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WHAT TO DO WHEN ALL ATTEMPT HAVE BEEN MADE AND HAD FAILED

FIRST ENTRY

Life can be really unpredictable, and what to do when life situations suddenly decide to change the direction to which the ship of one’s life was suppose to sail, is indeed a blank space.

It all started 6 years ago, I was just at the brink of concluding my final examination in high school. My goal, dream and aspiration was to become a medical doctor, and to this end I read relentlessly. With the outcome of a successful examination, I looked onward with hope of getting my aspiration aright, but instead at the peak of my confidence, I was let down in shackles of disappointment. Like the pain a pregnant woman faces at the point of labor, so also was the pain I felt, the only difference is that the later pain comes with a sense of being lost.

After much extra attempts at getting medicine from various institutions, I come to settle with that which I was given in one of the institution I came across. Before me was an opportunity to pursue a career in Agricultural Sciences, a field I once swore to never tread. But then, my realistic option were really limiting; with a fear of an unknown future, I asked my self the simple question, “what will become of me and my future?”.

Now it’s no strange question I just asked myself, I muttered within; because I know a million other youth out there ask themselves the same thing everyday. But still, what do I do when all is said and done, do I pack my life like a car on the edge of a lost road or I keep moving on till I arrive at a special destination I know nothing off. This questions plagued me for so long, but then I did eventually let go of it all.

Join me as I unravel my life’s journey of uncertainty in this new memoir.

Second entry coming soon.

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MILD PREFERENCE TO EXTRACURRICULAR INTERESTS

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Life is indeed beautiful but then life isn’t a carefully tiled floor that contains wonderfully patterned set of tiles which is arraigned for approval. Every situation encountered in life isn’t gonna favor or benefit you, and as a result of that, it’s only imperative to finds a way to unwind from the complications of life. For me: Writing is my fun extra curriculum activity, which I use to calm myself and unwind from the serious series of stressful living.

As much as I find a solemn Solitude in writing, I also do know the importance of having a life outside the blogosphere. One’s dedication to his/her blog should never replace the place of reality and different other hobbies; besides blogging, the only activity I find thrilling is reading other people’s book and innovations.

It’s relatively easy to replace priorities, such as diaries upkeep with love for blogging, for me blogging has come to stay as one of my foremost hobbies whenever am less busy: but through it all the knowledge of what a blog is never elucidate me, and for that reason, my priorities are all straightened out.

JUST ANOTHER PAGE IN MY LIFE

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ENTRY #1

The eventful night of Wednesday ended with the rising of the Thursday morning sun, leaving me in a middle state of inception. My consciousness was just barely coming back to me when I noticed My roommate for the night was already alerting me of his goodbyes, via the packing of his luggage’s. With a one closed eyes, I bid my friend good day, hoping to see him soon again. While I was yet she contemplating whether or not to close the one opened eye I had on while bidding my friend good day, The Ram close to the window of my room started making some certain noises that inevitably drew my attention and placed an end to my longing for more sleep time., I could faintly fathom the imaginary thought of pain the animal is putting up with in its head, knowing partially well he would be slaughtered in a couple of hours for the Popular eid-Mubarak festival celebrated widely by the Muslims.

The fun for the day had just began when my dad’s friends started off on each others throat, each one of them insulting the other in a derogatory tone. I mustn’t lie, the catastrophic scene was more fun than I could have anticipated, and to this end I, I sat down to take a bowl of pepper soup while I watch the gullible scene our supposed father’s were creating. I know alcohol can be a source of inspiration, but then; no one told me it’s a form of truth serum!

After watching the elderly men tear each other into shreds, the sleep I thought was over 13 hrs ago was already making a loud knock to my head, apparently it’s time to go revisit my succulent mattress. Without much thought, today was a another splendid day in my life!

THE DAMAGED HEART

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POEM #2

Beside the window the damaged heart stood; star gazing the field for comfort:
Looking onward, the damaged heart cried, hoping for a lasting salvation;
Like the sorrow was never going to end; the damaged heart gave up hope:
Like her damaged heart wasn’t enough, he had to place a punch to her soul:
Further damaging her only made him feel powerful, but then was that enough reason:
Putting up with reality the damaged heart, knew that which she must do:
Just like the switching of life and death, the damaged heart gave way to comfort.
and amidst the loss of hope, the damaged heart grow her own salvation :
But then in the end, the hunter became the hunted, damaged he became at the mercy of the damaged girl.

A FRIENDSHIP THAT NEED NOT TO END

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“Don’t cry because it’s over, smile because it happened.”

It was indeed a coincidence! we met like a stranger at the hallway, looked past each other like we were never going to talk to each other ever. then suddenly the organization’s WIFI was our common ground. from that day onward, our friendship  became a long story filled with emotions, it got so serious seeing the end was so hurtful, but then a end was inevitably going to surface. but then who said “a friendship ever have to end!” its all about one’s perspectives. just as Dr. Seuss said “Don’t cry because it’s over, smile because it happened.” and this is all am grateful for.
in memory of a wonderful friend.

THE COST OF HARMLESS PROCRASTINATION

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Now or Later!

one of youth most persistent problem, success isn’t a function of luck, it’s an expression of deliberate hard-work. no matter how little success his, the fulfillment derived afterwards is what makes the difference. before i indulge into a short story, i would love you to see this tweet!

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something weird happened last weekend, i was running late on several post and due to my real life work constraint, i haven’t been truthful to my blog; so i decide to dedicate the weekend to my writing indulgences. Saturday like any other free weekend, was exciting and less busy. but at the point i decide to pick up my phone to start jotting down some ideas, a dizziness encroached me, and i was in a matter of minute dozing off. like a snail, i keep postponing the writing/typing i needed to do until it was Sunday. i did promised myself to get back to my creativity once am back from church, but then, the same occurrence as Saturday engulfed me, and i eventually didn’t make time for the write-up

now its important to note that procrastination is the first step to living a failed and success-deprived life.

TRACY’S TRAILS OF TEARS

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EPISODE 1
 (THE PILOT ENTRY) 

As a child, Tracy grew up in a crowd oriented family, she was the sixth born of 10 children. Her father had two wife’s, her mom and her step mum. The story of how her father had for himself two wife’s was indeed a sad occurrence, its a story Tracy never considers sharing whenever she’s asked.

Growing up for Tracy was as difficult as trying to mine a rock. She had to rely on people’s help, favor and kindness to thrive from one stage to another: it wasn’t a pretty life as one would have imagined, she was subjected to emotional instability by different benefactors. Everyone is always out there to use her first and later give her some changes for survival; oftentimes, Tracy was always found at the chapel’s alter crying and praying, every worker at the church does know her condition, and the circumstances surrounding her family. It’s indeed a thing of amazement that she could have made it this far, she was in 300 level and was also on a scholarship, studying psychology at the University of Pretoria. 

Two years afterwards, Tracy joy was so enormous she could barely hold it together, it was that year she graduated with a second class upper in psychology. Looking back, Tracy will always say only one thing! Which was, “none of my child will do what I had to do to survive.” As one her closest friend, I would ask, “Tracy what is this thing you wouldn’t tell me that you did to survive this past 5 years”, she smiled as she always did, and told me it’s all past now. That was the last time we had that conversation. And then she moved to her home country Swaziland  to meet with her family.

Two years after school, my office was relocating some workers from Cape Town zonal office to our headquarters here at Johannesburg. Everyone was on edge that particular day, because we would often have to go through some test (Psych Evaluation) by a psychologist, to make sure no one his having hostile feeling about the company’s restructuring. It’s important to retain a sane mind while working in this line of work. The time table and workers schedule for the evaluation was set in place, and mine was scheduled for the next day. I relaxed myself that night, cleared my brain from any form of hostility, and lastly I forgave all my coworkers who I’m recent times got me pissed, and then I went to bed.

The next morning, I didn’t bother going to the office since the evaluation was scheduled to take place at The Peech Hotel, on getting to the pent house, I rang the bell, and a calm voice echoed “enter” to me. Without much delay, I was so fast to notice the beautiful dress the psychologist was putting on, it was a distinctive kind of short gown, one I know with only one person, “TRACY”, but then it’s a formal event so I would have to wait for the person to turn and face me before I know for sure if it’s Tracy or not and then jump up in excitement. Good morning ma! Was my way of breaking the silence. It took the psychologist forever to reply, but then instead of replying with good morning, she instead called me by my nickname in school. At that point my certainty was there, it was Tracy!, I couldn’t help myself from jumping over her like a kid. After much excitement, she showed me my sit, it was time for my evaluation! 

To be continued
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