As a small township girl ,I always wanted to put my dreams into motion .The focus and desire in my eyes always had a little story to tell,from being one of the smartest in class to being apparently the self-reserved one .Life for me wasn’t one of the greatest life one could say they wished or longed.Only if life came with a manual I think everyone would be what they all wanted to be .

Sometimes when life fails me I normally wonder what would life have been if my grandmother was still alive,would I still be a dreamer ?I myself still find this question confusing and torturing.Growing up my mother used to tell me of how fond my grandmother was towards me ,the love that shined on her eyes to the love transfered from her heart to her arms .She was so happy that you could swear I was the first granddaughter she had.Well what can I say it’s the story of my life .

Growing up I always wanted to get a learnership to study abroad then life happened ,I mourned my role model and had to carry my first child without her being near to guide me .This was when I noticed that each and everyone of us has an examination but one with different questions and different format all we did was to copy others not realizing that the questions required different answers .

University plus being a parent sometimes feels like a charcoal placed on ones ear without having the sensation of feeling that you’re burning literally a slow killing poison not putting it in a bad way but in simple terms we all tend to ignore things we feel deep inside ,doing so in the name of “what the society will say” .