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Understanding The Game Of Money
Understanding The Game Of Money
Understanding The Game Of Money
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For over thirteen years the author was looking for the true DEFINITION OF MONEY. He wanted to know what money truly is and why it has dominated the entire universe.

This book is the author’s true DEFINITION OF MONEY, and how money works. Most people play the game of money without knowing the rules of the game. That is why the game winds up being played against their favour. It’s totally up to you to play it in your favour or against you.

Reading this book will make you understand the rules of the game. ‘MONEY IS A COMMON RELIGION - MONEY MAKES THE WORLD GO ROUND - MONEY IS POWER - EVERYTHING IS MONEY’.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR:

SP LUTHULI is the Founder and Chairman of SP UNITED GROUP. Under his group he has established ten companies branded and trading after his name. He is an author, an entrepreneur, a speaker and a personal and business development coach. Through his seminars he touches and inspires tens of thousands of people. His vision is ‘TO BECOME THE AFRICAN SOLUTION TO POVERTY’.

LanguageEnglish
PublisherSP Luthuli
Release dateFeb 23, 2018
ISBN9781370883233
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    Understanding The Game Of Money - SP Luthuli

    UNDERSTANDING THE GAME OF MONEY

    UNDERSTANDING THE GAME OF MONEY

    S P Luthuli

    Copyright © 2018 S P Luthuli

    First edition 2018

    Published by S P Luthuli Publishing at Smashwords

    All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording or any information storage or retrieval system without permission from the copyright holder.

    The Author has made every effort to trace and acknowledge sources/resources/individuals. In the event that any images/information have been incorrectly attributed or credited, the Author will be pleased to rectify these omissions at the earliest opportunity.

    Published by Author using Reach Publishers’ services,

    P O Box 1384, Wandsbeck, South Africa, 3631

    Edited by Vanessa Finaughty for Reach Publishers

    Cover designed by Reach Publishers

    Website: www.reachpublishers.co.za

    E-mail: reach@webstorm.co.za

    "There is more to money than just the word ‘money’."

    SP Luthuli

    Contents

    Listen to my story – SP Luthuli

    Chapter 1. What Is Money?

    Chapter 2. Money Is the Game

    Chapter 3. Money is numbers... Not Papers

    Chapter 4. Five Signs of Calculating Money

    Chapter 5. Money Is Credit

    Chapter 6. Money is Language

    Chapter 7. Money Comes from Selling Yourself, Not Your Labour

    Chapter 8. Sex vs. Money

    Chapter 9. Money is a Derivative Form of Power

    Chapter 10. Money is a Relationship of Friendship

    Chapter 11. The Laws of the Game

    Chapter 12. Money Makes the World Go Around

    Conclusion

    Other Books by: SP Luthuli

    Listen to my story – SP Luthuli

    Introduction:

    On the 3rd of January 1983, I was born, and I happen to be the first son of my mom and dad. My father had two wives and my mother was a second wife, ‘not favourite’ to my granny and my father’s first wife. The problem with me being raised in that type of family is that everyone who hated my mother hated me, which is why I grew up not having a friend. To me, the only friend I had was myself and only myself, no one else but myself. That is why I grew up not knowing anybody and not listening to anybody except myself. Which is why I believe so much in myself.

    Two years later, I had a brother and, when I was four, I had a brother and a sister. The problem with me being an elder son was the terrifying illness of my mom – my mom was very, very sick; that was when I became a parent to my little brother and the new-born baby who was my sister. At the age of four, I learnt the responsibilities of becoming a parent; I learnt how to cook for them, feed them and clean their mess. My mom had fits; she used to faint and lie down for more than a week, not eating, not talking and not even bathing.

    What was happening to my mom also happened to my brother and my little sister and me. We also had no one to cook for us, feed us, wash for us or even to bath us. No one cared about us; no one knew what was going on with us – my father was working in town and only came home once in a while. The reason that I am telling you this is that I want you to imagine where I’m coming from – I want you to see all my reasons for hating being poor, why I have so much care and tenderness, why I believe so much in my dreams and why my family means so much to me, as a result of me having to experience everything by myself.

    In 1989, I was five and my mother was better, which gave me an opportunity to go to school. Unfortunately, the school expelled me because I was too short and too thin; they couldn’t see how old I was. They tried many times, asking me to put my arm over my head, and it didn’t work and they sent me back home. I was expelled from school twice before they finally accepted me.

    My School Days Began (Money Lessons Began)

    In 1990, I was registered for the first year class known today as Grade 1. In the first term, I was number two and no one ever believed me passing with an ‘A’, which actually created many enemies for me. One week later, I saw an old man while I was going to the supermarket. That old man cursed me, saying words such as: "How can you pass with Grade A when my own son failed?" He said, I’ll put on sunglasses for this. I went straight to my parents and told them what this old man said to me – they became furious about his words. Somehow, that old man happened to become my father’s uncle and everyone knew that he was a witch. One day later, on my way to school, I fainted, and that’s how I was struck with stroke. The entire year, I could not attend my school classes, and, at the end of the year, the principal visited me at home to deliver my report card – I was very surprised when she said I passed and became number 19 out of 42 students. That year was the year I spent nine months in bed.

    In the following year, 1991, when I was eight, I was back on my feet again and I was known by every teacher and every child in school. Even though I was known by every child in school, no child wanted to become my friend – I was very lonely, although very famous. I became famous in my very early days at school, which is why I don’t take it as a big deal. What I learnt in my early days at school is that the more people hate you, the more famous you become, and, the more successful you become as a result, the more enemies you possess.

    You see, life is a very interesting journey – life is not about how people think of you; life is more about how you think about yourself in the mystery of all people. People don’t actually care for you until they see how much you care for yourself. People want to always prove you wrong – your job is to always prove them wrong about you. It also happened to me in my early days at school, while everyone was calling me names, I was busy minding my own business, which is why I was number one student of all times. I branded myself as number one then and today, too, I am still number one. I told myself that no one will come before me, and I thank GOD that I am still living to that code to date.

    Money Lesson No. 1 (My First Business)

    While living my strange life, I did not know I was beginning to build a trusted name for myself. A trusted name that made me start my first business. Near my home, there was a cottage where four of my school teachers lived. One of them came to me in the class and asked me to fetch water for her using my five-litre container every day after school. I did as I was told; before I knew it, I had a business! She did not tell me how much she was going to pay me and I did not care about the money; all I cared about was not disappointing her. She also happened to be my relative: she had the same surname as mine and she was married to someone with the same surname as my mother. Even if I was not interested, I had no choice, and, since I was a very disciplined and hard-working child, it became nothing to me to:

    Fetch water for her four times to make 20 litres.

    Fetch another four for my home and washing of my school uniforms with clothes for my little brothers and sisters before I ended my day.

    On the first week Friday, she called me to the staff room for my first compensation. She paid me R50 and she asked me to visit her for lunch over the weekend. On Saturday, she cooked nice food for me and she bought me some new clothes. She loved me so much in such a way that, everywhere she went, she would never forget me. I was so happy for the first time in my life and it was the very first time someone put a smile on my face, the first time feeling loved and first time seeing someone who cared about me. That was a feeling I will never forget.

    The following week, my second week, I continued with my job and I was very excited and very busy. It also went well, and again on Friday she called me to the staff room to compensate me with R50. That was when the other three teachers she was living with began to have an interest in me supplying water to them and that was when she became my first ‘financial advisor’. She allowed me to fetch water for them as well, but she charged them R50 on my behalf and she made sure to collect for me every Friday.

    How I Began Developing Friendships

    A group of three boys whom I was schooling with approached me for friendship. Since I had nobody but myself, I did not trust anyone coming to me. Everyone coming to me used to threaten me and give me harm even though I deserved no harm. I did not talk about anything

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