"Terrorist" turned to Hero

[Frames of Reference] Croxt:

You're hiding something and once I find it out I'll show you why you didn't have to in the first place. I've been poor before, broke and broken, and I know that most poor people, all they cling to is hope. I wonder why that is. Some of them even lost that. So I'm guessing I could share my struggles and what I thought that we don't give a thought. The only help a poor person would get from you is in the VALUE of what you give them, if you ever choose to. I say value and it hits home sometimes and I say it other times and people don't know what it's worth. We think we've given too much sometimes but is that what they really needed? A sandwhich and some coffee, might never alleviate all the pain but sometimes too, it's really the most you can do. So give without denying yourself a smile of gratitude. Don't give for favours; that's called selling. Give for divine favour. You know? The one that grows you. & don't go out of your way to try and grow yourself you might detach yourself from your roots. You can always bless wherever you are. In your own way. People need different things and basically that's why I'm surprised beggars on the street turned into a business. You don't need to beg if you haven't tried all your means. The poverty mentality sucks the blood out of your ambition and I tell you, don't even try to fight your heart. It knows what it wants. When the doors of opportunities open, and it wants you to step inside, fuck fear and face whatever. It knows that that is what you've always needed. So rise above fear in all it's aspects and dimensions. Don't let the fear in others creep into you. Yes, be careful and real and true. Don't flaw information to bring things your way. I apologize for any erratic behaviour this society must have presented your way but don't you know that sometimes things come and they end? We are not slaves to our situations but to the thoughts of the things that keep us in them. To break free is to waken up and realize that you've always been bigger than that which troubles you. Problems have always been there and I'm not saying bad things will never happen to good people. But don't bring bad things to your good heart because they surely will come. Be driven by the ability to think and think big and no matter how small the bomb you carry in you might seem, you never know the impact it would cause on explosion, of the VALUE you add to this world, until you've acted enough to increase it.

Trigger Fingers

Croxt:

Twitter fingers turned to Trigger fingers. 140 characters for a memorable tribute. Which, to me, is enough ammunition. See, torment is admirable from a distance and once immersed into its depths, you have to recall all those you admired who fought through it well and how they did it to survive through it all. For me, I have always admired courage, speed, strength, power, thoughtfulness, kindness, being considerate, ability to find happiness on your own, flexibility, peace and the ability to love above and beyond our differences. So yah, strength and power are two different things. Because with power you know you won't have to lose a drop of sweat sometimes. & for now. Power, you are accountable for while strength you might just as well depend on it. We imagine a lot of things and we are allowed just as much as we seek. Judged as much by what we speak. When we imagine, we build or destroy worlds and by then do we imprison ourselves or break the bonds that tie us. We have always been free. But what breaks us is even more so unseen. It's in our minds and it deceives us. It seeks to punish because we've "chose" our torment. But what if we could take all the pleasure minus the pain? What if we could breathe fire to our problems and make ashes out of them? Like they could try catch us but if we ran a bit faster, we could easily take off before anyone could grab and cut off our propellers. So we don't even seek shortcuts, they come to us. To those who wait. To those who practice patience. A light focused onto darkness expels it. We seek inspiration instead because victory only meets preparation & you kinda need to know when and how to keep moving when the going gets tough. It's funny how most of these things are not physical yet we torture the body for the pain in our hearts. An umbrella only covers the area under it from the rains and if it stings harder where it bit, throw the covers away and dance in the rains. Amplify your small voice and don't let anything look bigger than you. You are bigger than everything. You are a giant in the midst of everything you'll never fear. So walk with caution not to step on the small ones and move with grace so that everything might be at peace with you. It is well that you may be successful in everything you put your heart to do. So conquer the universe and still keep your soul. You don't have to lose it; you don't have to sell it. Look not for faults in others but build on the things they have that can make them better. Don't ignore those in trouble and could use your help. We become angels like this. Fear no evil even if you hear and see it. Make sure you also don't speak it. Our words are merely a reflection of the going-ons of our minds. Don't be troubled and don't seek trouble. What happens when your trigger-fingers become softer than some chicken fingers?

Umukhonto we sizwe

Croxt:

Burning spears can tear even the most untouched. The heat of the fire melts everything in the arrow's way and once it reaches its destination, it pierces its way into the the depths of the heart. So you can tell that the power of the pullback will drag it further the further back you pull it and sometimes we just have to be taken way back to surge forward into our situations. And, without overstepping the limits, of course. Be careful not to pull back too far till you're snapped out and don't pull back too weak or you will not reach the desired destination. I'll reintroduce myself on many occasions as the spear of a nation worth living in. You never know what you have until it has been released. But still, never regret. If it doesn't come back, go ahead and follow it. Look for it wherever you think it landed. You might find fresh meat in the process. If you can't find it, live on. Life is too short to own just one arrow. The hunt is large and the prepared ones find different ways to feed their families. I've thrown javelins a further distance into the unknown than Julius Yego would ever. So at the least, I know a few things. The prices in the market have risen and the economy is swallowing us whole. There's a hole in my heart and this emptiness I must go and fill. The garbage has surpassed the boundaries of our landfills because apparently, we cook more than we eat. Greedy? I don't think so. But maybe inconsiderate. Like, once we've had enough we're good. We throw away. We don't care enough for the next person. The next person might care enough for us but haven't we already built high walls enough to keep them out? Yeah. We hope for the best but we are not even the best ourselves. What makes us think we deserve even the little that we have? We haven't starved but also, we haven't helped those who have. So I share the little that I have, considerate enough even towards myself. You don't give away all you possess even to feel better about yourself; that never made sense. Sharing is caring and a random stranger staring at my food while I eat is scary. But we can laugh over my plate and talk some more about our fates. Meeting you must have been one of the greats because now that we've met, there's a reason for this. Let's figure it out together without wasting each other's time. If you can't help me then don't cling to me. I'll help where I can; I'll try whatever I can. In it all, I hope that we all win. I'll be the spear to your fears and please be my shield in the enemy's field.

And then, it hits you

Croxt:

"Everybody's got plans.. until they get hit," if I could quote Mike Tyson. How I am a dreamer just like he was, having to dream and reach for the stars and if I was to ever miss a star, then I'd grab a handful of clouds. You gotta do, what you gotta do. Most importantly, what needs to be done. So before you step into the boxing ring, you ready your fighting gloves. Victory only meets preparation. Practice makes perfect if perfect is where you feel satisfied at and still able to step into combat. Pain creates survival yet you could never have known you survived if you never got to walk out of the torment and the fires that once consumed you. Grace. The fighter who boxes with grace gets very good at their job. And with their job, I say their pain. Even in the Bible he suffered. But with great faith, practice, patience, persistence and hope, you never lose a single fight. You throw deadly blows and gravely injure that which attacks you. You put it in its place. Inside the ring, you have to do whatever it takes to understand the other. You observe them in silence and let the pain you inflict on them make the noise. We are beyond being petty. If you can't stand up and be counted then keep sitting and watch your chances miss you. You don't see too far from far low there where you sit. I will be working the night-shift and at least can start paying my bills. I've caused pain to a few and it breaks my heart. Everything is possible and I agree we all need to work on ourselves. No one is really ever perfect. But if we breathe and speak peace, tomorrow's covered. No one really has to worry. When we respect each other, we respect the order and disorder of all other things. We create peace. & when it hits you, make sure you stepped inside ready and prepared enough to win and clench the title in the first round.

A Train of Refugees

Croxt:

Isn't it terrifying to imagine that we are all not the same? Or don't go through the same situations for that matter? I have a train of thoughts and woes, running through my mind and I imagine we all know for those who've been one, you're never really trained how to be a refugee. It just happens. You're never really ready. So you have to run and run for your life. Leaving most things behind. And the ones who stand to profit claim victim sometimes or pretend not to be involved. They shift blame and they attack in the pretense of helping. The hand that feeds should never be bitten. And it's unfortunate if the hand does not know it's not supposed to be bit. That it can fight back. So they play games. On each other. For power. Those who deserve power are those who rise in their courage to do right in the face of so much darkness, not the ones who rise up by inflicting pain and fear upon others. To intimidate and belittle others for the money power you have is to defeat the strength hidden in thought. See, the stage of power on play today shows skewed priorities. They run for the worthless and sometimes skip over the most worthy. The good does not force itself onto others and things. It only walks into welcoming warm embraces. The evil pastes itself wherever. "Like me, like me, like me" -even if you're unlikeable? "Yes, yes yes. Even if I'm unlikeable." Haha. But on a serious note, when they play these games sometimes it's all a scheme of plots. Someone creating problems and tragedy for others just to reach to his selfish goals. Let's not lie to each other. We are all human and we have to respect each other, all BiaS aside. Everyone deserves to be respected. But treat also the one for the evil which they create. Correct them, show them, make them understand. If they do not change their ways, strip the power off of them. We are all now fighting even from the smallest bits of our existence, to be equal or better. Different people want different things. And the refugee wants and seeks solace. A new place to hide away from home. A new place to sleep for home is no longer an option. Even if there's need to boat to the next safest land. Even if it means losing your wife and kids to a capsizing boat. F*. The waves know no tragedy. Walking miles on top of miles to run away from terror. Wounded, blistered, tired, afraid. It's never fun. Some running away from running bullets. Tell me how fast and lucky you gonna have to be for that one. Bombs dropping like everyone's making a mixtape. Crying babies carried behind on the women's backs and others wrapped on their father's chest or little legs dangling from his shoulders. Hungry. Terrified. Hoping not to step on a landmine. I think they were called that to signify just that. "I own this land now, it's mine, so run for your lives." I have immense disgust for greed. Greedy people are impatient people and impatient people stumble often unnecessarily. And in their grief of stumbling they plot evil ways of making a comeback. Tell them this is not a game. We have had more than enough pain. Remind them that a train full of refugees was stopped halfway and all of them were kicked out. What are you gonna do? Lie down on the tracks? Yes yes yes yes they did. Nowhere else to go. Show some mercy and have some compassion. Prepare your arms and welcome them home even if it's now home far away from home. They did not plan for it. They do not deserve it. Turn your energy to the ones causing this havoc. Condemn them. Put them to light. Fight for what is right. They are to blame if anything. The ripples cover a larger distance than expected no matter how small the pebble is. The evil decisions of others affect even the good so protect the weak. Remind them often the sun shines on those who choose to step up to the plate. You don't need to stay in the shadows for too long. Know where you've come from, what you didn't like and what is worth fighting for. Speak for the voiceless and see your dimensions grow bigger. Let yourself run free in the tracks and set the train full of refugees free ❤️

Respon6ixibility

Croxt:

Respond to your situations as they present themselves. Right now, I'm holding my bottle of Hennessy, drowning in some petty situations I'm yet to put a finger to. Hennessy V.S Cognac is pretty decent, but I would much rather have my Courvoisier. The emblem of a team worth cheering for can be tarnished, this I know. So I guard my heart and take care wherever she needs to go. I'm down on one and heroically throws my fist in the air. You know you are winning if you can't remember the last time you lost. A shit ton of work to address and her dress is on the floor, I, being caressed. Her hair undresses my scent senses and I can't recall the last time I was this impressed. The crowd roars in exhilaration galore. Ecstatic chants and wild songs. They sing today as if tomorrow is a dream come true and yesterday a blur in the distant far. My ego has learnt its place and it stays in check. I never let things like these crowd my mind. I've almost mastered greatness. You know you've started from the bottom if you've reached a height you can't look down upon. So you create a path even unwillingly because those footprints of hard work and pain do not just rub out that easy. Greasy. Uproot the weeds from your garden and water it with praises and good vibes. Grab some popcorn and watch the flowers bloom like they wanted freedom so bad. It's that unprescribed bliss. You kiss the lips that are ready for you and shut the ones that choose to speak evil. You decorate your heart with glad tidings and festoon your mind with beautiful hopes. Don't let the artificial things choke up your happiness, you're better off far away from conceit. Humble yourself and glow your true self. Don't force things, even the ponytails. Even that wedding. Don't do beyond you to earn praise. Do it for yourself. Nike. Just do it. & do it nice. The pressure helps us grow and if we're strong enough, we don't explode. So chug this bottle to the last drop and fight back against the inaccuracies. Let your judgement be flawless and your arguments credible. If it's not true, if it's not kind, if it's not nice, if it's not necessary; don't say it.

15 Seconds of Fame

Croxt:

Double-tap, tap tap, into the love and affection for that which you see. Flames. If you like it, put a ring on it. A ring of love and let the others know you're unashamed of that which you find pleasing. Blue dots join progressively to form an opinion of the skies above. If you can't solve the problems down here, how will you be able to solve the mystery of the creator? Stop running away and address what disturbs your peace. That's why you are here. To be great and famous and still not use that platform to fight for the afflicted you know about is to be blinded by wealth. Compassion. You are not worth the praise if you do not deserve it. Or if you forget why you started. The faith we have in you is power we've given to you. Any word you said will be considered at least by someone. So speak to make things right. Work to heal and inspire. Make life easier and better for those who you can. That's how you deserve praise. When you leave all else and shape brighter futures. Comfort the deserted and light up the dark homes. Build a shelter for the homeless and prepare food for the hungry. A Ferrari for a birthday present would make such a difference. But do it your own way. What excites your suppressed desire to help. Music is never enough, your image is not enough if it doesn't symbolize the face of freedom. Breathe hope to the world and you will be blessed a million-fold. You reap what you sow. Don't sow hate in people's hearts, don't sow division. It will end up breaking your soul into pieces. Understand the other person's position and we are way past negative criticism. You don't build by discouraging and labelling inferior names to those you meet. We are not any better than the next person. To be a nice person in the face of someone and a plotting snake behind their back is to cut your dreams short. You give them your power and once you bring them down, they go down with it. But once you build, you grow with them. You fight with them and you win with them. Be grateful for everything. Don't project your pain and regrets on others. You kill two birds with one stone that could have been dislodged by the other bird. Be brave, never stop fighting. Never stop standing for those who can't stand for themselves. You will know peace when the world around you swims in it. You will love peace if you fight to protect it by shutting down the evil and muting their 15 seconds of shame.