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt; lying to m&lt;/span&gt;y then girlfriend saying that I wanted to move so that I could be closer to my sister when she came to Australia and for my course and stuff, just to justify me having to leave her. These reasons were/are also valid reasons for my move but the real deal is that I needed to get away, run away from the snares I’d set up for myself. G&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;od&lt;/span&gt; was giving me a way out of that life and I was gonna use it without hesitation. I needed to e-vac so also ran away from Australia. I went home. Home is always a good place to get back into your old shoes. I was able to start picking up my pieces in my life that were misplaced or broken obviously with only the hel&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;p of God&lt;/span&gt;. God gave me a second chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God sentenced Dee to death. Locked him up and put him on Death Row… Every now and then I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;hear&lt;/span&gt; him screaming from his cell. And to be honest there are parts of me that miss him. I know though every day that passes and that execution date draws nearer his shouts become fainter and fainter as he loses hope of escape. (the dude has tried some prison break stunts but God the Guard and Keeper of my soul has caught him every single time)(Come thru) This is my personal co&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;nfes&lt;/span&gt;sion. Dee must die!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7614431258730171034-3131862242068930674?l=ndumi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndumi.blogspot.com/feeds/3131862242068930674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7614431258730171034&amp;postID=3131862242068930674&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614431258730171034/posts/default/3131862242068930674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614431258730171034/posts/default/3131862242068930674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndumi.blogspot.com/2006/08/dee-must-die.html' title='Dee Must Die!'/><author><name>Ndumiso M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17909245825120769809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zV2zkI3ER08/SRGQmFmXKHI/AAAAAAAAADU/IrKycxmMUC8/S220/Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7614431258730171034.post-4525616556790762641</id><published>2006-08-15T20:27:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T20:48:02.949+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='who am i?'/><title type='text'>Coming Soon....</title><content type='html'>Hello everybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to my transitional site... Transitional? You might ask. Well &lt;em&gt;Champs&lt;/em&gt;, the &lt;em&gt;truth is&lt;/em&gt; that this is all about me.... LOL! No, this to me is an opportunity to catch the transition on record. This is my opportunity to see the exit of the guy formally known as Dee and the transition to the man i was born to be... Ndumiso. So when you see coming soon as the title of my first blog, please do not be confused. Understand that Ndumiso is coming soon and the guy that people once knew as Dee is now taking his place in the most recent chapter of my history book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i invite y'all to come join me in the journey through my mind, deep in my soul, with my left turns and consequent right turns. My insights, my contradictions, my confusions, my inspirations, my journey. Welcome this all exclusive look at the world of Ndu.... &lt;strong&gt;COMING SOON....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7614431258730171034-4525616556790762641?l=ndumi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndumi.blogspot.com/feeds/4525616556790762641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7614431258730171034&amp;postID=4525616556790762641&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614431258730171034/posts/default/4525616556790762641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7614431258730171034/posts/default/4525616556790762641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndumi.blogspot.com/2006/08/coming-soon.html' title='Coming Soon....'/><author><name>Ndumiso M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17909245825120769809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zV2zkI3ER08/SRGQmFmXKHI/AAAAAAAAADU/IrKycxmMUC8/S220/Profile+Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
