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04/01/2018

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07/07/2017

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28/04/2016

.i mean i have been active the past few month's doing this and that and i have totaly left you guys in the dark with story of my life, but i decided that its all up to you guys whether i should continue or not, but im currently busy with another production called Die Verlore Seun that will continue after story of my life. So die besluite is julle se om te neem. Should i continue or not. So start voting or . The votes will decide. Enjoy your day and upcoming weekend. God bless

23/03/2016

sometime all she ever want to feel is to be loved

16/03/2016

Story of my life by-Justin Malgas

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Its the year 2006 and im 12years old. Me and Mother went to Port-Elizabeth. I had no idea what was going on or why im being dragged along, but i did enjoy the trip and the fact that i had no school that day. Ek se mense mah die Baai is groot. It was my first time since i can remember and yes i have been to P.E before that i just cant remember. Well today seem like a bonding day for me and mother as she took me out to King Pie. I think it was the year that the franchise opened. Anyway there i was eating some chicken and dinge. I went to cash crusaders to just take walk and left mother for a while. Nee ek sou nie verdwaal het nie die winkels is langs mekaar. So all of a sudden when i came from C.C i had noticed this weird dude talking to mother. Being well trained at school so i thought my karate would do the trick if it so happens that i should defend mother or myself in that matter. I went closer siiting at the table mother was sitting where i left her. They talked all kind of grown up stuff wich i did understand i just did not took notice. The guy started talking to me on how i have grown and would make such a nice young man in the future. Im like damn uncle the future is yet to come. I need tomyself a new tennis kit and so i did. My cousens and siblings destroyed it at home later on. So while they were talking i got bored and wanted to leave because no one was talking to me and i felt like a misfit. I got introduced to my father for the first time since my memory can remember it. I looked at him then back to mother then again back to him with a moment of silence. '' can i have ice-cream oom'' i responded. No dont put that on me. What would you have done. I dont know this guy. My dad passed away 2001 or actualy it was mothers dad, but he was the only dad i knew. I never let mother talked or mentioned mine because i did not wanted anything to do with him. I just hated the guy. Yeah he left me and mother and my sister when she was just a baby. What kind of man does that. Let me tell you...an excuse for a man. Anyway the ''oom'' got me ice cream and wanted to do some catching up. Hey dude im not a soapie you missed and now wants to watch the repeat of it so i asked mother if we can go. So she talked to that ''oom''' for one last time . He came to greet me and we departed back to my current destination called home. The trip was a bit confusing for me, because mother knew i never wanted to see or meet that guy. I never talked about my dad before or after that this is the first and will also be the last for that matter. Yes back at school being away and came backnothing has changed. We still had parents day. Ek was vrek skaam as my ma kom,want ek skryf morsig lelik. So i actualy learned to dance also. We did found the group the F.M.B's and danced after that. Yes we were the best there is that time and we rocked. So after being pranked like that by mother something good came from it. An undescovered hidden talent called dancing...i loved it. So i still was a young alcoholic exploring my quest weekend on an endless drunk journey back to bed. I did had or developt problems when i was still young so i thought lifting a glass would help and it did not...i only became more addicted to being drunk and became more scretive.....to be continued

09/03/2016

Story of my life by-Justin Malgas

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It was a wednesday morning when i got up and get ready for school. Our house was empty. All the elders were gone. My cousen Denice was left in charge as she was every morning when we get up. She always use to dress me. Yes even in grade 5 she still dressed me and tighten my shoe laces. Not that i was lazy or could not do it. She was like my second mother. It was the year 2005 that morning i will never forget. My mother and grandmother was at my great-grandfathers house. He's wife died a couple of months before and it was only him and soon after he died aswell. I was shocked when i heard that he had passed on. I did not write,read or did anything else for the entire day. I could not believe that he passed on and i never really got over the death of my grandfather and now we had to bury his father aswell. I could not eat or sleep for a couple of days,because i was that i might be next. Rationally was my actions just as it should be...like a kid afraid,but still the mindset of a grown up. Mother knew something was wrong so i was pulled out of school until the funeral. I attended the house sermon. I did not go to church, because i was tired. I went for a power-nap and after that went for the final walk.. I walked towards tge graveyard as things go as it should be and everybody left,but i still stood there. I dont know why, but i just did. Reality hit me when i was alone after the grave was completed. Standing there having flashbacks of how i use to watch Dragonball at his house or when he went fishing and always make his first stop at our house trading fish just for a cup of coffee and spending time with his great-grandkids. Oh dear old man i will miss you till the end of time. Being a well-knowned and respectable man in our community he had one big funeral. The pressure was all high on me,because i never knew why all the men in my family always put me first or did spoiled me to the ground. I use to think i was the special kid in our family. I headed back home, becaue everybody went to the hall to wash hands and eat. I just still could not eat. The day was over and the night made its appearance. A good childhood friend of mine came over. Lying on my bed with a headache my natural response when he came in was grown up like. Seeing i thought my life was also about to end and i could not enter any tavern or alcohol selling place we did sent someone. One bottle whisky of Knights and Richeliue followed by Vincoco and a few bottles of Brutal Fruit. Yes i started drinking very strong at a very young age. The night was a blank as i woke up the next morning in bed still drunk and could not walk. Denice led me to the front door where i was lying down on the stoep crying because i was afraid and pretty much fu**ed up drunk for the first time and could not handle being that drunk. Yes i did wet the bed. It was my first time dont judge me. No i did not smoke, but i did started to smoke hooka in that time being. My life became horrible and with no manly figure in our househould i did sneak out every weekend. For the first time i had a hangover ''babelaas'' and it was a nightmare... Alcohol was the receptionist to a babelaas. I promised myself never after that, but it became my every weekend routine. School was not important to me anymore because i really did not had anyone to motivate or believed in me anymore. Well at least thats what i thought. I did get a beating at home now and then, because you dont mess with a single mother..''veral ni as sy n kleurling is ni...''sal vi djou vrek bleksem laat di poliese my hie kom haal foken dronkgat. Hy aard fokol aan my ni'' yeah that was my life almost every weekend. I did manage to pull through and focus on school every now and then, but i felt i was growing up because i thought using alcohol would make me a big guy now. I was wrong, but i still enjoy drinking it. So without my knowledge i did become an alcoholic at a young age, but thats another story you should make time for. So 2005 was my first taste of how the reall wolrd really worked. Its called survival of the fittest......to be continued

07/03/2016

Story of my life by-Justin Malgas

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Grade 4 was a bit scary as i was part of the senior side of school now. The work became more realistic and the beatings more brutal. No we were not inslaved in any type of way,but it felt like it. It was my first time reading infront of the whole class, but it was only the alphabeth. We stood in lines as the kids all said the alphabeth in Afrikaans all proud and well. So God help you if you stutter or forget one word.'' jy sal kak as jy dit nie reg opse nie''. I was scared as sh*t,because i could not say the alphabeth. Not in Afrikaans though. I always switched to english. To much Jean Claude van Damme and Jackie Chan movies. Yes i learned to speak english at a very young age from watching t.v and movies. It was tough for me,because everyone in my house spoke Afrikaans and only my grandmother knew how to speak Xhosa. So basicly was i the only mixed race kid and the first as all my other cuzins are half xhosa. Actualy there are Afrikaans speaking xhosas. Back in class as it is my turn to say the alphabeth. I never knew you could be tortured with a board erasor till you are speech and poewrless. I never said the alphabeth after that. Not in Afrikaans till i could master it. Natural Sciences was one of my favourite subjects. i remember this one time when we had to stay behind because i got detention so i had some lost work that i need to catch up on. I dont know much,but i wrote something and read it out loud and someone felt provoked by my statement that was actualy part of my work. That was my first fight in school and in class. Well i did not lost the fight or won it either, but i was so pi**ed when they stopped it, because now i got double detention for a week. The guy that i exchanged fist's with had to sit in with me. We became friends after that. Karate everyday with my other two homeys Stef and Gino. We were badass until one morning i got into another fight. The prefects made me an offer i could not refuse as the guy im fighting was a bit taller and more muscled than me. Yeah he was a reall ''spiertier'' and i a little ''maergat'' wat in sy broek bewe,because my chances of getting the best bleksem of my life is standing infront of me. So the prefects told me if i dont fight i will face the principle and believe me when i say you would hate it to face our headmaster as jy kak aanvang. So there i stood unbottoning my shirt.as there was a little crowd blocking the view to the office. I dont know what i did, but all i knew was i never knew i was so super fast with my fancy footwork. One kick as i was turning in the air and down goes Goliath and i was saved by the bell aa the prefects where a bit worried, because i kicked the guy so hard. He spend an entire hour in the bathroom. Well nothing happend after that, but i was still scared he would come back so the badass crew of ours would spend most of our time practising infront the office karate everyday untill we mastered every move van Damme and Chan could teach us. Grade 4 was the year i learned that sometimes you need to stand up for yourself. Sometimes kicks and fights dont help, but you need to make a statement in order for people to take notice that you are a nobody trying to be somebody and yes i did make a statement in my senior year. I was not the nerd that was bullied or lunch was taken. I was a cool kid cracking jokes and making fun of everybody. I even took over the class from time to time when we had no teachers. So whenever we were in a dull moment. I came to the rescue and made school a little bit less strict as it was. Well that was my actual goal. I never really went to school to get educated,but i did learn enough when they schooled us. The reason i went to school was to be that kid that everyone looked at and thought for a moment '' i wish i could be that guy''. I never took anything serious,but nothing was taken as a joke. I did my part and now its time to put it the test.my life took a twisting turn in Grade 5 where i realised my clown acting should come to an end,but thats another story as you should stay tuned,because this is where everything started....to be continued

03/03/2016

Story of my life by-Justin Malgas

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Grade 3. Yes everything was behind me. The funeral and the two weddings so now im focused with a clear head. im well educated on my own,but we did not had any periodes. i use to be in competition with the bell and i never won, because when im done the bell rang. So there i was sitting bored to the max and watching the other kids. No dont get me wrong. The kids were not dumb in any way. They were just slow in my eyes. Everyday we use to sing from 1 till 100. Being sent to the shop was something big for me. Numbers were stuck in my head at the age of 9 i could already do something kids back then my age could not. I always use to forget what to buy because i already had the sum and the change i was suppose to get in my head. Almost faster than a calculator. So they never sent me to buy anything other than teabags. I know right. I never use to play school-school at home or play with boys car-car or cowboy and crook. No. I was the only boy surrounded by girls. We did not play dress-up or anything. '' pope-huisie'' was my jam. Hey come on dont judge a brother. All the kids from the 90's would know how cool it was when you played that. I was the father and husband its mos oviaas i was the only man. No nothing happend even if something did i cant mos tell you guys. A gentleman does not kiss and tell. So there i was playing with girls. My mom was worried though. I did find it strange why she was worried about me playing with girls. So i did not bother to ask her. Hide and seek was cool for me. All the kids in my street use to play it and that what do you call it again. I dont think there is an english term for that because we develop it. Games like ''klip-klipie'', '' skedada'' and '' drieblik'' was the best. '' wolf-wolf'' also. So pretty much did i had the best childhood every kid could dream off. When we return home at 6pm yes we back then could not roam around anytime of the day or night. We had a time-code that we had to follow. So pretty much could we not ''vry'' during night time unless we were sent to the shops or something. Steytlerville grew a bit bigger when they builded two more neighbourhoods. We call it '' kabah'' and still today. So things went from calm to a bit more extreme. I use to help my friend out at their shop during the week and weekends. Well thats where it all started. My little incedent that i call a drinking problem. Remember i was 9years old and he was 10. So we thought of testing out what our parents beanish us from doing. My first taste of alcohol was a horror.....stay tunes...to be continued


01/03/2016

greetings and welcome to my page. I hope you guys enjoy being here. So this is where everything will continue. So brace yourself,because this is the ride you wish to never leave your seat. . This is and i will always be in the neighbourhood.

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