I am youthful, vibrant woman with a zeal for working with the youth and mentoring them… This is what woukd read on my CV was I job hunting. However, this is the real me. I am so passionate about being a beacon of hope to others after me who may feel like they can’t find their way around life’s murky waters…
In introspection, I think it has everything to do with me lacking someone to show me the way, growing up.
My mother was an amazing woman.She made her best friend and as such we had quite an easy relationship. May her soul rest in absolute eternal peace. However, I sometimes feel like she was a tad bit too permissive. She let me get away with a lot of things (most of the time especially in my teenage) Like when I was among the group that lead a strike against the school administration while I was in High School or when I wrote on a questionnaire that I wanted to become a bank robber because theu got rich easily and quickly she should probably have dug deeper to understand my thinking, than to dismiss it as a phase. I may have been a rebel without a cause or a brilliant brain that was thinking ahead of my time.
I do not blame her though. She must have been struggling with her own life. She was unwell. Had tumours in her brain which she probably knew had no cure. Her marriage was a sham. It was trouble each day. There was my brother to raise… May be it just wasn’t so easy on her…
On her exit from earth, a huge responsibility was placed on my head. Something I still have so much issues with. The adults who came to bury her told me over and over again that I was the one who had been left to fill in her shoes… I was a teenager for crying out loud. She died at 40 so how in my teenage wisdom was I supposed to fill that gap??
Well, I believed in that lie. And boy did I try to hold what was left as a family together.
My days in campus were marked with prolonged periods of absence trying to sort out a family issue. If it wasn’t my brother it was my father I was practically raising them and no, it wasn’t easy for me.
The only semblance I had of a family in my head was my mum’s relatives. I hoped they would take me under their wings to raise me but they turned their backs on me too. From sabotaging my career choices to sabotaging my campus of choice, asking their children not to associate with me because I waa trouble, they were constantly tearing me down. I don’t blame them, I have never lost a blood sister so I wouldn’t judge them for their choices…
It took me years of running around like a headless chicken to figure myself out. And I was glad that I got the mentorship and guidance I need to carry on with the rest of my life.
And this brings me to my ardent desire to walk the journey with someone who probably doesn’t have anyone to show them which way to go. My desire to walk the journey with someone who perhaps needs to hear a different voice telling them that they are responsible for all their thoughts, their actions and ultimately their lives. A voice that can show them that we all have the DNA for greatness. Yes, we all have the neurobiology for Greatness.(This is a lesson on it’s own)
Walk the journey woth someone who is in despair and another one who probably feels like being deviant is a punishment to the rest of the world but not to themselves.
I opine that some times all it needs is someone to hold your hand. Draw the map together with you, to set you on your course and along the way help others the same way you have been helped. Sometimes, the opportunities are always right in front of our eyes but we have very clouded judgements so we can’t see. Sometimes, all it needs is a little tweaking of our thought processes for us to raise a different generation.
While we may not be able to adjust the direction of the wind, it is within our inherent power to adjust the sails on our boats to get us to the desired destination.
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