Suppose you're Superman. You go to work every day, and to church on Sundays, and to little league football games on Saturdays, and to wedding receptions, and bar mitzvahs, and shopping malls, and garage sales, and gun shows, and home improvement stores, and bank lobbies, and race tracks, and ski resorts and 4th of July parades. Everywhere you go you're the strongest man around. You're the strongest man in the world. You have lots of self confidence and no need to boast to anyone.
I don't know about you, but I'd feel kind of stupid wearing a cape and brightly colored tights. It would be like saying to everyone you meet, "Look at me! I'm Superman! Uh-huh. No, really. That's right, Superman. No, SUPERMAN--with an S! I'm not kidding. Wanna see how far I can throw this car? Hey, come back, Guys! Come on, I'll buy you a drink! Uh, Guys?"
Owning a Sebenza is kind of like being Clark Kent.
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