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Actor + Entrepreneur from Botswana with over 50 different passport stamps. New Yorker at heart. Believer that everything tastes better with butter.

Pitting women of color against each other is so passé

There’s no doubt Hollywood loves the Chrises. Pines, Hemsworth, Pratt, and Evans are all blessed with a healthy dose of movie star looks; that winning blend of Will Smith and George Clooney-esque charm that seems to be bestowed upon a select handful of A-listers; and of course, enviable careers.

What else do they have in common? These are four, straight, white men who are all individually and independently successful in the same industry and have been typecast somewhat to a close degree of one another.

Why is the same privilege not afforded to black actresses?

The curse of the firsts

In 2002, Halle Berry made…

A better strategy for creators to convert leads: Workshops

I’m sick of webinars. Every budding entrepreneur and digital startup has a webinar now to funnel you to buy their product.

They advertise it under the pretense of a ‘free’ masterclass where somehow, miraculously in only 60 to 90-minutes you will gain enough value to pivot your life and become as successful as them.

Auto-webinars in particular are the worst. I cleared space in my calendar for you. At least do me the courtesy of showing up live.

It needs to stop. And thank God audiences are starting to wisen up, creators are slowly stepping up their game, and the…

Storytelling always wins

In the past year, I’ve scored highly in two pitch rounds in an entrepreneurship program and I don’t deserve it. Okay, my pitches are clear, concise, and direct. They address the most important criteria in an elevator pitch: the problem, the goal, and the audience. I also delivered them confidently, despite my stuttering speech impediment.

On paper, winning these pitch rounds could make sense but it’s not with faux-humility that I say I shouldn’t have won.

So, what’s the problem then?

They were safe.

Playing it safe as an entrepreneur is like mixing oil with water. It doesn’t work. Safe…

Here’s how to launch personalized marketing campaigns without repeating these mistakes

Coke can written “Share a Coke with Kele”
Coke can written “Share a Coke with Kele”

A few years ago, saw an 870% spike in traffic. The brand welcomed 25 million new Facebook fans and the marketing team celebrated.

This was the result of a unique marketing campaign that highlighted an interesting fact about people: we love to see our names on things. Our name is our identity. We associate our name with a sense of ownership and belonging, which drives brand loyalty.

Some of the biggest brands in the world have caught onto this marketing ‘trick.’

Coca-Cola kicked-off their unforgettable #ShareACoke campaign in 2011. …

The hidden side of the work from anywhere epidemic that millennials are falling for hook, line, and sinker.

The idea of working a 40-hour workweek can cause a 20 to 30 something-year-old to run kicking and screaming to the far ends of the earth. We get gag reflex just from the notion of clocking in at 8am on Monday morning, grabbing a sandwich during a specified lunch hour, and joining the mad rush of commuters back home at 5pm.

Then, rinse and repeat for four more days till the glorious mini-escape of the weekend rolls around.

I’ll admit, even writing about it makes me a little nervous and uncomfortable.

The monotony? Routine? Job security and benefits?

These are…

How to make your acting stand out so you can WOW casting directors and book the job

I don’t watch TV like normal people. Going to the movies isn’t an escape for me like it is for most people. I’m not a critic — and I’d never want to be — but I do watch content through an artist’s lens as opposed to an entertainment’s one.

A great performance, captivating writing, cinematography, or direction often gets me to stop and rewind a scene over and over again, watching it frame by frame. Even editing, lighting, and sound design can have that effect on me and I’ll have to stop everything and dissect it.

No crowdfunding or Hollywood connections — just a crazy idea and a little negotiation

I’d just graduated from drama school. I was hitting every audition in town, sneaking into extra acting classes (because I was too broke to pay for them), going to industry seminars, workshops, talks, film festivals, networking events.

If it had anything to do with film, television, or theatre, I was there.

As a young, fresh grad, I wanted so badly to “make it”. Like every young, overly ambitious New Yorker, I thought I knew what that meant, but in hindsight, my definition was pretty warped.

My acting and film teachers encouraged us to produce stuff. Back then, the “in-thing” to…

And he taught me that love is stupidly simple


I lunged for him, trying to get him far away from a fatal electric shock.

He immediately dropped the fork and burst into uncontrollable tears. He stared at me, eyes and mouth wide open, and ran out of the room, yelling bloody murder at the top of his lungs.

Nathan was about two years old and I’d just caught him playing with an electrical plug in the kitchen. He had a fork in his hand and was poking the wall socket with it.

Seeing him, mid-air with the fork in hand, my heart stopped. …

Shame is not a natural emotion. It’s learned behavior.

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“Shit! Why is this happening? I prepared!!”

I picked up the sides in my hand, trying my best to stop my hands from trembling like an earthquake. The pages slipped out, and I stooped down to grab them, willing with every fiber in my body for the shaking to stop. I felt every pair of eyes in that room zero in on my hands. They were filled with pity and I was out of control.

I owe you an apology: a poem, a recipe, and an explanation. Will that suffice?

crisped edges

charred floors

the pepper stood up proud

a tall arch of authority defending his crown

swirls of flavors erupted on my buds as the bitterness gave way to caramelized sweetness

the crunch of the green skin melted with the salt of the minced meat

globs of gouda sank into the tart of the flesh

every bite

Don’t judge a pepper by its cover

That’s stupid, I thought.

I’ve always thought the concept was weird and ridiculous. I judged all the dieters, low-carb wackos, and keto enthusiasts who jumped on board the stuffed pepper craze.

Peppers aren’t my favorite vegetable. They’re technically not even a vegetable…

Kele Mogotsi

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