Welcome to the Republic of Bull, where the rules are made up and integrity counts for nothing. Follow the below mentioned course of thought and you will fit in just fine.

Your worth is measured by how much you own and how much you treat the eye. That’s bull.

The other day driving down a typical South African road, I was whining about not owning a dirt bike. Something I’ve always wanted! I park my car and a 60+ year old man asks me if he can watch my car for R5. This gentleman is at least 35 years my senior. That’s bull.

You are only as important as what you can offer someone.

Friends for life until you can’t do all the little favours. We are selfish. That’s bull.

I keep trying to fill the hole in my soul with more stuff. That’s bull.

We find pleasure in degrading others to hide our own flaws. That my friend, is bull.

We are all experts in everything and we are always ready to share self-righteous advice. Yet we don’t accept it.That’s bull.

We can design and build skyscrapers but we can’t get along with each other. That’s bull.

I type this thinking I know what I’m talking about. That’s bull.