PIMPS AND PROSTITUTES

MY MIND IS LIKE A PROSTITUTE, GETTING FUCKED FOR LOOT.

THEREFORE I DECIDED TO GET ME A PIMP.

YEAH, A PIMP.

It is my latest discovery as a millionaire-in-the-making that without a PIMP (a person whose job is to get customers for a call girl), you cannot surely make a million.

But what is a PIMP?

Well, there is a PIMP in everyone of us. The job of the PIMP is not to fuck us, but to help our minds get fucked for MONEY. This PIMP I call the Super PIMP. It is actually an acronym that anyone can use to unleash the millionaire power that lies in everyone of us. However, I have copyrighted this acronym. It belongs to me, but can also be useful to you.

P = Provocation

I = Inspiration

M = Motivation

P = Perspiration

Provocation

I have realised in my unbeatable chase for the illusive mill that without the PIMP I am just chasing the wind. But what the PIMP means is that before you even think of making a million you must be provoked. Life must accuse you of all sorts of things: you are a failure, you are poor, you are ugly, you are stupid, you are nothing, a nobody, a Tantulus born to envy others; you are worthless, you are not down-to-earth you belong in the grave. Now, to me, that's very provoking. When I see someone in the BMW X6, I get provoked. When my woman looks at a man with rippling muscles and a bulging wallet more than she looks at me I get provoked. When I always have to borrow cash, beg and cry just to belong, I get provoked. When I have to look at a beauty queen and feel as if I'm not her type I get provoked. What about you? But then what do you do when the situation is like this? What do I do?

Inspiration

I can't just sit there feeling pity for myself. I wake up and study the situation. The people who provoke me actually inspire me to prove them wrong. So far in my life I have proven many people wrong, such that today they no longer really provoke me, instead the expect the best out of me such that I need to provoke myself before I slide back into being provoked by them. So provocation turns into inspiration. I use what I don't have as a chance to have it. Beauty is about the only thing that a person is really born with, the rest we hustle for. We need the PIMP. Are you getting inspired? Are you getting fired up? Are you tired of being provoked? Do you want to reverse the situation? Well, get inspired. Let inspiration make you want to live one more day, want to give it one more try. It will all be worth it one day. But how does inspiration help you actually get down and dirty? How does it help me do what I really want to do?

Motivation

I need to motivate myself. I need to burn the fire within me so that I can do what is necessary to achieve what is desired. That's exactly what you need. You need to look up to someone for motivation. The best way to do that is to have a role model and not be ashamed of it. I have used this to my advantage as a young boy. When I was young I looked up to three people. First, it was the late Tupac Shakur, who made me want to stretch my mind on the rap fraternity. So far everyone who has ever heard me rap thinks I am the best rapper in the whole world. Sometimes when I listen to myself rap I can't help but feel that way as well. Second role model I looked up to was writer Goodenough Mashego, who was just a friend from the hood. I saw his name in magazines and newspapers and I wondered how a ghetto hustler from Shatale could achieve such height. I read his short stories, his short poems, his short movies and his nationally published articles. Sooner than I knew, I was all over the news and magazines. I was so inspired that I never even did any journalism course at tertiary level, but today many journalists at journalism school can't even dream of reaching my level. Third role model is a small time preacher and motivational speaker, Amos Mbiza (previously Amos Mathebula), a former classmate at Orhovelani High School in Thulamahashe, Bushbuckridge. He was just a skinny dude from Mozambique who used to sleep only 4 hours because he had many books to read and a lot of prayers to make. He used to be so persuasive with words that I looked up to him. Today, he has made a name for himself as a preacher and head of a church in Gauteng. He dresses better than anyone I know so far and has married a beautiful woman for himself. He also owns a fashion label called Celebrity. I used to train under Amos, taking lessons, directly and indirectly. Today, I am the Supervisor running a super revolution into Prosperity. Although I am not a motivational speaker, I am a provocational speaker and deep down I know he was my mentor/role model. Those who listen to me speak now are always sparked into taking action to make their lives better. I have people whose businesses are flourishing because they listened to me. Now, that's motivation. So, what do you do after being motivated ny someone you look up to? What do I do?

Perspiration

After motivation I realised I needed some serious action. Motivation is a force that drives a person into action. You are not motivated until you do something about the power you feel. Too much power and little action will burn you out. You need to perspire, you need to sweat in some hectic and thoughtful action. People don't give a shit how much Anthony Robbins motivates you; they don't care if you have read The Secret; they give a shit about the results you are getting. Today I have learned to perspire. I too sleep a very small amount of time and wake at 4am. I read books that are related to what I am doing. I stay up in my room-cum-library-cum-office-cum-studio reading, doing paperwork and producing music. My partner in crime, Ntate J Modise, is on the street selling his debut EP, Jeso, and people are buying the CD. While I am at work making an extra R7000 take-home, he is also going back and forth trying to get our company sponsorship. Lately we are caught up in business profiles, tax clearance certificates, company stamps, company logo, posters and other things that make a music company work. We are producing our own muzik, manufacturing the product ourselves and distributing it at the same time. During weekends J is Deejaying for an extra R1000 for the whole night. I usually knock-off from work and stay with him all night, at the aid of Castle Light/Marzen Gold of course. We are perspiring. Our dream is not to be on TV; it is to own TV. We have serious other projects that we are tirelessly working on. Government is about to give us a piece of its pie, and it's all thanx to hardwork.

This is the PIMP I am talking about. As I said, this is the place where I diarize my way to the top. If you need provocation, you can give me a call and I will help you help yourself into becoming what you want.

When last did you pray? What did he say?