Why I wear unmatching socks

Ngiyabonga baba MABHLOBO. Ntombela. Shomela. Zulu!

In honour and with love for my late father, I wear unmatching socks.

This all started in December 2015 — while getting ready for my father’s funeral — at which point I said to myself: My father was not the sort of person who blindly followed authority, so, let me put on different socks to attend his funeral.

And just like that. I justified not wasting time on trying to find the perfect pair of socks to go with my outfit on that day.

After a while, I realised that this is how I am going to live, sock-wise, and the walk, if you like, began that would see me never don matching socks in my life ever again.

I am loving it. When I glance down at my socks, I remember the conversations my father initiated and a staggering 98% of them were so fruitful that if I don’t achieve the things he did and surpass them, I would be beyond useless!

My dad went through life with very little education and tools he needed to succeed — he had to drop out of school early, at primary level even, because of impossible circumstances at home. May his wise, strong, charismatic and at times, crazy soul rest in peace.

The last crucial point is (and this goes for many other young people as well): today I have tools that make it possible to achieve all I ever want. I have the means that make it possible to initiate conversations with people whose social and professional standing and knowledge in society can help me open up opportunities. Today, I can talk to a person sitting in France or Belgium via WhatsApp and build a strong relationship with them — in my father’s time, that was crazy. Impossible.

To not be able to absorb all my dad taught me through his words and his life to achieve more than he did and further my family’s name would be ludicrous!

… and if I am honest, a total dishonour of his great name, and the time he put in to teach me and my siblings the things he taught us.

And quite frankly, having my father’s time be a waste is not my intention.

This article, these thoughts and ideas I am putting forth here are for the crazy ones — precisely like my father was. Amazing man! The ones with gifts and abilities that can change their world and advance humanity in some way. The misfits. The rebels. They see and live life differently. And yes, they are not fond of matching socks.

And while some may see them as crazy, they see genius in themselves and others. Because at the end of the day, the people who are crazy enough to wear different socks, are the ones whose walks inspire others to be better.


Here’s to the ones who don’t wear matching socks.

I love you, baba Mahlobo. Ntombela. Mpangazitha. Shomela. Zulu!

Shwele! Ngiyabonga nkosi yam!