Still Hustling after four years of graduation

Graduating from one of Mzansi's to Universities

"If you're not happy just quit, and keep hunting for your happiness."

Many a times we are told to follow our dreams, to do what feels right to us, to do what we love. But, how many people have told you the honest truth that the road to passion is full of hurdles, frustration, poverty and aging. Your parents always ask you when are they gonna see the fruits of their money. 

I've spent twelve years in school, plus four years as an undergraduate, mommy funding my education. The day finally came, Black gown, going up on stage, the best day of my life. I left the school ground (the haven) and spent another three years "hustling" jumping from one space to another. The more I shifted, the more I lost financially. Let's face it the hustling game is full of tears and disappointments. It is full of hard labour; you have to spend in order to make your name, to get the so-called experience- glorified in every workplace you. I have jumped from internships where I was making enough to get to "work" just in the name of experience. At some point I settled for less (nothing), because sitting at home watching TV the whole day is quite depressing, I went for an unpaid internship because I needed a job and having a done a degree that they do not believe in at home was not helping.

Passion has become a curse

Thrown into the debt society

As a kid I always admired the women who stood in front of the class talking to the young minds. The women who instilled knowledge to the young minds , who became their 8 hours 5 days a week mother. The women who were passionate, whose presence oozed of love, care and nurture. I always envisioned myself to be such a woman one day.

I remember in 1996 when I went with my grandfather and aunt to Florida Avenue Primary School to enrol my aunt in grade 4. Mrs Menaar greeted us with the most friendliest smile I've ever seen, and she asked me my name. Confident, I remember telling her, and she said that she looks forward to seeing me in class, only for my grandpa to tell her I'll be starting school the following year. The memory of that day sparked the love of teaching, that one day I'd also want to welcome a young hopeful child to my class. Introduce them to the world beyond their imagination. Show them that they are stars and they can change the world.