23/06/2022
AN ENDING LIFE..THE DEAD ARE NOT DEAD
"In 2003, I would hide my laptop in a cheap looking bag, take off my high heeled shoes and walk from Noord taxi rank to the corner of Delvers and Main Street in Johannesburg.
I was 21yrs old, fresh from the University of Zululand, and Accenture South Africa had seen something in me (I have NO idea what!?) they had given me a chance, a start in life.
I would wake up at 4h00 every morning, catch the 4h45 first taxi to Noord, wait on a long line to catch a taxi to Woodmead, Harrowdene office Park to start work at 07h30. Most of the new Business Analysts arrived in their opel corsas and parked their cars as I struggled to change my taxi rank shoes to the New West heels at the ground floor bathroom.
I slept on the floor for 6 months after I started that job, I had come from such poverty that the gap I had to cover was too wide. To top it ALL off 💔💔 I was pregnant that January when I started, (because poverty does not leave without a fight!)
All great things start from humble beginnings, they just look great now. I may live a privileged life now, but I watered the streets of Johannesburg with my tears. I cried on days when I grew tired of pretending to be okay, I cried when it seemed that I was NEVER going to get out of poverty. 💔
I wanted to be the beautiful people in their cars on Greystone drive, I cried on nights when all I wanted was a soft bed instead of the hard floor in that cold, empty flat. I lived in Rosherville and trucks never stopped arriving with their beeping reversing sounds, I needed to learn to fall asleep with their noise in the background.
I cried when I had to work late to prove myself, I lacked the courage to tell Marlize Classens that girls like me get r***d in the city when they walk at night, she probably thought I had a car. She would have never let me risk my life life had she known, I walked and cried.
I would cry quickly, then I would straighten my shirt, wipe my face and practice smiling on the bathroom mirrors. I would take a deep breath, set back my shoulders and walk out of bathrooms. I would remind myself “We came to Johannesburg to conquer and leave”
I conquered and I left! the Lord heard my cries, I became EVERYTHING I cried out for… God is above all this was told to me by mama success.. after she reminded me to pray and also pray to my ancestors..she helped me to connect with my ancestors spirits and get there blessings.. The dead are not dead..An endling life story..call her or WhatsApp her on. +27 833730572 mama success
