Being broke is temporary, being poor is eternal. 

It is honestly all in the mind. Poverty is only a state of mind, and believe me, it takes the power of the mind to change things. It all starts from a thought – if you can think about it, you can achieve it; just the philosophy of converting that thought into something tangible. Let us rather call it a pregmatic process, rather than a philosophy. 


Poetry – The Soul 

​Too much pressure exerted on this soul

To a diamond it could turn

Bad emotions ignited upon it but somehow

It don’t burn

Starring out the window, through

The pain is how it learns

The dismal distortion of reality disempowers

It to discern

The harsh reality summons to this soul


Which is as hard as a born-sinner trying to

Change to be better after a confession

The evil is in vain, felt in the blood when

Active leaves an indelible transgression.
Myself is the king of my soul without any


Dark cloud or grey cloud I will always


Having a smile even on the phase it moves

Through, despite all the


This soul might be lion-hearted but it has

No pride

It has made so many mistakes it shows it

That it has tried

Like an ocean let it flow amongst its

Peers with a low tide

Expressing these words, there is nothing

To hide

Its heart was broken like an object that man


Adding more pain with reality


Subtracting all this pain, it encounters

The light

Because the reciprocation of darkness

Brings the presence of the light

The soul discovered a method just to

Make things right
It is now feeling uplifted, at the top

Like an exponent

By faith it was the known destination

After all those moments
The soul is yours

Remmogo Phukuile

Tell them your story without saying a word… 

Do you believe that what you wear – your style, has the power to convey a message of who you are to others? It is very flabbergasting to get creative with what you wear, actually it’s all about how you wear it because everybody dresses but what really makes you stand out is how you dress. 

An epitome of exquisite style. 

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“Fashion is what you buy and style is how you wear it. “

Poetry – La Petit Mort 

​La Petit Mort

Chickens killed is fowl play

Miscellany o’ death or euthanasia is poignant 

And not as therapeutic as the smell of a bouquet

i am nihilistic 

And yet do not understand death 

Without a stab wound

i still fear the sheath

Holding a knife, any victim will

Be driven mad soon

Death is inevitable

We cannot take the key out of ignition

When it drives us mad

Doom! Doom! Dead!

A Cockroach is dead

You might soak in red

You might choke in bed

Still, we are prisoners

And death our jail

Inescapable, we tried

But we failed.

Anatomy will be the death of me

We live, we die

Why not let it be?

By Remmogo Phukuile