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Why do we fail or fall?

Why do we fail or fall?

Lessons from a cyclist falling twice in one journey

Why do we fail or fall? That is the question I had to ask myself after an incident as I was writing an article on the seven ways of bringing in your failure to yelp in bringing your success (not this one). The fence ran parallel to a lot of lands my parents rented connecting business centres. The road is not busy and a girl rode her bicycle passing by as I watered. As I fixed my eyes on her I had not much in mind more than admiring. But she fell before she could disappear from my view.

Her riding was good. How did she fell? She explained to me as I rushed to the scene to help her up. A plastic sachet, empty now, caused her front wheel to turn some degrees off the actual direction. The back wheel couldn’t miss stepping over the same hazard and increasing the angle in degrees. Her momentum kept pushing her in the line of her actual direction but the bike had picked another direction.

Where I stay we milk the cows. Allow the milk to go for days until it develops some lumps. Bacteria accumulates in such milk and it renders it “decayed milk”, but all is safe for consumption and it’s sour milk. Diary companies can also pack it and sell it plastic sachets. Lying in the path of a cyclist, a single sachet here became a problem as milk fat greased one of its plies to move swiftly opposite the one underneath.

Yet thirteen metres from her first scene she had fallen down again. Moved by the crowd laughing she wanted to disappear fast but she simply fell again. Why would they laugh? Is it ideal anyhow to do things in a hurry or terribly because people are laughing?

“What to do?” She asked.

“You feel that you must ride? Don’t ride again until you can.” I said.

When someone says do what you can. S/he is simply telling you to do what’s in your capabilities. She is an expert, right? But current conditions meant that she was not able to ride in that meantime. Her hands were shaky. Her knees needed more time to recover from pain. Making a sacrifice to ride at this point wasn’t ideal. Because she was going through an inability phase.

When someone says do what you must. He is simply urging you to make a sacrifice. The sacrifice to be made was simply walking away on foot. But in most cases, we sacrifice on anything in and out impossible than on difficult but possible things.

Just because you have fallen down it cannot mean that you cannot fall again. Once you fall you need to work on your way up and on keeping yourself up totally.

She had fallen once. It was not her fault. Her second fall brought into question her part in making each fall including the first one. In the last, anger the feeling of being embarrassed all came in and combined with that inability phase.

A quick answer to why do we fail or fall is simple. We fail because we are not invincible. We fail because success must be harder to attain because success is not for everyone.

She probably saw the planting lying ahead but she simply aimed at it. We, therefore, fail because we sometimes fail to perceive a threat as a threat. It is harder for each one of us to perceive a threat as a threat without understanding it. She didn’t know that the laws of motion would interfere in the midst of her journey to prove her experience wrong.

If she was aware of the physics chances of understanding the magnitude of her threat were low, and there was supposed to be a big lag between her seeing the threat, analysing it to its core and understanding it as a threat to finally avoid it. We fail, therefore, because situations normally don’t give us plenty of time to respond.

She rode her bike as a cyclist. But a certain situation required her to be versatile to understand some physics in her journey.

She was in a hurry. All that mattered was arriving, and second in her order of importance was arriving safe etc. Such an “order of importance” became a cause for her falling. Arriving safely is important and we usually forget that in our journeys in life.

The second fall happened because she was assured that the first fall was the last in her journey. We fail because we are easily assured that we can’t fail anymore.

Each worst moment is a teacher. When it speaks to us we hate it and the result is we don’t learn it and the result is more failure ahead. We fail because failure is one thing that cannot be stopped by our being experts.

Resources and clues. This is how to be resourceful.

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Clues are:

  • Prerequisites to creativity and vision
  • attained by being not wasteful about the resources you have, and not waiting for more resources but just going with the few you have
  • attained through discovering what you’re fully capable after tuning in to your best efficiency or what resources you have and people around you are cpable to produce inside you
  • attained by the most senseless waste of time, money and resources on what others can immagine themselves doing through the same resources and time
  • products of not eating your Newton apple but questioning why is has fallen downwards instead of upwards
  • products of dissatisfaction out of what you’re getting through the resources you have, the time you have and what you are currently foing. That dissatifaction is the lust to have more made out of where they can’t be made. That dissatifaction is a desire to have the least erased and more taking up the place of least
  • what makes the future break out of the stuck present, have what it will need to be a better future. Clues move the present to a better place, so that one day when you future will not have to ask, what were you doing back then to be deserving this?
While creativity is creativity and vision is the best container to put your creativity. Clues are what must power your creativity since greatness is a hidden treasure that a few discover.~SubjectMe 2021, July.

Greatness is a hidden treasure, it takes clues to unlock it

A long-time ago, someone watched an apple falling. He didn’t eat it and it didn’t fall on his head. It only found a man in a contemplative mood. He couldn’t waste chances but have that incident as something that stays with him more than his best childhood memory. History was waiting. A breakthrough in the world of science was all the world was waiting for to get the world to believe in a bit of more science.

A clue is in everything around you. You can only work on the means to get it out. That clue will lead you to your next stage just as it took Philips’ lead in the lighting industry to take the disc into the laser disk. At a personal level, clues are manufactured by your giving the most personal positive use to any resource in your hands. When a smartphone a TV is for entertainment be the only one educated through them. See yourself stuck in a phase your world had been and your ancestors have been.

Find means to break out of that stage of watching apples fall and doing something about it. You can’t stop an apple from falling as you can’t stop your hours dripping into a smartphone. Since you cannot win in a battle of refraining from it, you don’t have to avoid the smartphone.

You simply give it some positive usage in any sense to power your creativity.

Clues and positive utilisation of resources, my personal experience

I was introduced to the internet at seventeen (in 2013), just after I had made my first interference with the digital world. Three months, to be precise, after I had made my first phone call.

Two years after the introduction, I became a mobile game developer, obviously the first among the learners who went past the school that introduced me to it. But because I had none to finance my dreams with, the following four years downgraded my hopes and I shifted into only wishing. I then hoped to become a blogger. I had no resources. Owning my second PC between 2016 and 2018 didn’t get me to meaningfully blog as a few to several hundreds of dollars were what I required.

“My parents are the problem!! They earn enough to pay up to $2000 (a lot of money in my home country, equivalent to $51,000 somewhere) yearly in having me educated.” That’s what I got stuck into from 2017 and up to 2019 as a means to explain my failures. I distanced myself from my failures and enjoyed having someone in my place standing inside my failures. Instead of having two hundred taken off the two thousand and compromise my accommodation, I stayed flat. The solution, I thought, was not in my hands.

When you distance yourself from your failures, you become a double loser. Mandela’s art of going through obstacles was in his famous quote. “I’ll never lose. I either win or learn.”

I’l never lose. I either win or learn.

Nelson Mandela

When I dropped out of college in my final semester, I deleted my Facebook and my WhatsApp accounts (WhatApp is forever deactivated) and blocked any potential callers from the college just to mute my college past. I momentarily became someone with a phone, an outdated Lumia device running a glitchy and discontinued Windows 10 Mobile (charging only up to 80%) with no purpose in my hands.

As a PC productivity addict, the only person to ever use a laptop in setting up an alarm to wake him up from his energy boost sleep which happened between 17:30-18:45hrs as a prelude to a big night study, the phone had to cover up. Although apps like UC Browser were being pulled by developers from the app store as I witnessed, the Windows Store was still open functioning just as it were from the start but a disgrace to Microsoft’s name. I downloaded expense trackers, installed any productivity stuff remaining and bought word for mobile.

A satellite TV service by South Africa’s eMedia is free. It functions through ads, and channels are limited. The TV at the home I stayed at was even far outdated than my Lumia device. And instead of watching movies, I could go straight into currents affairs (BBC and a few news channels available), type all that I could very short but enough to give me a hint in the future. The result was a library of current affairs bigger than a thick volume book when the year ended. It was not my privilege to have the best TV service, but in the same country, someone had not known the very shape of a TV.

The true thing is a mind opens up like a fissure on a rock being weathered. It takes ice to develop it further, but first water collected finding its space in. It takes a tree developing on that rock, but rain and sound nutrients powering the tree in its growth. The water before ice is a clue. The rain before the tree expands its roots and cracking more the rock is another clue. Collect your rain. Allow your water in.

It doesn’t require resources: My world of clues is bigger

I now believe that we are all surrounded by clues essential to open gates to our next stages. The image above is from mechanically sliced slabs of meat. I simply stopped eating only to have it in my right hand. I took a knife and perked off excess meat. “It qualifies as a company logo.”

It may not qualify. But crowding clues out of everything helps to boost your confidence. You kind of see yourself moving to where you wanna be even when evidence is proving that you are not. Having the logos first before achieving anything helped in boosting my faith. On the other hand, logos require hiring someone online to do it or having Premium software running on a big price PC. When I am not with anything in my hands that allows me to hire someone. Clues are there to be with me.

How helpful are clues and being clue-centric in your path to success.

  • With them you are like a player of some pool field games and your winning becomes nothing to do with your starting. You can always find a way out if you finally find your target ball hidden in a sea of obstacles.
  • They boost your faith. Because they create your way out where impossible. Few resources becomes (Tony Robins’) resourcefulness.
  • They create new paths. Hence you’re more creative through them. Where there is a likely harm you create your healing point. A smartphone is a big harm. If you use it for finding your next clue it is not.
  • You to become a productivity addict. So that when you waste you time, you can waste it better and smarter than others. Yeah, its wasting time to be taking all the the news through a smartphone screen as it is wasting time watching a movie all day. But some forms of wasting time are better than others.
  • You don’t wait for another day to be at it. They can help to kill some forms of procrastination affecting you.
  • Clue-centrics force the positive utilisation of resources and fail to stick to the general/agreed/accepted utilisation of resources.

How to outsmart your situation like a pool player?

Tackling the situation: Inspiration from pool table games.

Imagine a situation in your life. Play it like a pool player.

When a win is nothing to do with you start. When a loss is a Mandela loss, the one kind of a loss Mandela denied to accept it as a loss but a lesson that will make it into the ingredients of the next win. This is the inspiration we can read from some pool table games and those who play them. These are games where a win is how things are at the finish. A two-year-old cue (stick), outdated resources can win get someone a win over an enemy with the mos capable stick.

All happens through the cue/stick (metaphorical). There is no physical strength, political strength, etc., required to make the statements, to have something that can sink to claim a win. This game reminds us of a Disney movie, Zootopia. There we witnessed a  bunny cop, the city’s most unsuitable candidate for cracking criminal rings, becoming a hero instead of elephants.

But sometimes you create some space in your play just to witness one you’re playing win through it. This mean, in a relationship situation, when you sign up to be in love, to be a parent or someone special to someone, it takes your losing to have a relationship for both, to have the family winning. Sometimes you have to lose for the sake of your winning relationship and winning family.

You can watch O’Sullivan playing against Wilson on YouTube in the F10 finals. But your need to be inspired by the commentator’s words: Generally Speaking he’s not just playing well he’s playing properly.

As if the manual book of pool table games, someone’s game may be all about blocking your path. Obstacles, in real life, can be humans. Don’t fight them because you can never win. Find your jump shot-way-out. Victory is always about how you managed to drive your vehicle to success in a jungle of setbacks and obstacles.

A tough player invites another (another tough situation) and play to win, or lose but still demands another game. You cannot be a single-player playing alone in a single pitch with six pockets and all balls, faking two sides. Because all you can be is a winless winner.

When you’re playing against a tough situation, it is not every single time you win. When you lose let it be your pleasure to learn the necessities of winning your foe (situation). The winner sometimes is not usually the one who takes the last shots. S/he is the one who doesn’t make a mistake at the last. Ahead is one word. Winning is another. You’re not left behind when you’re not ahead.

Forget about style, Bobby Orr advised, worry about results. Bobby’s words targets you when you are playing against one (a situation) who is good at massé shots (a very difficult situation) which you’re not good at, to not be worried but just to feel adequate because results are what you want at the end, and they alone, not the style you don’t have should not be your worry. Awkwardly, as if Bobby’s advice was a negative Charley Gilkey is with another for us: If it matters to you you’ll find a way. So you better make those massé shots. Jumping over obstacles and hitting straight your target is as if you’re realising that the best opportunity available to you can never be anything else except you.

Hard shots may fail to sink balls while softer ones are good at negotiating pockets and sinking hefty. Sloth it, don’t rush it.

In much of the pool table games. Experience is always the count of games you have played as it is how many you lost but still kept finding new opponents (situations) to fight again.

All happens on the table (also through the stick if you still remember). You just have to do what the table thinks you should to win. Keep your attention in one place. Build discipline relevant to where your attention is.

When someone makes a sting of massé shots and triangle shots, all sinking their targets, but still fails to win. The inspiration here is, A GOOD RECORD IS A WINNING RECORD. The best player knows how to do that a winning player should know what to avoid and avoid what to avoid.

Winning is not a decision you can make. It is an outcome of what you have done.

Don’t rush the break shot. Take your time. You obviously have to scatter all balls on the table and have your cue ball in the middle of all the object balls, and then sink them mercilessly while keeping your position in their midst. If you do that you can be the one sinking all before your opponent does before your situation speaks back. Master the game. If you are to win be in the middle of the situation. When you fail, don’t put someone in a sea of your failures (i.e. don’t blame someone). Be in the middle of your situation. Your situation also includes your falling past and the wins you want.

It is your arms that are that should be at service when it’s your time to cue. The part around your elbow is the big deal in the cueing hand, your hand hold the cue in the cueing hand, the joint that connects the arm to the whole body and collaborating muscles plays also a bigger part. The bridge hand stays idle as the cue glides through or over its fingers. The true fact is, while all this happens your body must be inclined, be all in but not to be the big deal to have you take a better shot. You can’t put your legs together like a saluting soldier while taking a shot because if you do, you’re only complicating what you shouldn’t.

Know how to stand it (the situation) and fight it with what you must fight it with. Only you should be all best willing to achieve what you want to and live like an achiever before you become one. Only you must be all in.

~Inspiration from sports personalities: SubjectMe (Personal Diary)

Be ‘materialistic’ in your youth, when decline creeps in cease to be and share. Africa is missing it.

Why Africa is not developing? Having had some the likes of Ghana better-off in the early 1960s to China, that is a question not to ask but to answer. But I found myself answering it to someone as if he had asked, “What part I can play/I should have played?” My answer was a diary entry and it explained the situation at a personal level, not the government policing. Where I involved the government I was blaming it for not encouraging another culture, a culture of creating wealth. Creating wealth is not accumulating wealth.

In Africa we give. We don’t sell. Too much double entry no cash involved, no money and wealth created.

On the morning of 28 June 2021, we were working in the fields. When my mother switched a topic to our poverty and how it was increasing over the years I couldn’t hesitate but cast my simplified words. When a relative in the town comes here, I said, in a BMW X6 he must load in the fuel tank his $100 only to be asking for two baskets of avocados in our garden for free. In fact, we give him before he asks. The whole village does that. Before two avocadoes are eaten in our house forty are already given to neighbours.

The motive to produce more is money. What more can we produce when we give free?

An area with the potential to be home to millions of avocado plants hosts only several thousands if not hundreds. A processing industry related to avocadoes including the cosmetic industry is discouraged to form.

In the town, the story is the same. When a brother gets some money in excess this year, knowing that it is not an opportunity to show up again, he builds two houses with the motive of giving his relatives from the rural side a place to stay when there is a need, not ten houses and become a business guy in housing. The more we produce and sell is the more money we create.

As I went on criticising our culture of giving, mother found someone to talk to but father moved in closer. He argued against me saying that I am a materialist in my view of things. He couldn’t find my sense in my arguing as I appeared to have attacked him in person. Having owned the villages first water pump and the power, we planted fourteen orange plants in 2014 and I was eighteen. $1200 was the bank loan my father requested for buying the grafted plants. Fourteen plants cost a hundred dollars, one seventy-five was the total we could have planted out of that loan, get another and buy another lot, plant more and end up with thousands of trees. Because such trees were planted after father said, “my grandkids will have a taste”, the motive to plant more than fourteen was not there.

Here the culture of giving is a culture of attachedness that makes resettlement schemes fail. Rural and urban people don’t de-attach themselves from a place, they establish themselves. So they will never follow an opportunity when they get to feel that it’s there in the country not here.

If I was being badly materialistic why people around me were feeling that their earnings were never adequate at any time and wishing that their child a good job especially overseas in Europe and America where he could earn and forward the excess via Western Union. From cigars that were being smoked to our dressing, we were feeling that there was not much and we were even struggling to have a matchbox with contents in it anytime we needed to light up the fire at our fireplace but, at one point in our life, we were afforded as a family to buy beer for the whole village anytime we partied. We couldn’t take our money where our sweat was and we couldn’t give materialistic thinking to our sweat.

Our people work. Work is their history. Their sweat stays unrewarded.

We want prosperity, that moves us. We toil daily. When someone preaches it. We think he’s being materialistic. In mid-June I have to know the following list as a work cycle:

  1. We work and work in Africa, and since one must learn to end up affluent in it, young kids concluding their infancy begin to be thrown in it. “We’re training them,” we defend ourselves when we are accused of perpetrating child labour.
  2. We believe that except it’s an office or salaried work, work is sweat.
  3. There is no drafting table, there are no books read. We don’t take our past in so that it can educate us and guide us into the right course of action so that when I finally get a chance to plant I plant thousands not fourteen.
  4. Sweat, here in Africa, ends up alone and it can never turn into sweet. We give it away we don’t sell it. We want to be employed we don’t wish to employ and we are colonised into work after we were already working people.
  5. What’s the problem? We ask ourselves.
  6. We are not putting much sweat. This answer simply keeps coming up because we are taught from the age of five that work is sweat. We work extra hard, and we are back to item 1 in this list. A seventy-two-year-old can still be working in the field and die a worker.

In a short book Why I dropped out of college in the final semester, I accused formal education of training only employees when its task is that of addressing poverty here in Africa. If you’re to read it you will find that I was beaten for saying that when I grow up I want to be a boss and persisting when others were picking be a teacher or a doctor as their future professions. If you give anything you’re doing a purpose and do it in that purpose you don’t get a chance to change easily. We learn for that purpose, being employed. Our creativity here in Africa is choked because we are prepared by the education system not to be creative but to wait for an employer and be against materialism. I am not blogging here to offend anyone, but out of $345 I earned last year and $175 I earned during this year’s first half I see myself as a future industrialist, and the short book has much about my story. I had many other needs including clothing, toiletry and commuting in 2020 (everything can be cheaper in Africa) and they claimed a big chunk out of $345 and $175.

While I was writing in my personal diary I came across an article on Quartz. Someone had to pay $750 for his journey to Europe and that is much to give one a start, and one can grow big.

Yes, the leadership can be failing us. But what are we doing on our part? We see the size of their economies we are blind to their start. In their interaction with our history, we see the oppression, we don’t see their committedness in addressing their economies. We don’t learn from, we complain. The start of the likes of S.C. Johnsons must be good lessons, the story of Andrew Carnegie an inspirational exception. So that when each one of us gets that $750 s/he creates a start that is $750 but the first spark into millions of burning and employing business. Studying the situation is necessary so that anyone among us makes a good strategy to finally emerge up.

You don’t start in comfort you don’t have and hope or work to create that comfort. We must balance between materialism and our charitiness. If we don’t, we don’t create an economy. We need to sell first. We need to produce what we can get to sell. After selling we are motivated to produce more. When more of us sell, money circulates and our welfare improves and competition increases. A motive to produce in quantity better products then drives us.

Our youth is once. Our youth is better energy to execute than our fifty years of age. We may wish to but we don’t live our youth twice. We must work now and earn, fail to give now, distribute tomorrow. This is my way of seeing things, and I am not here to taint your brains with it.

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29 June 2021

Sub-Sahara Africa’s culture of giving vs the money economy

Family ties, giving and a culture of giving free after our introduction into the money economy, in my opinion, killed the motive to produce more and more to sell. Less produced and sold is zero prosperity. This is Afrocentric.

The habits of keeping old assets for the sake of it is never good: Impact

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Impact19:00hrs-20:00~ One of our neighbours and a frequent visitor visited by. He explained to me that he intended to sell his tractor, an old one and very outdated that its engine if it can be fixed to run asks for a juice that is a mixture of paraffin and diesel. The challenge now was his wife was resisting, arguing that it be left to their offsprings, the youngest, born after the tractor had long existed, being twenty-six. The buyer was one, and a passerby who was collecting those relics for a museum.

My visitor unloaded all his story expecting me to start gushing out the words of advice suiting his situation but I stayed flat. As a person who can say a lot of such words of advice it didn’t become a surprise to hear him asking why I was silent.

‘You are here asking me what I have to say about our own culture of doing things. We keep them. You’re approaching your retirement age now, and you still find yourself in a quarrel with your wife over a thing you acquired  around your thirtieth birthday, and it’s not even a building that can stand for such time its a vehicle.’ My last pot was on the stove as I was preparing my dinner, I couldn’t waste chances have him believe that a man as young as his last born was with the right words. I went on to give him an example of the very first mango tree planted in the village, it was one, and the grandsons and daughters are proud of having it.

‘Now, someone, seven years ago planted some orange trees and they are selling just right to the green one and I wonder if some are to buy flowers as some form of booking the fruit, but he planted them with a belief that they are trees for the grandsons and daughters. The end result was a small orchard, and while his salary was USD500 when he planted them now its USD100. He can only regret that he couldn’t make the orchard a big one then but he can never have it big now because his salary no longer allow him to do so.

‘That tradition of keeping things for the sake of it, and another of doing the very little that’s only for the memories to stay within the family when more should be done is poverty in itself.

‘If your wife is wrong, you must be as well. You yourself kept the old relic in the garage for fifteen years without a piston firing, and then you think now you must let it go. Why this late? I am asking because the world doesn’t pause to have you deciding and do what you must do.

As our discussion went on, reaching its peak and then dying with his departure, I had learned four more things:

  • It is not about having things that can stay it is about having things that mean value and more value. If you have chance to do big at the start, don’t hesitate, do big at the start. Your pension can be an eighth wonder.
  • Holding on to the old things affects negatively the way we act on what we intent to come up with. The bigger and the better things we come up with are a result of the bigger and the better motives we can have before starting. Motives that used to drive our things in the past are relics to throw away.
  • Holding on needs one to be doing it to the things with a heart , things that can love back not to assets.
  • Much of our success depends on how much trash we turn into gold. If once gold turns into trash its either we turn it into gold or discard it. We must do both fast.
  • Some can last but most assets are a perfume can, once empty, its empty. You can not refill it. Discard or feel the pain of trying to refill. Successful bakeries delivering their own bread in this country can not feel the pain in having a vehicle of their own resign after three and a half year at work or even less.
Meeinrad Socien

This is Impact from SubjectMe

In the darkest moments of my life, I open up my diary which is greatly digital now, and read for solutions. My diary is quite a big one, and I had to find means to share its little scraps with you.

The Impact edition of Socien’s personal diary shorten things for anyone without the need to read the full version of the diary, SubjectMe. You are never alone in the extremes, and you, me, him, her, can find a way out.


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Of all the things that determine an outcome, that should make us super afraid when any outcomes of our undertakings are about to be spelled out time is big decider. We don’t quite have our hands over it, all this resulting in an approach which says the sooner the better so than we can have something better tangible sooner

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01 May, 2021

Bringing the starting line to where you are

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Of all the things that determine an outcome, that should make us super afraid when any outcomes of our undertakings are about to be spelt out, time is a big decider. We don’t quite have our hands over it. Our purpose is usually to do good things the soonest we can. When conditions say “no!”, bringing the starting line closer and start anyway is tremendous respect for time.

The courage to draw the starting line where one is standing just now and without waiting for then, without waiting for all the requirements to be there first, works. The line itself can only look upon one drawing it and see that courage but zero or few of its requirements that it can take as right for a start. When that happens that courage should bear its fruits in one attempting to takeoff.

It takes starting low and having that low produce some. Some that are then harnessed to mean some more, then bounty. This ‘offspring approach’ requires concentration on each of the inputs s/he is employing, because if the employing fails then there is a challenge in finding the replacing input. Deciding is for once, redeciding is for the start not the middle of each phase. Wiser choices are those done through a spectacle that looks deep into the future, not the day after tomorrow. Good choices are done knowing that tomorrow is not for nothing and that tomorrow can add value to the future.

Good choices are not wasteful about time. They are progress.

People are afraid to run without the shoes, the shoes wonder if best runners are people who first put them shoes on before learning to run only to get their talents out of them shoes. The fear of not having when you must have, is the fear of getting to have when you are not having. You can’t have the best you yourself when you are afraid that you don’t have that requirement which is an essential for a good start to get you where will definitely get to have.

23May2021Sun A friend passed by while I was working in the garden. A conversation we had with each other was good. We were discussing about job opportunities, and I had some tough time to convince him to avoid waiting for a job which is never readily available in our Southern African country, Zimbabwe. Above were my words to him after convincing him to do some form of production then sell the produce.

Through a microphone on my $2 set of earphones I recorded my words after pausing the FM radio. This is for you.

Meeinrad Socien

This is impact from SubjectMe

In the darkest moments of my life, I open up my diary which is greatly digital now, and read for solutions. My diary is quite a big one, and I had to find means to share its little scraps with you.

The Impact edition of Socien’s personal diary shorten things for anyone without the need to read the full version of the diary, SubjectMe. You are never alone in the extremes, and you, me, him, her, can find a way out.


Oh, hey, the above entry was first taken as an audionote via “My Diary by Diary App and Notes & Audio Editor & Voice Recorder” and its available on Play Store. A proper top 10 by us is coming soon, and “My Diary” qualified.

Because nothing can break our addiction to it, and to other modern gadgets like it as well, let’s help each other here to give that phone a tool position in our lives. We can’t keep it robbing our precious time.

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Catching and not having it in your hands

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29Apr2021-Thu. During this time of the year, the distance increases between the sun and the southern hemisphere, where my home is located, resulting in the temperatures going cooler there. After casting my nets for the night’s catch on 28 April on a deep site which is what catching fishermen do when the river gets colder (the fish occupies deeper pools to bask in stock of some warmer layers of water and this may allow them to keep feeding).

I felt the season’s chill punishing. The following day when I went to the river to check if my nets had achieved something, my decision was to pull the nets straight from the water while standing outside and pack them for the home where I would pluck the fish from them. All was haste until the unexpected slowed it down not only for the moment but for the day. While I dragged the nets off the water in the manner stated, a fish (Labeo forskalii/Plain Shark) that was reported by a database of fish species, Fishbase, to reach a documented maximum length 36 cm), was in for the drag and it was around 36cms in length. It could have become my personal record but it didn’t because it slipped from the nets; it being caught partially through its dorsal fin and its fleshy lips that makes it a labeo.

The call, one not to be resisted, ‘is come again, and come again next time not only knowing this but ready to do what you know if you are to succeed’.

The frustration of losing what would have become my personal trophy led me into kicking stones enraged. It was a great personal loss a fisherman could not wish to come across because those personal records can make one fisherman feel like a fisherman for sure. As for me, the whole village could have gathered around to see it and I imagined myself placing a ruler aside it and photograph it. But I lost it before that could happen.

You can read: Achievements and success: What makes the lives of achievers?

I didn’t lose. I won something. Next time, so I learned, if I am to have something of this magnitude in my hands, I must be in the water not on the river banks, I must be in the cold not in my jacket, taking the unpleasant cold not the warmth because those few minutes are what gives records or shatter them; compensate fairly the fisherman’s patience or dispirits him/her. I caught a fish, in a big size not documented before in the river as a fisherman, I lost it before none could witness it. Such happen in real life when you get so close to something and have nothing in the final end. The call, one not to be resisted, ‘is come again, and come again next time not only knowing this but ready to do what you know if you are to succeed’.

The best opportunity available to me was me. I lost it because I couldn’t push myself further to get what was mine. Because I couldn’t be in the water, worrying about catching a cold what was mine ceased to be.

That best opportunity available, if it is to be available to oneself, requires oneself to push him/herself further if it is to be realised. You the best opportunity. Prove that you’re there for you.

Meeinrad Socien

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In the darkest moments of my life, I open up my diary which is greatly digital now, and read for solutions. My diary is quite a big one, and I had to find means to share its little scraps with you.

The Impact edition of Socien’s personal diary shorten things for anyone without the need to read the full version of the diary, SubjectMe. You are never alone in the extremes, and you, me, him, her, can find a way out.

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01 May, 2021

I was mistaken for an outcast

What they say you are sometimes is not, but it is their information concerning you (never take it as advice). Sometimes they can go ahead and give you an advice when they are wrongly misinformed. In this Impact section you will learn from first hand experience.

Finding my passion

I caught a fish. My personal record, the biggest of its type I have ever seen coming out of our river. Stating why I couldn’t quite end up with it I picked a motivational offence.

01 June, 2019

Information: Advice and words said without knowing.

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We live in the world of information, where we can’t do without information, can’t avoid information, made better by information and or ruined by information.

To deal with something you can’t avoid learning to ignore what must be ignored quick and take what you must take in. Also, consider it the very much available information, the words people say about you when they say something about you face to face or first person to first person.

01May2021-Sat-11:45hrs. Mom called me into the kitchen hut and asked to settle for my first meal of the day as I seemed to have forgotten that I needed to eat while working in the garden in a very manual offensive, I, myself, having spent four of my hours between 10 pm and 5 am writing. I entered the kitchen hut where upon entering I was savaged with not-so-good words by mom’s friend (ten years older and once her labourer in the past, then now financially sound than her) my mom was having some good time with, her friend being a woman whose grownups assisted me with the USD100 (interest-free loan [my mom had to pay it back]) which my Informativus blog and my fish farming business got parts of their baby steps from. She helped a lot, confronted her sons with the words of how much I desperately needed that USD100 and said to them she was not going to leave ‘their home’ without it.

That aside.

I consider Bantu as one big language with sub-languages and sub-languages housing their own sub-languages and sub-languages of sub-languages having their own dialects.

Mine and her fall into one specific sub-group which includes (Barwe, Manyika, and the greater Shona) among Bantu languages. So, speaking in one sub-language of another sub-language (Manyika>Manyika of Shona) and her speaking in her own (a sub-language of Barwe) we can not only understand each other but express each other very deeply linguistically, without any need of killing parts of our languages that are not popular to both (only it takes some getting used to the way both of us speaks). Deriving it all from the word rombe, which she used, which would translate to a social outcast, one or ‘soul’ where ‘bad lucks’ are thrown in, such that materially the physical being housing that soul can not get to possess anything, she said something that would translate to, “Son, you don’t have to be in the garden after receiving the best education, it’s for the outcasts in the family”.

Rombe is a very spiritistic word which found its usage, where in many cases it shouldn’t, as moderation for ‘bad omened’ etc. She didn’t put in her linguistic fabric or sentences such words like mwanangu (my child, also used metaphorically) or its other variants but her voice was that of a parent or someone with the authority over me, that I as its target could not refuse or could not have any barriers to disconnect it from what’s a piece of advice.

After mom joined her in her assail arguing that I was taking a wrong direction, I calmly fired back like a son back with one of those lines running my mentality and, in other words, my seeing mind: “A salary when its fifty, its fifty. A profit or an outcome of a self-adventure when its zero you can work and think more, and you are free to, to get it to ten when zero is nothing to you, then from ten to two-hundred.

I motivated myself as I walked out of this stand-off, with a plate in my right palm filled with some thick porridge and a perfectly-cooked red-eye labeo fish, smocked beforehand, that one day I would be saying to my mom’s friend that I was not choosing a wrong path back then as an individual, and that, admitting my win, she would be saying, kusaziwa which would translate to, “I didn’t know.” Yeah, that herself did not know that if my starting in a garden after my coming from the university was the good path.

Here in this entry, I am not saying my path was right, but it was my choice, one to keep me happy in this life, and it was not bad. I was even happier earning zero dollars in that garden, but also hoping to change the odds and become someone in my future without the salary, than being a doctor at a government hospital at the same time, being as just my parents and friends wished. But there was a piece of advice. A piece of advice comes from experts and it is expected to have ten times the impact a suggestion could have.

Sometime we take seriously words from people who are not aware of the path we are attempting. To keep our patience glowing so that we may fare well in that path we shouldn’t. Because people can’t help but to have a word to say and say it confident enough as if they are right. They also say something without being right, without the information with which to claim or base their rightness.

Avoid a disaster don’t avoid people. Avoid toxic information, and way of seeing things that is against your path if you have nothing but great faith on your journey.

My mom’s friend wasn’t my enemy, she was the greatest helper in my life. It was her way of things that was not tally with what I intended to be. While two things in us tussled in the background, we both tolerated each other, had to work fine with each other. That created peace between us, and ensured that one generation (mine and me) could become successful through the help from the other (hers and her). What determined my success as a result of her helping hand was only a matter of how I took that help, analyse it only to have it or discard it. She helped financially. When in need of some advice I was with no choice but to put someone in that slot.

Her saying that I was becoming an ‘outcast’ was some sort of help. She was giving an advice, to have me quit my path and return to the right one. That advice even after she followed it with how she wanted to negotiate for me a better place at her son’s home in the town, her arguing that a town is a place for the educated like me, and the garden, where I was getting lost, was for people like her was not correct to my wrong path. I wanted not a place in the town. lt was I who only knew that my business plans wanted that cheaper rural land, to start my fish farming company, a peaceful rural home with electricity to build my blog, Informativus, instead of a crammed high-density corner of the city with a population density of over 10,000 on some forty-five square kilometres.

Low costs living the life, more money left, more meaningful business done, more money made and given away.

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This is impact from SubjectMe

In the darkest moments of my life, I open up my diary which is greatly digital now, and read for solutions. My diary is quite a big one, and I had to find means to share its little scraps with you.

The Impact edition of Socien’s personal diary shorten things for anyone without the need to read the full version of the diary, SubjectMe. You are never alone in the extremes, and you, me, him, her, can find a way out.

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29 April, 2016

Catching and not having it in my hands

I caught a fish. My personal record, the biggest of its type I have ever seen coming out of our river. Stating why I couldn’t quite end up with it I picked a motivational offence.

Bringing the starting line to where you are

Of all the things that determine an outcome, that should make us super afraid when any outcomes of our undertakings are about to be spelled out time is big decider. We don’t quite have our hands over it, all this resulting in an approach which says the sooner the better so than we can have something better tangible sooner.

Not time specific

Finding my passion and building it up, my experience

The passion

Simply put I found it as your loving loving heart over something else. Some say it is not found in that you don’t wake up one morning loving this instead of that, and it takes more than discovering it to have it as your passion. It more than a matter of emotions, that you have something in your mind running there irrationally and growing or changing radically into something rather different than when it first showed up in one. You heart on something is one thing, attending it so that you grow stronger in it is another.

Curiosity disease

It was in 2014 when I started to seriously want to know things that are beyond my stuff in such a way that if they were not given to me through the formal education I received, available to you from the school etc., I had to find means to have bits of them into your knowledge base at any cost. That curiosity was unstoppable, and it sort of rushed against what I was bound to be occupied with when it attacked. A good example is from the diary itself:

My first google search query happened when I was a high school student when our school had installed its WiFi system just for less that sixty computers donated in our library. I didn’t go on and read some Divinity notes and download works by T. Constable from the sites were were told do but I started dig deep into what was internet, and why it was what it was. A year later I was with all the knowledge about how payment are done online, and how each participant in the internet world from Wikipedia to Facebook and from a Game developer to a blogger earns and how some bad things happen there. Whilst computers sucked all of my input into having some knowledge inside me, my grades were falling down.

This wasn’t attention diverted, it was a passion breaking through its barriers including the need for good grades.

An answered call

There is a time when a passion is left alone to fight its barrier alone and there shall be a time when it will be defended.

When the call of the passion is answered, anyone who sort of goes against it and the path you are picking through it becomes wrong. Where there is a sense of danger you see hope. For defending what you love is one of the things you learn to do just as you get to love them. Hence, it is the extend of that defense that may explain the depth of the passion.

The unwelcoming start

When the starting line is miles away from us we reason that it is far away. Well, when a passion catches up with what we do, we don’t reason we work very hard to bring the starting line to just where we are. This stage of having a start where a start is difficulty happens with the few who keeps going, a few who now have an understanding that difficulty is not impossible.

This phase now is part of the buildup process. It is the start that happens against all all odds.

Read also: How to get started and moving

I dropped out of college and I never regretted it. It was only that I tried to conceal it by all means from early 2019 up to May 2021. I left the capital in January 2021 where I was be earning around USD300 a year in the past two only to get stuck in the countryside where nothing, as I was warned can come easy for lazy people. I had to build from zero facing a harsh deadline (May 2021. I had told them I would be graduating then.) for me to have created something by its arrival, something to use as a defence and say ‘I don’t have the degree but I have this and I can pay for my brother’s school fees’.

Building from zero, achieving to have this blog come to life, my first fish farming project and to farm okra that actually sold was a start that wasn’t unorthodoxy. It happened not through confidence. My passion killed the confidence and replaced it with patience. It was no longer about getting USD500 a few graduates I had known in the seminar room who were now employed were earning. It was about that growth factor this blog will discuss much about. It was about growing out of an income and grow that income instead of being established.

Others who earned USD500 were now established, isnt it? They were now sure that in any month they worked for their employers their salaries and hence their incomes were guaranteed to come. What was left was for them was to manage their room in which to dance to the tune of their income.

Growth doesn’t mind a zero. Because it doesn’t give me a room, it doesn’t give you a room. Every time I am with a zero in my hands I am negotiating to have it going up, that where a passion fits in. My love for something wants me first to have some freedom of loving something to give me that patience.

This is impact from SubjectMe

In the darkest moments of my life, I open up my diary which is greatly digital now, and read for solutions. My diary is quite a big one, and I had to find means to share its little scraps with you.

The Impact edition of Socien’s personal diary shorten things for anyone without the need to read the full version of the diary, SubjectMe. You are never alone in the extremes, and you, me, him, her, can find a way out.

Below is a timeline with selected Impact reads.


01 May, 2021

I was mistaken for an outcast

What they say you are sometimes is not, but it is their information concerning you. Sometimes they can go ahead and give you an advice when they are wrongly misinformed. In this Impact section you will learn from first hand experience.

Catching and not having it

I caught a fish. My personal record, the biggest of its type I have ever seen coming out of our river. Stating why I couldn’t quite end up with it I tried to do so from a motivational angle.

29 April, 2021