It is not enough 

I got inspired and I saw it fitting that I should share these wise words with my community. As we are chasing our dreams we need to be in the right mindset so that we can achieve optimum results. Be motivated and share with others.
“There is no prize out there. The only prize is this one [points to self], and what you feel, and what you want to accomplish… 
I mean, to want and to be ambitious, and to want to be successful is not enough. That’s just desire. 
To know what you want; to understand why you’re doing it; to dedicate every breath in your body, to achieve… If you feel you have something to give, if you feel your particular talent is worth developing, is worth caring for, then there’s nothing you can’t achieve.
 You’re going to grow up with your colleagues. You’re going to watch them have success and watch them have failure, and you’re going to watch how they deal with it. And they can be as much a teacher for you as anyone here, or anyone who’s privileged enough to come here and speak to you.”
Kevin Spacey 

pretend

I used to pretend not to notice however I did, I noticed every single thing. Damn for you!
I hate pretending, therefore I hate pretenders. I see people come with many different intentions. They come to stroke their egos, they come to pity and they come to benchmark. Pure intentions are very rare these days. I prefer straight forward people because they know what they want, and that allows everyone not to waste anyone’s time.
Just being real cause I am tired of pretending that I don’t notice, I studied and after analysing my studies I was left with a “heavy heart”. Blood is not thicker than water, all blood is water, and all water can be flushed away. My blood was conceived by “water”… so just imagine what I think Blood is to me.
Botlhale • Mos 
I flash away pretenders 

Define

From the day we are born, we start learning how to live in this complex world. The biggest challenge is not to survive but to live, to enjoy and to have an amazing human experience before we return to our spiritual existence again.
I have realised that most of us are chasing some form of success, socially, financially or otherwise. We are at a constant chase however most of us have never seat down and thought about what we are chasing. We have not defined what our perceptions of our desired success looks like, and that makes the journey impossible to complete.
Frustrations are mostly experienced when people are stuck but they do not understand why they are stuck, they find it impossible to ask for help because they don’t know what to ask for, they basically do not know what is wrong but they know that something is not the way it is supposed to be, because they feel incomplete.
“Successful” people know what they desire, and they know how to achieve their desires. Some people are already “successful” but they desire the glories of success. They are chasing the money, the fame and other things which were not part of the actual dream. Some people have the money and the fame but they have not achieved their dreams therefore they are not successful. A lot of people confuse these two scenarios and that is what stops them from reaching a point of happiness, a point where they are living. 

It is important to define your dream. The only way one can achieve anything in life is by defining exactly what one wants to achieve, because without that definition one cannot achieve any form of success because they wouldn’t know how it looks like. There are people who have everything… Think about it!
My dream is to motivate, inspire and teach people how to dream and follow through. I AM DOING EXACTLY THAT EVERYDAY in various ways. That means I am successful. Everything which comes after me doing what I love is the Glory of success.
We desire to live, however we trap our selves in a state of surviving because we cannot define our desires. We are sold everything and we want everything. At the end of the day our happiness, our lives don’t lie in having everything, they lie in that definition we need to all figure out.
Botlhale • Mos

Define the dream

“It is our tradition”

A boy noticed that every time he sees his mother fry fish in a pan his mother used to cut off the head and the tail. He then asked his mother why does she do that all the time she prepares fish. His mother’s response was that she learned how to prepare a fish like that from her mother, and she never asked why they prepared it that way. The boy then asked his grandmother and astonishingly his grandmother said she used to prepare the fish like that because back in the old days they didn’t have access to big frying pans, so they chopped the head and the tail off so that the fish can fit in the pan.
Using this story as an example I want to share my frustrations about traditions. I find myself being the boy in the story on a regular basis when I have conversations with elders in my family. I am a very curious person and I disregard things which people try to force on me while they are unable to explain the roots of the tradition they want me to practice.
Often elders are unable to explain why we do things, like in the story the boy’s mother was unable to explain why she chops the head and the tail off, only to find out the tradition was based on convenience. I am seriously against African traditions because most of them cannot be explained. We are already a “westernized society” so why do we try and suggest that a certain outfit shows respect in serious events, for example men in serious events need to wear jackets as a sign of respect and women wear long dresses. Traditional African clothing doesn’t consist of clothing. It consists of skins. Our clothing is Western European culture so can someone explain to me how does a jacket or a dress show respect ? Its a piece of clothing for goodness sake.
I am African so I will talk about African traditions. We believe in many different things and we want to enforce our beliefs onto others without leaving room for them to belief in what they choose. We also feel offended when people go against “our traditions” 

We have the responsibility to ask why things are being done the way they are being done because when we skip a generation without asking we are going to end up teaching things which we do not understand ourselves, which is what is happening now… frustrated boys and girls who have simple questions but the answers they receive are”it is our tradition.”
If the mother had asked her mother she would have understood that the preparation method her mother used was based on convenience, and she would have amended the method to what she prefers because she has options today. Her mothers method was not supposed to be a “tradition”… luckily the boy’s grandmother was still alive, because if she wasn’t his mother was going to force a “misguided tradition” on him and he would also pass it down because it would have grown into a tradition.
If elders are going to fail to explain why we do things with a better explanation than “it is our tradition” then I rather be the disrespectful rebel. 
Some African traditions are just superstitions, people fear the unknown, people are paranoid and people believe in nonsense which restricts the ability to be open minded. 
To go back to tradition is the first step forward ” – African Proverb 
Botlhale Mos 

A letter to a…


I fought so many feelings I had for you and agreed to be in a friend zone with you because we both thought we would be friends forever. I was afraid to date you because I knew that once we date we would be at a risk of losing each other forever. That was the most stupid thing we did together because we lost each other either way as we grew apart.
We never learned how to love each other at a distance and now it is not the same anymore; even when we meet you seem strange as if I never knew you.
We used to talk everyday and we didn’t run out of things to talk about. We were natural as if we had known each other since birth. We found truth in each other, only to realise today that our truth was based on deceiving ourselves… in my perspective anyways.
Love? Yes I loved you, I couldn’t be apart from you, all the time we didn’t share tortured me; all I wanted was to spend as much time with you as possible. 


We both felt the same love, we both didn’t act on it. We lost each other. I thought our story would receive a movie ending, but we both know how it ended.
I don’t regret our choices; I just have that “What if?” Pacing in my consciousness. I really hope you are doing well because I really miss you.
With love 
Your old…
BotlhaleMos 

Inspired by a romcom ​

What the music did to the lady

I attended an amazing musical experience in a jazz club. The experience had conflicting emotional tones. It was sad but it was beautiful. It was beautiful but it was painful. It was painful but it was joyous… it was a crazy musical experience, it was genius!
As I was sitting there enjoying this experience and occasionally standing up to dance I was drawn to this beautiful old couple. It seemed like they were on a date. The man was white and the woman seemed Arabic, very beautiful couple. They enjoyed their meals and they shared a bottle of wine using one glass.
As I said the music was so amazing, the lady stood up and walked towards a group of people who were dancing, she joined as if a different spirit had just consumed her. Everyone started to observe her, as she danced her beauty started to illuminate and it filled up the venue. The old man watched her from his seat, he was so intrigued and charmed as if it was the first time he had saw her dance like that. After a couple of songs he stood up, walked towards the dancing crowd, towards her beautiful date and once they reunited on the dance floor the spirit took over the gentleman as well and they danced to this beautiful musical experience.
It was crazy… it was beautiful 
I thought to myself; “damn life is not a human experience, it is a spiritual experience” something so simple as sound, influences the human existence in an incredible way. It changes their entire existence because when the sound is present the spirit takes over the body and we do what we wouldn’t normally do with our bodies when the sound is not present. We become more of our true selves.
The importance of art in my existence is that it allows me to live, it allows me to feel it allows me to think it provokes me in so many ways. The presence of Art completes me. It is therapeutic.
It is a spiritual existence, therefore we need to keep nurturing the soul.
BotlhaleMos

In the Jazz club 

Nice

Why am I nice to you when you abuse me? Why am I nice to you why you live a good life because of me but you are refusing to pay your dues? Why am I nice to you while I am always thinking about you in the worst way? Why am I nice to you when you continue to do worse things to me? Why am I nice to you when love doesn’t exist between us?
I am nice to you because you took advantage of my vulnerability, you taught me dependence and I depend on you.
I am nice to you because if I don’t be nice I will suffer beyond how I am suffering now.
I am nice to you because I might be afraid of you, and I dress up my true feeling with love.
I am nice to you because you made me your slave and I can not think independently.
Well right now I need to stop being nice to you and learn how to be nice to myself, and live or die with the consequences of not being nice to you.
The worst thing that could happen to me is that I could die, and the best thing is that I could live. Right now being nice to you makes me feel dead… maybe literal death could be the beginning of my life.  
BotlhaleMos 
I cannot continue to be nice to you.