Thursday, 9 November 2017

Moreroa’s methods of success


‘INFORMATION GIANT’: Moses Mashwahla Moreroa is a business professional, life coach, mentor, facilitator and author.

Moses Mashwahla Moreroa wears many hats, as a business professional, life coach, mentor, facilitator and author.
The Limpopo-born “Information Giant”, as he sometimes refers to himself, uses his gift and experience to shape and transform the profession of communication and community development.
The 26 year old will be launching his book, Success Comes in Seven Pieces, on October 14.
With this book, Moreroa uses his experience as a professional communicator and social entrepreneur to tell readers about the way humans formulate meanings and generate perspectives that create opportunities and failures in life.
The book is organised in seven user-friendly chapters, which Moreroa has christened the pieces of success, through fresh yet effective language, which allows him to drive his ideas home and cut through life and its sharp unexpected and dramatic changes from covering culture, business, psychology and education.
The guide contains well thought out life lessons where every chapter will require the reader to relate to their own story.
Born and bred in a village called Segwashi in Ga-Mamabolo, the young author said that the book would serve as a resource to readers, to help them aim at success.
“It is an excellent resource for anyone who dares to read.
“Discover your situation, uncover your purpose, aim at success, put your act together, get help, start doing and have faith and courage,” Moreroa said
Each chapter will teach the basics of learning to make something great out of every situation.
It will help readers with issues of slow growth, negativity from others and most importantly, negativity within oneself as well as teaching readers to confront their fears while reshaping their lifestyles and managing their relationships.
In the first piece, there is a section where readers are taught how to steer their “ship”, which has three components; friendship, relationship, and entrepreneurship. It takes the reader through all stages of life from infancy, adolescence, adulthood, career choices, moulding your career and retirement.
Very practical in nature, the book offers various models the reader can apply to achieve their dreams.
The chapters are linked from the first to the last.
Your job is to read and discover the stage of your life and take it from there.
By MPHO KOBELI The New Age

Moses creates opportunities in ‘seven pieces’


Moses Moreroa describes himself as a lucid, practical, punctual and a specific author.

POLOKWANE – The 26-year-old from the humble village of Segwashi in GaMamabolo in Limpopo uses his experience as a life coach, professional communicator, social entrepreneur and spiritual leader to tell his stories.


He helps the reader understand the way humans formulate meanings and generate perspectives that create opportunities and failures in life. His book, Success Comes in Seven Pieces, is organised in seven user-friendly chapters.


“I use fresh, yet effective language to drive my ideas home and cut through life and its sharp vicissitude from different angles, covering culture, business, psychology and education. The guide contains well-thought-out life lessons where every chapter will require the reader to relate their own story. Each chapter teaches the basics of learning to make something great out of every situation. 

It will help you to deal with your slow growth, negativity from others and, most importantly, negativity within you. It will also teach you to confront your fears while reshaping your lifestyle, managing your relationships and discovering your life deeply,” Moses explained.

Moreroa's Methods of Success related article.

As a business and life coach, mentor, facilitator and speaker, Moses uses his gifts and experience to shape and transform the profession of communication, business and community development. With a career spanning close to a decade, Moses’ public relations work has been recognised by the Public Relations Institute of Southern Africa (PRISA). With seven years’ experience in corporate communication and brand positioning and through his career, he specialises in social media marketing and campaigning and strategic planning.

In Success Comes in Seven Pieces, which he will launch in Turfloop on Saturday, 14 October, Moses said there is a section where readers are taught how to steer their ‘ship’, which has three components; friendship, relationship and entrepreneurship.


“My book takes the reader through all stages of life from birth to infancy, adolescence, adulthood, career choices, moulding your career and retirement. Very practical in nature, the book offers various models you can apply to achieve your dreams. 

The chapters are linked from the first to the last and is yours to read and discover the stage of your life and take it from there going to the last chapter which is probably the last days of your life,” he added.

Wednesday, 23 August 2017

Heal Azania



Moses Moreroa
Oh! Azania,
Stop licking past wounds
For the genius architect of apartheid accepted his downfall
Long in ‘94 when you first had a chance
And a choice to stand together.

Azania after two decades of freedom,
I still long for a day
In which unity in diversity would not be oxymoron
Or some sort of irony,
But the reality where
No culture would appear larger
And no language inferior.

A day in which White domination
Won’t be confused with racism.

I can imagine the gumboot dance breaking free from underground
Fused with Xibelani as Tsongas shake off the dust of inequality;
Looking at Bapedi ba bina kiba, ba kibela discrimination tlase moleteng mohlaelathupa;
Being helped by AmaZulu ba shayi Indlamu kicking down tribalism;
Watching VhaVenda as they show respect for everyone;
Humbled by the Matabeleland’s brightness,
There came a loud sound;
Like a Spanish guitar, going “Te Ta Te! Te Ta Te!”
De La Rey, De La Rey;
As Coloureds and Afrikaners drew closer in their Khaki,
Oh! Like as Batswana say “Go a itumedisa go ba ha.”

Together living and striving for freedom.

I wish all of these were not my fantasy,
For I long for a day
Where car registrations won’t have to bear their provinces of origin.
The L, the MP, GP, NW, NC, EC, FS, CA, and ZA
As our number plates are symbols of separation,
And so limit my sense of common belonging.

I so long for another Sovenga
As Sothos, Vendas and Tsonga assembled
On a common ground of gaining peace,
Having each other’s back
Rather not pushing each other back.

I long for a day
In which Azanian provinces,
In their many colours and cultures
Will form a harmonious unity,
Like a rainbow after a heavy storm.

Azania, the fight for land is not priority.
Neither is it the fight for revenge
Nor the fight for dominance.
The fight is for equality.
The fight is against our inability to forgive,
It is against our hatred,
And about our fears and trust issues.

Yes, the fight continues.
But let us fight for oneness
For we can share in our amusing diversity.
There would be no more hunger
As we can share in our riches if there is trust,
And share in the heritage that defines us all.

We are hating our own
Because we fear betrayal and revenge.
Heal from your emotional wounds, Azania!
Heal from your psychological bruises,
Azania, heal from your mental slavery.
And stop hating your own!
Otherwise,
You will never find inner peace.


Heal AZANIA! 

Nkosi sikelel' iAzania

Friday, 7 July 2017

Moses Moreroa Professional Profile

Moses Moreroa

MOSES MASHWAHLA MOREROA is a professional, multitoned speaker. A public relations practitioner endorsed by the Public Relations Institute of Southern Africa (PRISA), Moses’ mission and passion are to transport change and borne hope to various sectors of society.

He specialises in social media marketing and campaigning, and strategic planning. With seven years’ experience working around corporate communication strategy management and brand positioning, he uses the experience to set and influence trends in corporate, government, and the larger community as a coach, mentor, facilitator, and speaker. Over the years, he has been engaged in team-building and leadership development programmes.

He is also an editor of note with footprints in professional editing for corporate, books, academic papers, integrated reports and social media campaigns.

He has trained hundreds of people in business, media and communication, and brand management.

For the last twelve years, he has been preaching the Good News, encouraging people to overcome their adversities and reach their full potential.

A Highway Africa and Unicaf scholar, Moses has interests in social media and communication for corporate and ad hoc pilot projects. He is an MBA candidate at the University of South Wales in the UK.


An educator, he currently plies his trades as a communicator at the University of Limpopo where he obtained Media and Communication, and PGCE degrees. He also holds a Certificate in Creative Writing, with distinction, from the UK Writers’ College as well as International Computer Driving License, Diploma in Business Management, and certificates in photography, radio and television production, graphic design, strategic management, public-private partnership and leadership.


He was bred in a humble village called Segwashi, Ga-Mamabolo in Limpopo.

Thursday, 6 July 2017

Story of my Career, Life

Moses Moreroa
FJP does wonders, really. Some students come into the programme, quiet, reserved and closed in a shell, afraid of their first exposure to the real journalism world. University of Limpopo's Moses Moreroa was one such student, or so it seemed. On Sunday the 3rd of April, when the group arrived in Grahamstown for the commencement of their FJP year, Moses was 'a man of few words', always limiting his engagement with the group to a few answers and an occasional smile. This Moses however, was a deception!

The real Slim-Moses has stood up! He has blossomed to the 2011 group's superstar in the making. I mean, this guy has been featured in most of the videos, either as the 'voice-over', the abusive father, or the lover, and so the list goes on! Hey, and he almost got the rule of thirds perfect in his video. 

So, we have a Moses of all trades- in all things journalistic and theatrical alike!

This article was first published in 2011 here.

Tuesday, 7 February 2017

When I try to remember, it was in December

Moses Moreroa : Author, Social Media Specialist,
Language Editor and Transformational Speaker
When I try to remember, it was in December when the sun boldly gave birth to lovely yet burning rays. An eventful day it was.

Albeit struggling to see as far as I wanted to, I saw people flocking to some place I did not know. Like swallow birds yet careless, they moved in the same direction, pushing against one another.

Making an extremely frustrating noise, struggling to run as fast as they wanted, through a thoroughfare around a shopping complex built of ancient stones, they decided to barge into Hill Street, bringing a motorway to a complete halt.

Motorists were amazed as people passed through a red traffic light which blinked heavily, signalling “Danger! Danger! Danger! Danger!” But that fell in the eyes of furious young and old folk who tangled through the street.

When I looked up the buildings, a saw a very tall building, which looked so sacred. It was written “The Anglican Cathedral of St Michael and St George.”

As it was my first time in Grahamstown, I could not just watch while everybody hurried in the same direction. I followed them. There were hundreds of people in front of me.

As I ran, I took two rides at a time - one was to go where everybody else was going and another journey was mental, wondering why the rest of the town was wandering.

To my surprise, we ran past the church.  I was like an athlete approaching the finishing line, I accelerated and pushed through the people because passing the church clearly showed that we were running away from something dangerous.

At least being vertically challenged worked to my advantage. It was easy to sneak in and out of their armpits and curves and tall legs.

The running did not show any sign of coming to a stop. I wanted to give up. The idea that we were either running away from something dangerous kept me going.

As we crossed to the next street, I only saw signs of no entry drawn on a cracked tarred road. My fear of the unknown got the better of me. I wanted to know the name of the street in case I get lost. Now being vertically challenged became a challenge. I could not see what was on the sides.

Out of the blue, the crowd started shouting with excitement. You could have heard my sigh of relief. At that time I did not feel my heartbeat. My chest was burning. A heartburn, perhaps, because it all happened after I had lunch.

There was a loud sound as the noise from the people cooled down. It was either a saxophone or a guitar, or maybe a keyboard if not a flat old-style drum. Okay, I admit, I got confused.

Maybe it was a train signalling danger because normally a cracked tar road is found next to a train track. At least, that’s what I saw happening to most of the tarred road in the Limpopo Province.

The crowd completely came to a stop, with a sudden silence. But I was still far, deep in the crowd.

I pushed heavily through the crowd.

I pushed hastily.

I pushed even keenly as I heard music playing.

I could not push further as the horde started moving slowly, dancing to a soft, heart-warming beat. When I looked around, to my surprise, there were only shoes in front of me. Some had boots on, others sandals and sneakers. As I lifted my chin, there was a fat, thick leg in front of me. I realised that while pushing forward, I must have hit a very fat man’s thigh as he was dancing.

The best option was to stand up and join the dance floor.

An hour later, people were tired while some had enough of the music. I managed to push through to the front.

Like someone who just saw the sun and moon kissing, my eyes got fixed at his smile. He was a charismatic, joyful black man who sang with passion.

His voice was soft and tender. He was a short man with a lovely haircut, sort of an s-curl.
From all of his songs, he praised God. The first song thanked God for his life. I don’t remember the second and third songs. The fourth one, which was the closing act, talked about how Jesus restored the vision of a man born blind.

As I paid attention, I overheard people next to me talking. One said: “He is such a gospel great. A soulful singer!”

The other said: “I wish he could see how people appreciate his talent, quite impressive.”
Since he bragged about his good-looking hairstyle and his wife’s traditional dress, I quickly erased the idea that he was blind. I wondered why the ladies said if only he could see.
As they started packing their band, a young, active boy who looked like the singer, especially the nose, came with a walking cane and gave the man.

While looking around, I saw the band’s contact details and saved them on my phone.
It was about 19h38 when I left for the hostel. Everyone along the way seemed to be a thug. Most of them had sneakers and hats on.

I stayed at Rhodes University as a visiting scholar from the University of Limpopo.
Luckily, I arrived safely. As a journalism student, I was supposed to write a feature article.
First thing in the morning, I contacted the man for an interview. His name was Elethu, meaning “The world is ours” in English.

I wrote about his childhood. How he endured pain as a child born blind. Everyone teased him at school and around the village. He had to leave school.

I wrote about how he met his wife who was also blind, who took care of their two sons, who did their laundry, how he learned to play keyboard and so on.


That was my first article ever. 

That was the beginning of my writing career. 

What is missing during SONA - Youth Development

Moses Moreroa: Speaker, Educator, Social Media Creative, and Public Relations Practitioner.
Not so long ago, I read a thought-provoking column by a young South African who is a commonwealth scholar, studying towards a doctorate in the United Kingdom. Metjie Makgoba in his latest column said institutions of higher learning provide avenues for students to acquire social, cultural and symbolic capitals that set the tone for their professional and economic development.
I could not agree more with his view of tertiary education.

As we already have the knowledge, young people, especially those previously classified as disadvantaged, now have access to basic education. And high enrolment rates at basic education level can only suggest one thing – increase in applications for space at tertiary institutions. Although the quality of education is still a thorny issue.

The proportion of young people that attend tertiary, especially playing the race card, is too small to realise the much-sought-after equality and, therefore, cannot redress social imbalances if not tackled head-on.

It is more than tormenting to see the economy growing at a snail’s pace. It is even disheartening that young people are forced to take the back seat when it comes to the economy. Shockingly, South Africa’s labour market participation rate for young people is down at a mere 26%, less than half the equivalent participation in the United States, according to STANLIB.

A miserable feeling as every nation depends on its youth for growth and development.
There is no one who accounts for the sluggish role played by youth agencies. All we hear about is how the National Development Plan (NDP) aims to create about 11 million more jobs 2030.

We hear about how the NDP plans to reduce the appalling unemployment rate to 6% by 2030. Indeed, all we hear is a journey we are forever about to take - long walk to freedom. There has been too little progress since the adoption of the NDP.

President Jacob Zuma and his cabinet have, by this far, advanced obliviousness and negligence of the youth. During the previous State of the Nation Address (Sona), the president brilliantly dodged to explain the high rate of unemployment among youth. He only acknowledged it with no solution.

The answer is straightforward. There is little care about the future of this country. Neglecting the developmental needs of the youth translates to turning a blind eye on the future.

It is time to put our youth at the centre of the State of the Nation Address.

So far, the NDP is doing well as a PR document than a solution to our increasing problems. It is just a lip service. The document was archived way before it could be distributed.


Achieving full employment, decent work and sustainable livelihoods are the only weapons we can use to advance our society and its youth. To create more jobs means encouraging young people to start businesses. And to start more businesses is to create an enabling environment for these youngsters to cut their teeth in the business world.

When President Zuma created the small business ministry in 2014, we though 90% of the youth jobs were going to be created. But it remained a lip service and broken promise.
The economy lazily grew, seeing unemployment reaching its highest level in 13 years, increasing from 25.5% to 27.1%.

All these could be possible if government agencies, such as the Small Enterprise Development Agency (Seda) and the National Youth Development Agency (NYDA) among many others, did not exist as impractical, unworkable structures that keep on discouraging our youth.

I am very sad to witness the numbers of companies, opened by young people, close before their first anniversary.

I am unhappy about the large number of small enterprises that close due to non-compliance with the Companies and Intellectual Property Commission (CIPC). We are equally depressed by the growing number of graduates who lose hope of a better future on a daily basis. These young people end up settling for mediocre and every job opportunity that is thrown at them even if it is not sustainable.

We saw Seda rejecting to listen to thousands of business ideas. When asked for reasons, they are either understaffed or said to be only helping medium enterprises that have been running for years with at least ten or more workers. This is just a stunt to claim to have created more jobs.

NYDA equally executes the hopes of young people who are just starting businesses by only designing logos and letterheads for them. These youngsters need mentorship, advice, the right connections and funding more than a logo and letterhead.

State of the Nation Address, on Thursday, should address real developmental issues, and the address will be beside the point if it does not intensely talk about youth development. There is just no any other promising route to development than the youth way.

The government needs to make sure that everyone has the opportunity to improve the quality of their life and pursue their dreams always.

This starts with refusing to sit for a nation address that doesn’t address the needs of youth development.

With the SONA, we must listen to listen to a report that talks about how development finance institutions such as the Industrial Development Corporation (IDC) or Development Bank of Southern Africa and others have provided finance for small businesses in infrastructure and in many other high contributing sectors of the economy, such as agriculture and technology.

Since the government has failed its youth, young thought the private sector would. It is unfortunate that these private sectors buy out the small businesses. This is how the private sector sustains its monopoly, eliminating potential competition.

The youth should refuse to spend hours listening to a nation address that does not give them the figures of young businessmen and businesswomen who were trained by government agencies and have fruitfully exploited our rich minerals to make a living for themselves and thousands of other youth who are marginalised.

We cannot applaud the Expanded Public Works Programme (EPWP) because it creates short-term contract works. What an ordeal our youth have to grow through. They are introduced to an independent life where they are forced to settle for a shameful wage of less than R80 a day. While we thought it was better than nothing, these EPWP workers later lose their jobs as contracts end.

When we try to check, picking up litter, waving red flags on roads and controlling a stop and go is what the government of today calls job opportunities for thousands of youth.

We can not only stand proudly on the international stage as a country that is rich with minerals whereas food security remains a challenge in South Africa. Until our youth exploit opportunities of making the most out of our wealth found in cowpeas, nuts, tomatoes, pine trees, commodities, and all that, we are a disaster-prone nation.

Job opportunities should be when the youth, from low levels of skills to the highest, can create their own employment opportunities from the treasures found in our country.

The curriculum, from basic education, should have entrepreneurship as a compulsory subject. This curriculum should extend to Technical and Vocational Education and Training (TVET) colleges. This can only mean one thing, the building of more TVET colleges to allow all students in.

After graduating, these young people will need to start their businesses. The government should fund them. If their ideas might not be good enough as the likes of Seda and NYDA claim, then they should be mentored until their business ideas are viable.

Starting their businesses means they will need land, hence, the issue of land reform should be a matter of insistence. It should be to grow our economy more than it is to score political points.

These restructurings would aid the country to reduce unemployment while strengthening food security and eradicating poverty, especially among the unskilled. However, they will only be introduced by visionary leaders who occupy strategic positions not because of being loyal to the struggle but having necessary qualifications to lead in certain portfolios.

Currently, we just see sleeping ministers and MECs who have been changed from one position to another, without mastering even one trade.

It is certain that the creation of millions of entry-level factory jobs is the most important reason for the success of every developing country that has raised millions of people out of poverty. Therefore, the government should come up with strategies earmarked for youth development in all respects.

Imagine a society in which even a child born into the most desperate poverty can become a brain surgeon, a concert pianist or a sports hero.

That is what we call equality for all.


Our youth would only be the centre of the State of the Nation Address if they are regarded as the future.