|Time for the curtain call....|
My biggest regret is the sleepless nights I gave my mother as she worried about my well-being. Of course people believe in the land of no rules and you being the king of your castle life is easier. For some maybe but for me my mother has always been my rock. So when I felt down or sad I would phone her and she being the tough cookie that she is , she would often encourage me to be strong but in her voice I would hear the worry. When the xenophobia attacks began I was lucky to be very far from the affected areas but my mother would call daily and ask if I got home safe .When I was sick my mother would call every day to find out if I had taken medication. When I was in the accidents she would call every few hours to ask about the pain and if I felt better. When I cried about my problems and being bullied at work she would read me bible verses. The diaspora taught me that my mother’s love was enough band aid, painkillers and warmth to get me through anything.
It was not all doom and gloom ,that lesson in dreams birthed Pearls, Heels n Dreams. I would often admire the work other young people where doing via social media and I would want to do something .Then the dream began and was birthed. Through this dream I made amazing friends, met wonderful people and created relationships that feed me to this day. The diaspora taught me that it was about how much I wanted it and how hard I was willing to work for it.It taught me to innovate and step out of my comfort zone. It taught me that a dream is enough to propel you forward.