My Home...Ikhaya lam

With a headline like that, I'm sure u expected one of those cheesy primary compositions, but this is My Own Interpretation of my home.

I'm from Duncan Village, a township in East London, where everyone from the suburbs is scared to go. When I introduce myself, people either say "you don't look like you from there" or jokingly say "please don't stab me" I mean I don't understand why I have to put up with that all the time. This ghetto is the place I have always called home,I grew up here and I went to school. The rate of crime is high I admit, but why should I be judged on where I come from not what I'm capable of. Let me feel you in on my home. I've learnt a lot from my community...there's the funny, the ugly and the bad too, but it's still home. I grew up being annoyed by imigiwu( taxi assistants) those guys wake us up every morning hailing "etowni...or Sbhedlele, Chizlast( meanind Chizelhurst,but hey English is not our mother tongue), Pick'n Pay" They help the taxi driver by counting money and giving out change to commuters. These guys wake up at 4 in the morning, trying to make a living. they try to get as many people as possible, so they can make money and put food on their tables. Now that I'm older I know why they have to sream at their loudest best, it has even become some kind of art to them, they put flavour and style, but hey sometime they even think they're singind a kwaito song. I wouldn't survive a day in their shoes, but they do it well.

To be continued...

Decisions Decisions Decisions

I'm at a stage of my life where I have t make a decision that's going to decide my whole career as a journalist. The question that I have been asking myself the past month is: what do I choose between my financial stability and my passion?. The thing is, as much as we all have our own things we're passionate about in our lives, there's always reallity to look at. How do I survive six month without getting payed, struggling with transport and food, but doing what I've always wanted since I was a child? On the other hand, there's the opportunity to get a comfortable remmunition, but in a field that I'm not too keen on.

Having been telling myself that "na, I'm gonna sleep on it and decide," a month has gone by, days, night and weeks but a decision has not yet been made. I'm fully aware that this is my own decision to make, but tjo! its hard. I also haven't got much time.

This I promise to myself: I'm gonna sleep on it, once again. I'm ready to make a choice

Much love
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