Jealousy - A frivolous expense

“The grass looks greener on the other side" a well-known aphorism, often exalted by those who are engulfed by self-contempt. The grass only looks greener on the other side, if you look at it. If you mind your own business and fix your focus on the devout goal of ameliorating yourself, miraculously, your grass might even become brilliant green vis-à-vis the one from the other side. An irrefutable fact; you came alone into the world, you shall also depart alone. There are gobs of individuals who populate this Earth. Hence, we tend to be feasibly tempted into deviating our focus from our own lives, and end up overly admiring other people’s gardens and hoes. And, as we all know, excess may eventuate a peril.

Jealousy is subsequent to overly perusing other people’s success nor progress that you end up developing apathy for your own; you end up being oblivious to the great features you possess. It is the reason why we have murderers, hitmen, witches, traitors and all kinds of solicitous behavior we witness in the Bantu communities. All humans were born with talents and purpose but not all humans choose to fulfill their devout purpose on Earth. All humans have 24-hours, have brains and are all disparate. In lieu of abhoring one another, we should focus on ascertaining our own desires, needs, limits that limit us and eradicate them, talents, skills, on helping, enlightening and empowering one another; but mostly, focus on sempiternally ameliorating self. If all humans really spent their time ameliorating themselves, then the world would’ve been a better place. 

Unfortunately, the love of power is the coin of the realm.

In Africa, both in the rural areas and in the townships, you find that children at schools are different and they have different abilities. 

This means that their performance and results will vary greatly. The amazing part is that all students are offered the same learning tools, sufficient period to learn; however, not every student has the same intentions. Some are there to learn, gain new knowledge and skills, and advance; most, are just there to kill time. This is usually done by those who lack understanding of most of the content that is being taught. The biggest mistake is, mostly, the reaction of the students towards their lack of understanding of that particular subject. The part that exacerbates the situation is when the teacher eschews being the bigger person by attempting to find a more considerable way to respond. As an adult, you need to apply your cognitive abilities in such situations; not emotional abilities. The teacher, then, falls into the trap of providing a mutual reaction to that of the problematic student, and that immediately demotes the educator to the student’s level, and a chaos erupts. If not so, the teacher inevitably develops utter contempt for that particular student, and because the students are vulnerable species; the hatred that a teacher develops for that particular student, will inevitably be contagious and all other students who are devoutly in accordance with the teachers Code of conduct, will subconsciously abhor that particular student, and that’s what perpetuates segregation in a classroom. Imagine, how small a classroom, in a black school, is but the segregation in that environment is capable of surpassing the one apartheid had, and democracy still have. 

Segregation is rife in Bantu communities, it’s so sad; actually, it’s an utter calamity. There’s an anti-nexus between overachievers and underachievers, between the teacher’s pet and the preponderance of the students; actually, segregation is enormously abysmal than meets the eye. Segregation, is usually subsequent to misunderstanding; then it goes as far as one party developing utter abhorrence for the other. And the implications of an adversarial relationship, aren’t quite congenial; such relationships are most likely to eventuate a Pyrrhic victory. In some cases, you find a child who’s doing exceptionally well, or even tops a preponderance of the students; obviously, such students will get a myriad of rewards, compliments, attention, and even earn a top spot in a preponderance of the teachers’ good books. This insidiously builds a demon of envy within a lot of parents and their children. Most people, particularly in the black communities, don’t only settle for envy; they go as far as wanting to mess up the life of the student who’s doing well and is deemed to have a bright future. Other parents go as far as sending their kids to steal the high achiever's book, textbook, pen nor a page, then go and practice witchcraft on those items in order to ensure that this student either becomes mentally ill, or develop a new trend of performing abysmally bad in their studies to even make sure that they never succeed, in life. Imagine, a black person doing such to a fellow black person, in lieu of using their witchcraft to steal money from our oppressors’ bank accounts, or from the bank itself. No! They’d rather use their gift nor talent of witchcraft to oppress their fellow black people. The taxi industry is one of the most profitable industries in Azania Africa. A simple scenario, in rural areas, the setting isn’t consanguineous to the one at Houghton, or Forest Town, or Saxonworld, or Balito, or Umhlanga Rocks or any of those vaunted suburbs we know of. 

Some parts are developing, I won’t lie, but others have poor sanitation, roads, no electricity, poor healthcare and all kinds of poor you can think of. To think of it, these people lived happily, before colonization, but that’s not the point. A child from, maybe, let’s say Kwa-Zulu Natal, Bergville, for example. The child grows up from a poor family, but has dreams of driving Karl’s machine (Mercedes Benz). His household is in the list of the laughing stock of the village; however, he chooses not to let that limit him or convince him that his dreams will remain a chimera. He drops out of school due to not performing well at school, so he feels formal school is not so cool. The whole village lambast him and tell him how they’ll continue to suffer due to him dropping out of school while they are also impoverished. “Without school, you’ll never be anything” you know the hoi polloi’s dogma. However, they forget that it is, actually education that you require more than school. He chooses the university of Life, he learns through his hustle and it eventually earns him his first taxi. He becomes the driver, he ensures that customer service is the coin of the realm in his business, most commuters love him. His taxi doesn’t even spend 5 minutes in the stop before it is filled and ready to go; eventually, he manages to buy another taxi, and gets his good friend to drive the other taxi and also teaches him the principles. Together they grow the business until it earns him 10 taxis, now all eyes were already on him before he even reached 6 taxis. Bantu people, don’t appreciate such progress, especially if it’s happening to another person, but them. He then decides to buy his friend 4 taxis and tells him to start his own thing, and they continue to grow but as they say “the higher you go, the number of your enemies continue to multiply”. Fast forward, he’s now considered one of the most affluent taxi owners in the village. His home looks like one of those in Top Billing. He’s well respected, now. His wife, decides to cheat with her ex-boyfriend from high school, who happens to be her husband’s rival in the taxi industry. Mind you, this man gets all the praises, the glory, the attention, for not only being opulent, but also providing for the village more than the government can, let alone even the breadwinners can. He’s the household name, in the village, even across many provinces due to his now extended business. His friend, also develops envy. The wife happens to coincidentally see the will, and overhears that her husband is planning to do a codicil; possibly, she knew that he did suspect that she was cheating, but no idea with who. A plot to kill him, swiftly ensues. Hitmen are paid, and they do their job in accordance with their masters’ wishes. A man who could’ve developed the village, is no more due to black people who hate to see their fellow Bantu people rising. 

There are many scenarios, which are based on a true story, we can think of. Jealousy, is truly a frivolous expense because it’s simply obliviously making us help non-Bantu racist people in eliminating our race owing to “population control”. We should make it incumbent upon ourselves to no longer eschew the irrefutable fact that other races are not our biggest enemies; we are our biggest enemies.

Quit jealousy, and focus on achieving your dreams.