Reasons that justify 'impatience'

I am raising this issue deliberately, merely to provoke our minds. I am saying 'our' because my mind is also subjected to provocation. That is reality. After completing matric I had few serious challenges.

I did not have money to further my  studies. Anyway, I knew that I was not going to have money for post matric studies. My mum was a farm worker and she earned few hundreds of Rand, just to put food on the table. I honour her so much and I feel like crying sometimes when I reminisce about it. Most of my classmates had gone to tertiary institutions to actualize their dreams. Mine was to wake up everyday and cogitate about how to overcome the stress of seemingly no sign of brighter future.

Let me tell you. It is difficult to live for nothing. It is even more distressing to know that for you to break through you need a complete help, not just somebody who will tell you of making a plan before he meets your efforts halfway. Luckily there was a family in our village that was in the process of starting a bakery. Little did I know they had me in mind. They approached me after establishing their business to work as a baker. It was a tough job, but better that doing nothing. At least I was given a loaf of bread or two after my shift to take home.

I was starting my shift at 2:00am and knocked off at midday. I did not see anything wrong with that because I felt more better than when I was not working. But my patience was growing thinner on daily basis. Not to say I did not appreciate the opportunity for gratification or self-worth. I felt I was endowed with more potential than what I was doing at that time. It was a bittersweet moment for me. I know the word " bittersweet" is oxymoronic by nature; I am just using it to describe how I felt about my circumstances.

That feeling of inadequacy prompted me to save every hard earned cent to train as a security guard. My patience was fading away day in and day out. My physical frame was there preparing a dough for bread whilst the imaginations were somewhere in a small town of Duiwelskloof, now Modjadjiskloof , training as a guard. I desperately saved some pennies to register at the training centre.
With my packed huge traveller's luggage, which I was offered by one teacher in the local school, I took a taxi to Duiwelskloof. I did not know exactly where I was going,  but felt somehow compelled to face Goliath.

I was definitely discontent with my situation. Being greeted by poverty and destitution every morning was more excruciating than anything else. I vividly remember that on my arrival I had to pay registration fee and immediately gear up for the first training session the following day. The training was scheduled to take two weeks and believe me I was determined to face every challenge. All of these two weeks of my training I was sleeping on the pieces of boards. It was during wintry season. I had to be strong to conquer the 'insurmountable'.

To be continued...............